Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California
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				Title: <strong>Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 07:34:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rising California</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>IC - The Navarro California Race Event</em></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10ehhdu.jpg)(http://i46.tinypic.com/2ykc8eo.jpg)(http://i50.tinypic.com/28ku6mt.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Maps</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The corners</strong></span><br><br>(http://i46.tinypic.com/6yz04j.png)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The tracks</strong></span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">The A is Navarro, the track starts one mile north of that. It ends on the highway 1 intersection</span><br>(http://i48.tinypic.com/2eantjr.png)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">The quarter-mile, from A to B</span><br>(http://i48.tinypic.com/2cy3cl5.png)<br><br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/5vofv5.jpg)<br></div></div></div><div align="center">This thread is designed for the SPACE &amp; TIME of May 9th, 2006 on the Navarro highway at around 10 PM -A Saturday</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 07:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Miyo Kobayashi</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:46 pm - May 9th,2006<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro , OPEN &amp; ALL<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The Starting Line was a giant green and white sign that read 'Highway 1 - 13 miles.' It was anchored to the ground on both sides of the road, hanging over twenty feet into the air. It looked like a miniature next the ancient trees beside it. The clouds were covering the crescent moon, and travelling slowly. But no rain would fall. The temperature was climbing even as the sun collapsed beside the finish line. The party had started, but not every driver had shown up yet. There must have been close to a hundred people standing around the highway sign. Kobayashi had had her eyes on half of the people in her crew. Representing San Francisco was much more satisfying than she thought it would be. Cars had been flying up and down the highway for the last two hours. Most of them belonged to locals, here just practicing their technique before the race. It was a good feeling that most drivers didn't have all of the time.<br><br>There were almost two dozen radios plotted around the area, over eighteen of them were lined up along the track. The rest were dispersed in alert areas, looking for unaccounted risks like cops or civilian cars. Miyo knew that some of the cops in Mendocino had been paid off and bribed to ignore the race. But that only made her more aware of the danger. It was illegal to race in this country. Some places in Europe and Asia didn't have road laws. Those who arrived knew the risks that came along with participating, besides the actual danger, most of their cars were not street legal. It was Miyo's job to make sure these drivers escaped with out getting fined and sent to jail. <br><br>She wasn't dressed for it though. It felt like she was wearing tissue paper. Her 'denim' vest stretched like elastic, and it held her breasts like a bra would.&nbsp; Her white and red shorts were nothing more than firm underwear. They were made of elastic and something artificial, as light bounced off of her rear end and her hips, it reflected like a chrome paint job. She had red New-balance shoes on, her socks were high up to her knees, blazing white, it looked like they had never been worn before.<br><br>She had hitched a ride with Natalie to get here. However, since, they had separated, and communicated via cell-phone. Miyo preferred a radio, so she carried one of those as well, tuned into channel 12, every spotter on the track, and every lookout was there with her, she had an earpiece plugged in, but no microphone to relay messages back. Her phone had been shoved into her cleavage, but she had to carry her radio in her hand, it looked like a walk-man to the naked eye. Doing her best to mix with everyone there, Miyo had gathered which teams had arrived, who had driven on the track, who was driving what car,&nbsp; and how fast they were taking every section.<br><br>The fastest car by that time had been a 240sx driven by Joseph Coder of the North Stars. He was known for performing early in the night, and choking at the end, so it was no surprise that he had the fastest lap during the exhibition runs. His time was 7:43, covering each section in just under two minutes. The course record was rumored to be 6:23, so Coder did not seemed satisfied. He immediately started to pace as he walked out of his car. The north starts were still waiting for Terry to show up, their leader had a late shift at work that night, but he was supposed to have been there by this time.<br><br>Miyo had called Adrian, Aurora and Pietro to give them the news. Coder's last run had been at 9:23, her phone had been quiet since then. Miyo walked to the starting line as a Mustang from 2001, and an Acura fired off of the line at the same time. The smoke from their tires covered her, and she squinted to watch the headlights disappear up the straight away. She wished she could follow them. That was the problem with watching a long street race like this, spectators only get a millisecond of the race, it's impossible to watch the whole thing without cameras.<br><br>It was just another reason to carry a radio, corner by corner, it was the radio man's responsibility to inform the rest of the crowd. <br><br>By Miyo's calculation, that crowd was almost 2,000 people. Half of those people had cars that could compete. A good portion of the them were bunched together on every corner, the other half were split between the finish line and the final mile and a half of road. Miyo had taken two or three trips down the track that afternoon, the road felt like it was ready to create something special. There was a group from up north as well, they had been seen on this road the whole month of April. No one knew if they were going to show up, but rumor said that if they did, they wouldn't lose a single event.<br><br>This was a big night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 21:46:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lHR9Yhg.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:46 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Miyo<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire had been bouncing around between various acquaintances for the better part of the last hour, pretty much the same way that she always did when she went out to a race, only tonight her primary objective wasn't simply to have a good time. Without doing anything that would make her seem overly suspicious, the blonde prowled around the event in search of any little tidbits of relevant information that she and her team could use; who was racing where, some of their opponents' quirks and weaknesses, car setups, that type of thing.<br><br>Sadly, Blaire information gathering hunt hadn't been all too fruitful, with most of what she was able to hear, or overhear, being either old news or stuff about some of the weaker racers which she wasn't overly concerned about. It did nothing to calm her nerves, either. On the outside, she still seemed to have her typical devil-may-care attitude, but underneath the surface there was much more going on.<br><br>Tonight was about so much more than competing for money, cars or street cred. Blaire's pride in herself and in her team was on the line. It felt like the most important night of her life, an opportunity for her to prove to herself that her parents had been wrong when they told her that she was throwing her life away, and even more importantly to prove that Jason and the others had been <em>right</em> to put their faith into her. Not even Blaire was irresponsible to fuck around with such a precious gift and squander it, no matter how much she always acted like nothing phased her.