<div align="center"><em>Vincent puts the finishing touches on the chariot and looks for Abigale </em></div><hr/><br/>He had been working for days and the Chariot was finally complete, the actual product kept a secret from everyone including Charles himself. His design mixed elements of the ancient chariots with some of his own to handle stability and handling. Armored mesh plates made it incredibly durable and dangerous to other races, instead of spikes on the wheels he had rigged flame vents to keep other racers and horses away. The rules were vague and from what he heard the race got violent which had him prepare for it. Vincent had another problem, what would he use to power the chariot. He was no horse trainer and less a handler, since Abigale was his partner he made a note to ask her later that evening when they got together.<br/><br/>It was almost time for everyone to gather for dinner and recreation free time which had him sprinting down to the showers to scrub himself of the grime and oil that built up over the course of the day. His clothing had remained mostly the same: jeans, boots but instead of a tea shirt he wore a black button down long sleeve to look a little better than he normally did. The last few days they only saw one another in small run ins and when they went to bed, he was curious if he could talk her into going somewhere with just the two of them. All his thinking led to nothing, they were stuck in the camp so it was not as if they could escape but he would look into the idea.<br/><br/>On his way to look for Abigale he began to trash talk a few of the other racers as was becoming a normal event before dinner. In the last few days he was actually enjoying the camp and really no longer cared to be claimed, a little nervous that it would change everything that was "good" in his life.<br/><br/>