<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br/>max speed: 185 MPH<br/>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br/>total weight: 5009 lbs <br/>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br/>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br/>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br/>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">1973 Chrysler 360 v8  that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br/>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br/>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br/>-manual transmission<br/>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br/>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br/>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br/>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br/>-automatic transmission<br/>-lightweight<br/>-double roller timing chain<br/>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br/><br/>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br/>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><br/>Her cigarette was almost gone by the time her and Natalie were standing there awkwardly with Ryan. Cori tried not to look at their new recruit. She liked him. He was good looking, sharp, and in control of himself. She admired that about him. But he irritated her, there was nothing that could change that. Most men rubbed her the wrong way, but this particular smart-ass made her want to scream. She was happy to have been standing closer to the pretty girl of the group.<br/><br/>As everyone dispersed towards their own vehicles, Cori stood where they had all been standing and tried to get closer to Natalie without being too forward. Cori was the master of intimidating a woman without scaring her off. She looked down at her friends legs, and scanned up her body slowly, the way that a lonely man might, it was in jest. She had a shit eating grin on her face that could only suggest that she was joking. Nat looked too embarrassed to speak, <em>and god forbid, she looks even cuter when she's nervous.</em> Cori knew not to touch her, as her lesbian qualities were well known in the group. So she just leaned forward, and slid her hands into her tiny front pockets. <br/><br/>She spoke quietly, but there was no secret on her lips. <strong>"Sorry, I didn't want to put you on the spot, there. but you know how much I think about you all tucked up inside of leather. I couldn't help myself.</strong>" She was still joking, but there was a smirk hidden on the left side of her eyes and lips that she couldn't hide. She was savoring the image. She leaned back and tried hard not to smoke another cigarette. <strong>"If I win tonight, you're letting me take a picture of you bent over the hood of my car. It's going to happen,"</strong> She started toward her rumbling engines as the rest of the racers gathered to start. Pacing backwards, swinging limbs like a flag in a wind-storm, Cori continued to shout at Natalie. <strong>"Because if I do finish before everyone else, the only reason I was able to focus was completely due to the shape of your leather thighs. Believe me!" </strong>Her voice carried louder, as her sentences shortened. She was nearly laughing, excited to race, and about to smoke again. Even as she ended up half inside of her car, again entering through the window, she kept shouting. <strong>"You're my hero, bitch! I'm winning this for you, baby." </strong><br/><br/>Her harsh leather seats, free of a roll cage, were hardly equipped to race. Her seat-belt had a strap that wrapped over both shoulders, and the latching mechanism was uncomfortably pinned to both of her breasts. She kept it latched in any case, but, if she crashed hard; seat-belt or no seat-belt, her face would slam into the metal steering wheel, there were no airbags, no wood in the dash, and nothing but cold metal in every direction.<br/><br/>As Two Fires pushed itself toward the back of the pack, Cori's heart started to rattle with tense speed and pressure. She decided not to smoke, too focused on the stir of her car's fragile synchronizations. She turned her music down to zero, and listened to her engines, and the hum of the other cars on the road. She could drown out all of their stereos, and she could ignore her thoughts. Adrenaline was starting to take control, her hands vibrated, and twitched as they floated from the stick shift to the wheel. She settled down a bit as she slid up behind Adriano's sleek ride, and came to a stop.<br/><br/>Starting in the back of the pack was a strategic move that her mentors had taught her years ago. 'You can learn a lot about a driver by watching them race. Being behind everyone is the only good way to learn their habits.' Cori liked to pass her opponents in the last few miles, if she couldn't keep up, she didn't deserve to win, it was as simple as that.<br/><br/>Now, only moments from the green-light.<strong> "This is great,"</strong> she said outloud, to herself, or possibly to her car. <strong>"I never get nervous for a race. Something feels really good about tonight. I feel like I'm stealing this car!"</strong> She looked out of her passenger side window to see Rurik parked last  in the starting lane.<br/><br/>She waited for him to look her way, when he did she blew him a kiss, licking her lips, and revving her engine. That was the man that she wanted to upset. That was the fucker that deserved to be in the ditch at the bottom of the track. Both of them had heavy cars, and they resembled each other in more ways than she was able to comprehend. She didn't fully understand who he was. Cori understood enough though, enough to race against the man.  Hoping he wouldn't turn away from her, she even licked her fingers and brought them down her neck towards her chest to get his attention. She faked a face of arousal and closed her eyes, unable to watch his reaction any longer due to the nature of her act.<br/><br/>She didn't even care if she missed the start, she could catch up. <br/><br/>Two Fires could always catch up.</div>