<br><br>That was just the way that Blaire was. She was human and needed help and support just as much as the next person, perhaps even more than most, but she didn't like being aware of it. Jason had caught on to that rather quickly and was usually very subtle in the ways that he guided and aided her, which was undoubtedly a huge factor in the two of them becoming close and getting along so well. <br><br>Pulling her phone - a pink Motorola SLVR L7 (http://www.outblush.com/women/images/2006/05/motorola-slvr-l7.jpg) - out of her jeans' pocket to check the time, Blaire realize that it was a bit later than she'd thought and that she should probably get her ass over to her team's designated meeting spot. The 'spot' happened to be her own car for convenience's sake, since she was racing first. It was parked near the starting line, but on her way there she came across someone and decided that she could still afford a tiny little detour. <br><br>Blaire didn't know too much about that Miyo chick, just that she was somehow involved with Pietro's team, but that was enough. Oh, yeah, she was also really hot, especially in those tiny shorts, but Blaire was more concerned with the first thing at the moment. She figured that Miyo was just some kind of cheerleader, probably dating one of the San Francisco team members (or maybe they shared her?), but the blonde figured that she could still ruffle some of the enemy's feathers by messing with her...so why not?<br><br>"Nice outfit!" Blaire remarked playfully as she sneaked up behind Miyo, punctuating her mostly genuine compliment with a firm smack and a squeeze of the half-Japanese girl's lovely butt. Her friends probably wouldn't like that very much, or so she hoped. "You're so cute that I might even feel a <em>teeny bit</em> bad about murdering your friends on the track tonight! 'Kay...well, maybe not...but you're still cute."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 00:16:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Navarro, California, A few cars away from Jason's team approximate location. <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open (Random NPC's that are familiar with him)<br><hr><hr><br>Clint's truck stuck out like a sore thumb in between all the street cars lining up the old highway. Sure they all had fancy paint, Nos, engine upgrades and amazing sound systems but his truck had coolers and a grill in the bed of his truck! While everyone was showing up their latest addition to their car, Clint was setting up the grill and tossing back a beer. He had worked that evening and even if he was not known as a racer, he was known as one hell of a grill cook. A few people approached, some cards were given to potential clients, it was setting up to be one good night. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 03:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:47pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open/Blaire/Miyo.<br><hr><hr><br>It was a nice night; the air was warm without much breeze, the stars were out in all their glory albeit behind masses of clouds and the race. and party, was on. Jamie was currently to the right of the finish line talking a tall, slim guy with a skin head and a bright 1995 Citroen AX. (http://www.modifiedcars.com/pix/cars_large/11471_2875.jpg) He was telling the shorter woman how he'd fixed it up and modified it himself, that he had money tied up somewhere and had to spend it on his baby. He added that he could gladly spend it on something else; what was she, a hooker? The brunette just offered him a flirty smile as she asked to look under the hood, which he agreed to without question. After he'd propped it up, Jamie leaned forwards a little to take a closer look, completely aware that the skinhead head moved behind her to check her out. A disappointed expression washed over her face; it was clean, she gave him that, but it didn't look like anything special. She figured he'd spent most of his cash on how the car looks and it's pretty little paint job rather then the vitals of the vehicle. As he approached closer, he spoke, his hand moving to give her behind a firm stroke, fingers slipping under the material of her tiny skirt boldly. Jamie straightened, turning with a devious smile as her hand moved down to his wrist, pulling it up from her ass. "It's a nice little thing, too bad I like mine big. Something that can give me the performance I need. Comprende?" Pushing her way past him, her smile still on her lips, she left the man slightly dumbstruck, unsure of what to do; then she heard him curse loudly as she made her way across the road with a small chuckle.<br><br>Jamie was dressed up for the occasion, though that could probably be portrayed differently to other people; dressing up usually meant less clothes on this occasion. She was sporting a small, tightly fitted lace mint two piece (http://www.helloamanda.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/80558295.jpg) made up of a skirt that hugged her bottom with it's elastic material and a bra top that pressed her breasts up to her ears. Her tanned, toned stomach was proudly on show with a pretty navel piercing dangling towards the material of her skirt. She also worse a 3/4 sleeved leather jacket (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vPw8oU0_UZs/TR-6GIo1OmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jWxExLevDAk/s1600/VS+leather+jacket2.jpg) which covered her up a bit for the time she would wear it and to complete the look a pair of lace up, black boots (http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&amp;source=images&amp;cd=&amp;docid=93vX6BOMTRV_CM&amp;tbnid=m8hMnvyhnrm0TM:&amp;ved=0CAUQjBwwADhW&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nibonline.org%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2012%2F06%2FChristian-Louboutin-Supra-Fifre-120-thigh-high-boots%E3%80%82.jpg&amp;ei=Y2sQUaKYGJCY1AXm1IH4Bg&amp;psig=AFQjCNERh2edumit3_xvPSL32dfv1sbEsA&amp;ust=1360116963433685) reaching just above her knees. Her hair was left down with a slight wave to it; it had the 'bed-head' feel to its style. <br><br>Her caramel eyes scanned the area coolly, looking for something in specific; their teams meeting point which happened to be Blaire's car. That's when she caught sight of the girl herself, standing at the starting line with someone she didn't recognize at first. Starting over towards them, her boots clicking lightly at the concrete almost impossible to hear over the blasting music, she called out to the blond before slowing at her free side. "Hey, Blaire!" When she stopped, she immediately looked at the other girl and gave a small frown. "Miyo...right? From San Fran?" Tilting her head a little, she extended an arm around Blaire's waist casually, giving the blond a 'knowing' look before her smile quickly returned. "Well, well. Fraternizing with the enemy, huh? I suppose she is cute though, I'll let you off." Removing her arm from the familiar girl beside her, she leaned forwards towards Miyo a little, her hands crossing over her stomach. "Wish you're team good luck from me. Though I don't think it'll help them on the track." Giving an innocent giggle, Jamie turned and walked off, leaving the two behind her as she made for Blaire's car just a short distance from where they were stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 04:15:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navarro, starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:47pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Jason stood next to his car, leaning back against the side of the hood so as not to obscure the view of the golden firebird emblazoned on his Trans-Am. A few admirers had asked about the paint job and the garage owner had pointed them in Cowboy's direction. The man certainly was an artist and he deserved some recognition. Not for the first time did Jason regret that he had so far been unable to persuade the other man to come work for him. Looking down at his watch, Jason nodded to himself and crossed to where Blaire was parked.<br><br>As he walked over, Jason nodded to himself. The team was ready for tonight and now it was just down to how they handled the moment and the cards fate dealt. He had considered waiting down at the finish line, but with Blaire racing first, it might do the others some good to have him around. Jason had certainly dealt with enough pre-race jitters in his lifetime that he should be able to help steady the nerves of his people. Looking up, he grinned as he saw Jamie ahead. It had certainly done his reputation no harm to arrive with her in his car. That mint green two-piece had set his pulse to racing when she had climbed into his car back at his garage and he had actually worried that he might be too distracted from looking at her to pay attention to the road.