<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Clint Shaw</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Blue Levis boot cut Jeans, Black cowboyboots, White cowboy button down shirt, Stetson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Near starting line, waiting for Heat 2<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Heat 2, making note of his roommates<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Country music coming out from his own sound system<br/><hr/><br/>Clint was used too the stares that followed him when he stepped out of his 240sx. He was the last person the gathered racers imagined stepping out. With his Stetson in hand, he slid out of the driver's side and placed his hat on his head. His long hair had was tied back in a knot which was covered by his hat. He was still new to this entire scene and area, but a few faces were familiar. Clint had worked with some of these people and word of mouth was spreading about his skill with a brush or body kit.<br/><br/>It did not take long for the housemates to branch off and do their own thing. Clint pulled a spot in the second heat and he stayed close to the starting line. He nodded at Marcellus as he moved up for his race with a few other racers. The cowboy made sure to grin and wink at Star, the bet between them had already spread throughout the house. A few guys and some girls, all part of the scene came up. Some where interested in the car, the ladies in the out of place cowboy but it was like any other race night in any other city.