<br><br>Jason chuckled softly at that thought. There hadn't really been any danger of him not watching the road. Although now he thought about it, he had driven to Navarro a bit faster and more aggressively than he normally would, so maybe Jamie's get-up had affected him more than he realised. Then again, maybe a part of him just wanted the rest of the team to see him as something other than 'the boss' or 'the old man'. Shrugging at the direction his thoughts had taken, the ex-racer put a smile on his face as he reached Blaire's car. It was time to show the game face and be strong for his kids.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 04:45:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2zhgtx1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Natalia Verone.</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navarro, California.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9 May 06 9:47pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Natalia glanced over the heads of the people, trying to spot anyone she knew. Miyo and her had split the moment they got here and now that she was done with business, she wanted to relax and have a good time. She pushed herself off her car she was leaning on and then giving it a gentle pat, she strode through the crowd easily. She enjoyed races like these because she always found good drivers to invest her money and time into. She smiled and waved at a young man who winked at her and she waved her fingers toward him and then quickly disappeared. Her manicured fingers tugged down the hem of her dress (http://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~72~&amp;ProductDisplayID=12827&amp;dept=Venus+ClothingDresses&amp;prod=cut+out+sequin+neckline+dress+) to make sure she wasn't exposing any of her goods. She stopped dead in her tracks as her dark eyes landed on the long haired devil and then they narrowed.<br><br>She knew it was inevitable that she would run into him considering the venue but she had decided that she would always be civil to him. She sighed in relief as she watched him walk away. She was just thankful that she looked her best this evening. She never dressed flashy for work but in venues like this, everybody brought their A game. Her hips swayed to the menagerie of beats around her. She kept her watchful gaze on Jason, almost hoping that he would look at her. Plus, she was looking for her own team, wherever they might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 09:36:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Miyo Kobayashi</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:47 pm - May 9th,2006<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro , Blaire, Cowboy, OPEN &amp; ALL<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Miyo had been lost in the smell of it, the hum of the engines as they disappeared over the hill. The uphill exhibition run would start in about nine minutes, it was scheduled to be the last exhibition run of the night. The tension was building. She had seen Blaire over by her Supra a few times before the blonde approached her. She knew that this girl was a driver, but she didn't know that she had designed the whole team. Her radio was blaring in her ear when Blaire started to speak to her, and she was still staring down the straight away- underneath the hanging mile highway-sign. She reacted quickly, but without urgency, removing her earpiece and turning herself, shifting her feet and tilting her head.<br><br>The slap that Blaire had delivered was exhilarating and shockingly seductive. As she shuffled away she could help but blush and heave her shoulders toward the blonde in a more than friendly flash of emotion. "Thanks," She had no accent, her tongue was raised in California. <br><br>Miyo ran her hand down her leg and inspected the situation of her clothing. However, she turned from modest to intimidated in an instant when Blaire sputtered out her next sentence. Miyo's eyes moved quickly. Darting up and down the frame of the driver and the approaching mechanic. Her body language showed nothing but firm resilience. Stepping back and evening her weight, straightening her legs. Their words sounded like the spit of a rifle. Jamie had been all kinds of passive, and equally rude. Miyo was applying the breaks fast. <br><br>The earpiece on her radio was still chattering loudly as it hung from the clip on her vest's shoulder strap.<br><br>"Look, I know this is a big race, but I think we can all agree that friends are easier to drive with than enemies. I've heard of you...You can cease and desist. Everyone wants their drivers to win, but most of us are going to lose. That's the spirit of this whole thing. It's impossible to boast before the race, so I'm not going to say too much about Adrian Farone's <em>Bugatti.</em>" Miyo paused for a moment. She sounded calm. A jab had been given, but it was gentle. Her words were pointed, but not entirely hostile. Her hand danced up to her forehead- it moved the hair from her eyes. She quickly put her hands down, dangling by her hips in apprehension. "You drive the Supra right? You must be Simmons...?<em> The aggressive rumor of the hills.</em>" Tires could be heard squealing in one direction or another behind the din of the music. She wasn't trying to sound catty, she was just being honest. Her next sentence was bitter by accident- "I don't even know your first name."<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile, Michael Parker was hungry before the race, and the smell of burning beef had him in panic mode. He was the number two driver for the local racing team in Mendocino county, the North Stars. Terry had come up with the name, Michael didn't care about things like that. He had just liked to drive cars. It was all he had ever cared about. That and food- After he had scoured the starting line, searching for the source of the heavenly scent, he spotted a large pick-up truck with a grill in the back. "A fucking portal to Texas, perfect!" He spoke to himself. His pace was damn close to a jog. He had never seen a man in a cowboy hat before, not except for the television. So, obviously, he had never seen Cowboy before. He approached the young buckaroo with a tilted nod, and a backwards smile. "You charging man? or is the beef complimentary?" Michael's civic was parked and locked near the starting line, not completely out of sight, but mostly. He wasn't going to be in the first race, and he didn't worry about car theft in a crowd like this.<br><br>He couldn't see his team leader's Volkswagen pull into the area, mostly because he wasn't looking. The tiny Golf split the crowd like a drop of oil in a cup of water. In seconds, All of the North stars were present -strike Parker - crowded around Parker's Civic, and Coder's Nissan. The Golf parked behind both of them, trapping them out of arrogance. None of them seemed to mind the minor insult. They expected Desmares to represent them in the dead start anyway. He exchanged hands and hugs with his team, apologizing for his tardiness. All of them had arrived at a quarter passed nine, Alex, Pierce, and Steven had all piled into one Toyota 86 in order to save on gas. They each nodded and spoke like a child's Greek choir, and not many words were given in either direction. Terry didn't even ask about Michael. <br><br><hr><br>Aaron Shepard's compact Nissan 180sx had yet to arrive, he typically never missed an event. But no one had spotted him at either end of the track, and he never watched a race from the middle. He was usually early, one of the first guys on the scene.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 21:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpxgz6aRPpHJ-kqMBHg3i-TDQIhclCfucOhQLIYevqFrboXlw1)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Chris Anderson </span></span> <br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> -Near the Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:47<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> -Open and All<br><hr><hr><br><br>Chris had arrived early enough to get his Supra near the starting line, he hadn't yet gotten out of his car or like so many others popped his hood, picking up the postcard he turned it over and there it was just like every other time, the time date and place along with a lipstick kiss and a line from an Eurythmics song, the rest of the package that had appeared suddenly in his car one morning two months ago had been disposed of, in truth Chris had almost decided against showing up , he didn't do other peoples agendas , equally he respected talent and who ever had left the package had not only by passed his cars' security but that of the garage his car was stored in tens of thousands of dollars worth of the latest and greatest in home and car security and not even a beep was surely talented, the woman who owned the garage was pissed.<br><br>Putting the postcard on his passenger seat Chris looked at the crowd, everyone seemed to be trying to stand out , by being different just like everyone else, except perhaps for the Cowboy who seemed completely out of place, a small smile touched his face, at least there would be food. Then he saw a familiar face Natalia, his sometime employer, he'd meet her shortly after arriving in California, a friend of someone he'd done similar work for in Texas, she paid well , he delivered,&nbsp; moving valuable items from their 'unwilling to pay debts' owners to Natalia , of course these owners had their own resources and Natalia preferred to avoid unnecessary entanglement , he'd often been chased normally by high powered cars driven by shit drivers, but every now and then he encountered someone who understood that driving fast involved more than a heavy foot...those chases could be fun.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, Chris got out of car and into the fresh air, some nearby heads turned but Chris was an everyman and a look at the Supra was what many of then no doubt craved, he disappointed quickly as he walked into the crowd, this wasn't quite the world he'd planned on when leaving New Zealand but it was the world he'd made for himself, racing was what he knew, all he'd really ever wanted to do, Chris smiled suddenly, whether it was WRC, F1 Nascar or street races they all attracted women who liked speed and being fast got you laid.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:05:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/aKNpEXm.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jaimie, Miyo<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire casually put an arm around her star mechanic and briefly hugged her back when she came by, most likely becoming the envy of every man and a few women that made up the surrounding crowd pretty much instantly. <em>Damn!</em> she thought to herself while watching Jaimie strut back towards Jason and her car. And Blaire thought she usually dressed provocatively! Jaime had clearly pulled out all the stops tonight, treading into downright slutty territory. Naturally, Blaire thought it was great.<br><br>The blonde soon turned her attention back onto Miyo, her bare lips curling into that sly smile that she seemingly never left home without and her eyes gleaming with beguilement as if she was in on some kind of joke that went over everyone else's head. Actually, it might have just been the nickname that Blaire had never even heard before, which - while definitely still flattering - was also amusingly over-the-top and dramatic. She'd definitely take it, though. Hell, she even liked the derogatory nicknames that people used for her, because even those were way better than just being an anonymous face that nobody cared about one way or the other.<br><br>"The easiest road usually isn't the most fun," Blaire retorted smoothly, ignoring Miyo's questions for now. "Don't worry, I wouldn't expect you kids to understand." Her resentment for the wealthy and fortunate was pretty much out on the table, she rarely ever made the effort of keeping her feelings hidden or subtle the way that the Japanese girl was doing. Apparently that was how a proper lady was supposed to act. All the more reason to say <em>fuck it</em>.<br><br>Her first thought when the other girl had mentioned Adrian and his ride had actually been to wonder if the two of them were sleeping together. She didn't really care...that much, she was just a little curious. As for Adrian himself, Blaire respected him as a driver but wasn't afraid of him, and she certainly wasn't afraid of his EB110, so Miyo could put as much emphasis on the word <em>Bugatti</em> as she liked, it wasn't going to phase her. Adrian's Bugatti was undoubtedly great for showing off and getting laid without any effort other than driving up to a club, but it didn't mean shit on the track. It was still nothing more than an overpriced stock car; you could build something monstrous for less than a fifth of the cost, Blaire's own Supra being just one of countless examples.<br><br>In any case, Blaire <em>did</em> want to beat Adrian more than she wanted to beat anyone else, but that was because she was still bitter about the way that he'd changed his mind after already promising to join her team a few months back when Blaire had first approached him. All over a couple of harmless white lies, too. She figured that he probably hadn't shared that little episode with his teammates, and now seemed like as good a time as any to drop that bomb. Blaire wasn't at all above trying to sow some dissent in the rival team's ranks.<br><br>"Anyways, it's cool, I'm already <em>more</em> than familiar with your precious Adrian. You wouldn't believe how eager he was to jump ship as soon as he got a..." she paused to dig a big lollipop out of her jeans' back pocket, unwrapping it while she continued, "...taste of what the competition had to offer." She casually popped the watermelon lollipop into her mouth. "Too bad he was too sensitive to take advantage when he had the chance." The blonde's words were only slightly distorted even as she sucked on her candy, one might even think that she was used to trying to speak with things in her mouth.<br><br>Now, Blaire hoped that Miyo <em>was</em> fucking Adrian. That'd get the biggest reaction out of her and provide the best spark for the San Francisco team to possibly ignite from within. Feeling pretty happy with herself so far, she took a moment to reward herself by savoring the oddly appealing scent of burnt tire that surrounded the starting line while waiting to see Miyo's reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:18:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:47</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Blaire, Jamie, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro was wearing his white suit, he enjoyed to stand out, most people knew him and that was something that helped him. His car was ready for the race, he was feeling much better than he had in a while, the excitment and danger of the race calmed a deep seated need he always had, so he was more relaxed than usual.<br><br>His eyes scanned for people that he knew, he was slightly surprised when he saw Blaire talking to Miyo. His eyes scanned the figure of Jamie as she walked away, he would like to know more about her, but he approached Miyo and placed his hand on her shoulder as he adressed Blaire. His timing meant he had missed all that they had just said.<br><br>"Trying to take one of my partners now?" He said meaning her failed attempt at recruiting Adrian "If I didn't know better I would start to think you simply want my whole team, maybe you are starting to like us Blaire?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 10:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Miyo Kobayashi</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:47 pm - May 9th,2006<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro , Blaire<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Miyo didn't have time to say much, she had stuttered a bit during her attempted rebuttal- before Pietro had cut her off. "ah- Alright, Well, if its-that's the kind of driver we're up against than maybe we'll let you-" She wished that the two of them had more time to settle their business, and her face showed it in a tense glare that consumed her as Pietro snapped at the blonde headed driver in little Jennifer's stead. She had sounded collected. although she hadn't finished her thought, and a gleam in her eye was missing. Her history with Adrian was well hidden behind a concrete wall of ambition and anger.<br><br>Although, the anger may have seemed like a give-away, she was only upset at the idea of any driver on the course with this woman. This attitude was screwy, and side-ways, <em>'downright, scary.'</em> Miyo let Pietro pull her aside, and under his wing. She waited for him to finish, and she took two small steps back, sliding her ear piece on, keeping her eyes on Blaire as she backed away. She was lit from the back, but the large man's shadow had veiled her face. Her feet licked the asphalt,&nbsp; and she did a fast about-face as soon as her leader took the center of the stage. <br><br>She was gentle and quick, gone like the breeze, out of the lights and into the crowd. She was steaming. The dead-start was only moments away. Her radio was shouting into her ear about times and updates, locations and driver's conditions. She could hardly keep up- Her mind had been blended by Blaire. <em>'Is the confidence- and the dangerous attitude only a ploy to knock me off of my game? What in the fuck is going on? She's either trying to put me on tilt; or, she's a reckless driver because it's fun. It's too dangerous. Adrian's car can't handle a crash.'</em> <br><br>Miyo and Pietro had spoken at around 9:20. She cursed to herself, out loud. This was bad. A few people turned their head as she came to a stop. She had worked on convincing her boss to let Adrian race the dead-start. <em>'I feel guilty, now- Folly. I have to say something. It would be wrong to keep it inside...'</em> <br><br>Miyo turned around. She glanced through the statue-esque frames of professional drivers and fan-girls. She stared at Pietro and Blaire, wondering what in the hell she could be saying to him. <em>'She's a snake, that one. I'm watching you, bitch. I'm onto your game.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 21:41:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Navarro, California, A few cars away from Jason's team approximate location. <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Michael Parker, Open (Random NPC's that are familiar with him)<br><hr><hr><br><strong>"Hey, if I got food you can eat." </strong> Clint offered the guy he did not know besides the fact he was part of one of the various crews.<strong> "Nice to meet ya, I'm Clint, but go by Cowboy mostly."</strong> He greeted the guy before pointing out the bread and the condiments to prep his bun before flipping a nice juicy medium&nbsp; burger.<strong> "I cook medium or bloody, never ask a Texan for well done."</strong> Clint added with a smile before he served up a few more of the remaining burgers on his grill before putting more raw patties to cook.<br><br>With things in order he looked at some of the girls he had served up earlier and convinced the skinny little things to eat. Now they were looking for someone to help them open their bottles and for all the gadgets and upgrades all around them, no one could open a lady a drink. <strong>"I got this, ladies."</strong> He flirted with a grin as he undid the buckle of his belt and revealed the bottle opener on the other side. Taking each bottle, he popped them open and handed them off one by one until he could grab one for himself, leaving his belt undone for future beers. <br><br>He was waiting for the races to begin!&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 02:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Miyo, Pietro<br><hr><hr><br>"Mmmm? Good thing you know better, then," Blaire scoffed at Pietro while cutely waving goodbye with her fingers to the Japanese girl's back. She was pretty satisfied that her attempt to tick Miyo off had been successful, even though she couldn't tell exactly which nerve she'd struck with which comment. Still pretty good, regardless. Every little bit helped on a night like this, or so Jason kept telling her. Somehow, she was pretty sure that this wasn't what her somewhat-mentor had in mind when he'd given her that piece of advice...but life was all about improvising, no?<br><br>"Seriously, though. Where were you ten years ago when I had an eating disorder and needed help making myself throw up? You woulda saved me a lot of fingers down the throat." Blaire pulled the lollipop from her mouth and rolled it back and forth over her bottom lip, getting it a bit sweet and sticky. The feisty blonde rarely ever held any punches, and she sure as hell wasn't going to hold anything back from Pietro, who had to be one of the most insufferable douchbags that she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 03:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:47</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Blaire, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro was glad he interceded when he did as Miyo seemed a little off, he hadn't allowed her to complete her sentence and had only that to figure out what the conversation was about. From his standpoint it was merely a silly quarrel, and if he was right it would end with Miyo distracted and with Blaire feeling superior, something he did not need. Maybe Blaire would get more reckless in her driving because of that, but it was still not a worthy trade.<br><br>He listened to her, not fazed by her vomiting statement "Is that an off colored way of offering me a blowjob?" he expected that much and lots more out of Blaire so he wasn't at all surprised "Will you be telling me next how your gag reflex improved over the years?" He reached up to her face almost positive she would move back to prevent him from touching her.&nbsp; "If you clean your sticky lips" he said meaning the candy residue "I could consider it. After the race though, there just isn't enough time before it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 07:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:48 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire's reflexes were sharp enough for her to slap Pietro's reaching hand away with her forearm just before it reached her face. She stood her ground, refusing to back away from him and seem like she was afraid or intimidated. The possibility of head-butting him in the mouth and crushing his balls with her knee had briefly crossed her mind, but as appealing as the thought was, she didn't want to risk getting herself thrown out of the event before even getting a chance to race. After all, she could hurt Pietro and his team much more efficiently on the track than off of it.<br><br>"Gross," she replied flatly. Pietro's insinuation was so absurd that she couldn't even really bring herself to feel particularly upset about it. "See what I mean? You don't even need to do anything, you can make me sick just be existing. Besides, I'm sure you're not even big enough to deepthroat." Blaire tapped him lightly on the tip of his nose with her lollipop before taking another lick from it, a subtle touch to make herself seem like she was in the more dominating position of the conversation.<br><br>"My talents would be wasted," the blonde added, sounding highly disappointed. "If you're really curious, though, just ask Adrian. Literally had him <em>coming</em> back for more." Her tone was dangerously provocative, like a well designed trap meant to lure its prey in before violently maiming it. With a rather suggestive wink, Blaire popped the lollipop back into her mouth and shoved it hard enough again her inner cheek to make it bulge out visibly, pumping it back and forth slowly a few times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 08:15:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:47pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason/Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Her hips swayed a little as she walked, bouncing to the beat of the music that played around them while her ears focused on the sound of wheels spins that screeched, leaving her with a smile of satisfaction. Jamie made her way over towards Blaire's Supra where Jason was now waiting, the smile on her face growing to a gleaming grin as she made her way over to him with a light skip in her step. "Hey!" One hand extended over her head, giving a swift wave of greeting before she pulled up besides him, leaning against the side of Blaire's car for support. Her arms stretched over her head for a moment, her eyes trained on the blond girl over by the starting line and the guy in the white suit. She didn't know much about him, only that he was the head of the San Francisco team and that he wasn't shy with his cash. Giving him a quick frown, Jamie turned her head to look at Jason to her right, tilting her head back a little even with the added high of her heels. "This is great, right? So many cars around for me to look at; there are some real beauties out there, y'know." She gave a little sigh of relief, her arms crossing over her bare stomach casually. <br><br>Jamie's thoughts then turned to the race, her eyes moving back to stare over at Blaire and Pietro with a more serious expression. "I wonder who she'll be racing. What do you think, J?" Thought she asked him the question directly, she didn't dare look away from the scene in front of her. Her brow only lowered to a frown the longer she stared and she had to admit, she was a little concerned for the blond. Jamie quickly decided to lighten the mood and comfort herself, probably not allowing Jason enough time to speak. "She'll be alright though, I know it." Her familiar grin quickly returned and she shook her head; there was nothing to worry about and she knew it. She had to stay strong and hey, it was going to be a hell of an exciting race. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 15:27:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:47</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Blaire, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>He allowed his hand to be batted away, his intention had only been to invade her space, not to really touch her. He knew his proposition was as far of what she had said as it could be, but that is what he said it. Still some small part of his mind he perhaps pictured it. When he had first heard of Blaire he thought she was just some piece of trash that had managed to scrape up enough cash for a car and that got <em>saved</em> by Jason. By now he had seen her race, and he was willing some credit for that, still them hating each other was too natural and easy.<br><br>"Oh, I don't want to make you sick so you can use that as an excuse to do poorly on the race." he said making more of a challenge than an insult, he could argue her comment about his size but that would be pointless, still a primal part of him wanted to prove her wrong.<br><br>He touched the small smudge she left on his nose and then licked it. "Thanks for sharing." he said coldly<br><br>The lollipop movements were interesting, for lack of a better word, and he wondered if it had been a comment like that about Adrian.<br><br>"I could ask him" he said and pause briefly "The thing is, he stayed in my team instead of going to yours, so the question is are you not as talented as you would have me believe, or is your team as bad of a choice that not even your lollipop techniques can get you a good driver?"<br><br>He then concluded the thought "I would rather not ask, let's keep some mystery or our relationship could get stuck in a rut."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 23:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navarro, starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:47pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, Blaire, Open, Mentioning: Natalia<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Knowing that Blaire could handle herself, Jason had looked away from the mischievous blonde. His gaze crossed over the gathered racers and rides, only to lock with a familiar pair of dark, sensual eyes staring at him. The former racer felt his pulse jump in response to seeing the Italian Vixen and memories flooded forth. Looking closely into those eyes, moaning, sheets crumpling as they... Jason quickly cut off that line of thought as he remembered how they had parted ways. His words to her that night might have been a little unfair and were certainly poorly chosen, but hey, Natalia had tried to hurt his baby. Jason shook his head slightly, tempering the momentary lust for her with the memory of the Italian hellcat trying to burn his Trans-Am. Still, it was good to see her again and her dress certainly didn't disappoint so he smiled and winked to her before looking away. There was enough history there that Jason honestly couldn't decide whether if they were to talk, he would rather reject her or drag her off for a little alone time. <br><br>Running his hand through his shoulder-length hair, Jason's eyes turned back towards Blaire and quickly settled on Jamie as she crossed towards him. The garage owner smiled at his mechanic as she approached, trying desperately not to think of her in terms of bedroom activity. It was a real challenge though, what with the brunette bombshell dressed in her revealing two-piece number, knee-high boots and leather jacket. Trying to stop lusting after his employee and friend, he reminded himself that mixing business and pleasure was a bad idea although the gleaming grin she offered him made him add the word 'usually' to his self-advice. Raising his fingers to partly return her wave he nodded as Jamie settled beside him.<br><br>"Hey yourself." A quick glance confirmed that Blaire was still mostly behaving herself and his blue eyes turned back to the brunette beside him and he smiled at Jamie's obvious enjoyment. "Yeah, there are a lot of beauties around here." He winked at her before looking around and running his experienced eyes across the assembled vehicles. There were a lot of fine cars here, although his brief look around earlier had told him that there were few of them modified to competition standard. Jason turned back to answer his mechanic's question about Blaire's likely opponent, but his reply died in his throat as the bouncy brunette continued. The former racer looked back at Blaire as Jamie reassured herself.<br><br>"Yeah, she'll be fine once she is on the track." He ran a thumb along his jawline, wondering if the blonde's minimal self-control would hold out long enough for her not to take a swing at the suave individual she was currently verbally sparring with. Going on her past history, it could go either way with the little hellion. Unpredictability was just a part of the young woman's charm. Deciding he should provide her an out just in case she was leaning towards violence, Jason cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted Blaire's name, waving her over.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 00:06:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:48 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro, Jason, Jaimie<br><hr><hr><br>It was rather weird and uncomfortable standing that close to somebody that she loathed so much while knowing that they were both thinking about the blowjob that Pietro had mentioned, but still not nearly bad enough for Blaire to back away. Besides, she had to imagine that it was equally awkward for him.<br><br>"How thoughtful," she replied apathetically to Pietro's comment about not wanting to give her any excuses, decidedly unimpressed by his comeback. <br><br>What succeeded more in catching the blonde's attention was when he cleaned off the tip of his nose and licked up the mix of candy and her saliva. Definitely unexpected coming from mister clean-cut pretty-boy...and it was actually surprisingly hot, seeing her own spit going into her number one rival's mouth. She rolled the lollipop from one cheek to the other with her tongue while several hate-fucking fantasies crept into her twisted mind, almost spacing out for a moment before catching herself.<br><br>As for the situation with Adrian, Blaire could have gone into more details about how he'd only changed his mind at the last second because of a stupid technicality, but she was tired of talking about him. He was good, but her team didn't need him, and they'd prove that tonight, so she was over it. It was the actual members of the team and their actions that would define it, not almost-but-not-quite members. Blaire shrugged her shoulders briefly and settled into a much more relaxed position, any signs of outwards hostility suddenly dissipating as a result of that inner-realization about Adrian calming her down. <br><br>She wasn't even sure what exactly she thought about Pietro anymore. Blaire was pretty sure that she still hated him...well, probably, anyways, but she almost felt like he was beginning to win her over with his unapologetic arrogance. Nobody had ever accused her of looking for good qualities in men. Women either, for that matter, but she didn't make choices that were <em>quite</em> as spectacularly disastrous with her own gender, for whatever reason.<br><br>"Hm. See ya." That was it. No taunts, insults or punches to the face. Blaire looked almost neutral, like somebody who'd just come out of a routine sparring match or something as she walked away towards her car and the sound of Jason's voice. He was trying to babysit her from afar and keep her out of trouble, she realized, but her mind was too focused on sex, speed and victorious glory to spare the effort of getting upset at him for it.<br><br>"Where's everyone else?" the blonde asked as she leaned her butt against the Supra right next to where Jaimie had done the same. She sounded more curious than worried. There was still time, and she had absolute confidence that none of her friends would let her down now that they were so close. It was herself that she was mostly concerned about, but then again, knowing that she had support behind her helped a great deal in solidifying her confidence and composure.<br><br>"And how come no one told me it was lingerie night?" She looked her mechanic friend over pretty shamelessly from the toes of her boots up in a way that Jason wouldn't even dare, drinking in the sight of those cinnamon curves. "You're making my car look bad," Blaire complained playfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 00:35:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:48</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Blaire, Miyo, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>He hadn't realized the effect his tasting of the candy had on his rival, mostly because his mind was also entertaining thoughts of the blowjob and of angry hateful sex. When he had first met Blaire he would have never entertained such thoughts, he saw her as nothing back then, now it was different for she was a real rival and her hate for him was something that mattered, something that made things more exciting. The line between "I want to destroy her" and "I want us to try to destroy each other in bed" could be very fine in a deviant mind, and it should say something about him when his thoughts crossed it.<br><br>The Adrian bit didn't bother him much, probably because he didn't know all that it entailed, he was Miyo's project more than his, so he gave her the freedom to handle it. He trusted that should they need other drivers they could be found, other cars could be invested in. He trusted the way his team was handled and every piece that was in place more than the individual drivers or cars.<br><br>They had both been silent for a moment each on their own thought processes. Then she said "Hm, see ya", walking away as Jason called her, probably to give her a way out of the conversation with him.<br><br>"At the finish line" he answered her and gave her a slight nod, much like she had left peacefully he didn't anything else, not indicating he would win or adding silly insults, it wasn't that he was feeling tense before but he was feeling more relaxed than before.<br><br>He turned around and scanned for Miyo, finally finding her he walked towards the girl, once more touching her shoulder as he approached.<br><br>"I wasn't trying to push you away, you just looked tense, and you work better without being irate. Is there anything I should be made aware of?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 08:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:48pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason/Blaire/Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Jamie laughed a little as Jason commented on the amount of 'beauties' around before throwing the smaller woman a wink. She leaned into him a little, her back still pressed against the car as she jutted out her elbow, giving him a playful nudge. She remained against him, her arm brushing against his own occasionally in a familiar motion while her head tilted against him for a moment. "How sweet." Letting another gentle giggle pass her glossy lips, she glanced up at him, blowing him a small kiss before turning to stare forwards again. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, over the vehicles and the people with the same almost amount of interest though she couldn't wait to check under some more hoods.<br><br>As the man beside her called out to the blond not far from where they were currently stood, her dark eyes moved to watch the couple over by the starting line. The frown returned to her features as she caught sight of the guy in the white suit once more; something about him didn't sit right with her. Finding Blaire's face as the girl turned to walk towards them, her hand raised and her fingers fluttered a little, giving a relaxed wave and an equally relaxed smile. She didn't doubt her for a second. As Blaire placed herself besides Jamie, the shorter girl gave a bit of a shrug to answer her question. "Not sure where they are, to be honest. They better not be late or I'll....hit them or something." Her failed attempt at sounding threatening made her sigh and she shook her head lightly, eyes once again scanning the battlefield for their troops. Jamie had to wonder where John had gotten to; since she'd caught a lift with Jason, she hoped he'd gotten to the track alright. "Who're we missing? John and Lisa, right? I hope they're alright. It's not like John to be late." Her voice sounded a little concerned and somewhat distant as she tried to put an identity to everyone passing by.<br><br>When Blaire spoke up to mention her choice of outfit, the brunette turned her attention on her, her groomed eyebrows raising at the comment. "Blaire. This isn't lingerie, you'd know if I was wearing lingerie." Her voice was hinted with a joking tone and she moved a hand to her hip, pressing her thumb against the mint coloured material of her skirt gentle to reveal the black, elasticated line of her thong that was decorated with deep red frills for all at close range to see. "See?" Again, her voice was completely innocent and she let out a lighthearted giggle as she released the fitting material of her skirt which took it's shape naturally around her hip. "And I'm not making your car look bad; nobody could do that. I'm just improving it by standing here." Her voice was now filled with her joking tone and she let out a small laugh, turning to Jason with a raised eyebrow. "Right?" Of course, Jamie didn't really expect an answer but she couldn't help but tease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 09:11:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navarro, starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:47pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, Blaire, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">He might almost be old enough to be Jamie's dad, but his thoughts were about as far from fatherly as possible as his mechanic pressed against him and brushed his arm, not to mention the kiss she blew at him. All in all, it was just as well Blaire came over when she did because for all that Jason had plenty of self control, he was by no means a saint and the brunette beside him was a great temptation indeed. Fortunately he was saved from his dilemma by the blonde's arrival and the conversation between her and Jamie. The former racer nodded in agreement, wondering if there was something wrong or whether John and Lisa were just cutting things uncomfortably close to the mark.<br><br>Jason had just about managed to forget the connection his brain and anatomy were making between the brunette and fun in the bedroom when Jamie went and flashed her underwear to Blaire and by virtue of his proximity him too. The sight of deep red frills against black thong against cinnamon skin followed by the mechanic's giggle seared into the garage owner's brain, causing an immediate reaction from his body. He looked away and to hide his discomfort, Jason shifted his weight and turned his hips slightly. Forcing himself to focus on just Jamie's words and nothing else of hers, the man smiled and nodded in agreement.<br><br>"Right! You know half my customers only come to the garage to see you in action." He wished he had passed those last two words through an internal censor, but it was too late to retract them now. Instead Jason grinned as his eyes turned to Blaire. "The other half seem to have an eye for Lisa, or are hoping for a glimpse of the legendary Blonde Bear, I mean Blaire, that makes her lair there."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 11:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/krr0m.jpg)<br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/r8uslw.jpg)<br>(http://i48.tinypic.com/1ikft5.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Morgan Davis &amp; "Morrison" &amp; Terry Desmares</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Locations</span>(in order)<br>-The Stage<br>-San Francisco crew - pits <br>-The Finish Line<br>-Blaire's Car<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9th May '06 - 9:49pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Cowboy, Pietro, Jason, Jaime, Blaire, OPEN &amp; All<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">9:49 PM</span></div><hr><br>As most of the crowd present was persistent - anxious - agressive with their laughter - passionate; they were hobbyists. There were only about wo dozen people who knew the shadow work behind the stage, the rest were only spectators.<br>&nbsp;<br>The informed sections watched the starting line with close attention. The master of the country roads &amp; the hero of the city were face to face, and they looked like they were giving each other tips on how to cut the others brake line properly. Miyo was horrified. She didn't fully understand why. She dismissed Pietro quickly when he inquired about his intrusion. She wasn't sure if she should tell Pietro about the race yet. She wanted to speak with Adrian first. "I'm cold. That's all." Her voice was shaking. She wasn't even trying to hold it back. He had had nothing to do with her frustration. Blaire had affected her deeply. <br><br>The area shuttered as the starting line cleared. Blaire had been called over by Jason, and Pietro walked away as well. Unspoken street cars were all that remained, cramped together on the road. The space opened up- two or three men with headsets instructed all of them to get off of the road west of the 'Highway 1' street sign, and two hundred meters east for safety.<br><br>Cowboy and Parker were on the north side of the road, west bound, the shoulder was small there. Closer to the starting line, near Blaire's car- there was a small section of guardrail that extended into the forest, making space for almost eight cars to fit in the fifty meters in-between the extension and the starting line.<br><br>Desmares' VW was on the other side of the road, and his entire team had arrived to the track first, at almost Eight o'clock. The entire southern side of the road had a 15 foot shoulder for a three mile stretch. They had laid out cones to mark their territory.<br><br>There were cars swerving and parking within and around the real drivers, but the groups were all clearly designated, Parker was waving at his crew to identify himself as the road finally made itself available to him, and most of the spectators had moved east. They waved back comfortablt. He made a short remark to Cowboy, leaning against his truck without thinking about it. His voice was muddled by his cheeseburger. He'd had bloodier pieces of meat before. A fast eater- and a bit of a slob- he had to put his hand in front of his mouth to avoid embarrassment, "I drive the orange civic." He pointed to his car, proud and lost in the pleasure of his food at the same time. Michael was a self proclaimed hero, and his sad ego was under a sick delusion. But he was a pleasure to talk to. ... He swallowed his food and paused, "for the local team, the North Stars."<br><br><hr><br><hr><br>About 70 meters east of the 'Highway 1' sign- Two small vans were parked near the trees, off of the concrete and into the grass along with Morgan Davis' Imprezza, Brett Carson's Integra, and Uno's Spyder. Each car was parked under portable lights, it was an intimidating sight, especially for the North Stars. Aurora Lee's shadowed vehicle was parked away from the lights, but nearbye. It was the only machine in their 'road-side pit-area' that didn't have it's hood up. Miyo had set up the San Francisco crew with a variety of handy utilities for the event. She had paid a respected garage in San Francisco to send three mechanics to Navarro for the race. Further, she had made it a personal task to stock the vans with tools and generators for charging batteries and powering the lights. There were four of them planted on the ground, large industrial shop lights- bright enough to blind. Morgan Davis was leaning deep into Pietro's Mitsubishi. He had been instructed not to change anything, but he wanted to look over the bosses car personally to make sure that everything was the way it was expected to be. <br><br>The three mechanics that Miyo had sent up with the team were hard-working discreet men in their late twenties. Their pay was under the table, and they were excited to be on the grand stage. They were all dressed in red jumpsuits with oil stains on them. Brett and Morgan were each wearing black racing suits. Together, they looked like a professional pit-crew. Carson was leaning up against his car, naturally, bragging about the rev limit on his Integra. One of the young mechanics was listening intently as he replaced the back left tire of the car. Davis could here his teammate rattling on and on about 'his piece of shit.' e laughed as he checked the timing and the integrity of the Spyder. The other two mechanics were replacing Morgan's air filters- a task he had designated them with only twnety minutes before. They were nearly done. The small driver was interupted by Miyo, who had suddenly appeared on his hip as he was leaned into the engine. His fingers almost grazed a fan inside. "Hey, Morgan."<br><br>He breathed slowly. He stood up, his short frame was only a finger or two above Miyo. "You scared the shit outta me, what are you thinking?" She had been unnaturally stern.<br><br>"Where in the hell is Adrian?" She was pissed, and Morgan was not expecting this, he had something else to focus on. He breathed heavily and sneared sideways. A rag was hanging from a loop near his waist, he snatched it quickly to remove the oil from his fingers. <br><br>"not sure. I saw him this afternoon. He came into the shop and got his gear ratio's adjusted for more acceleration." He knew he was talking to, but he was answering much more than he had needed to, her impatience was already showing, he smiled as he pushed her buttons further. "I told him how hard it would be with such a specific machine but he wanted to try it, took 'bout 4 hours but we-"<br><br>She interrupted him, and he smiled wider. "Well shit. He's cutting it a little close isn't he?"<br><br>"Not really, Pietro's running the dead start. What's your deal, you're acting like he stole your purse, or something." Miyo raised her eyebrows and scratched the side of her head. Her small counterpart was right. But that had a problem all to it's own. 'Adrian needs to show up.' Miyo just stared at Morgan instead of speaking, the wind was absolutely still. The sound of power-drills and manly-chatter filled the air. 'He may get in a wreck, but at least he has a chance to win. Pietro is in over his head, and it's all Morgan's fault for losing four races in a row in San Francisco.' She couldn't say anymore. <br><br>"If you see him, tell him to use his radio... or Yours" Miyo reached across and grabbed Morgan's radio off of his breast pocket. She held up her own and tossed the other one back to Davis. He caught it with a shit-passive grin on his face. Miyo charged East away from the starting line, she couldn't face the figure heads again.<br><br><hr><br><hr><br>Morrison was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black sports bra, a dark red wind-breaker and a pair of straight black nike's. She looked like she might have been a newscaster, or a lost jogger. Her heavy camera was hanging from her neck at the finish line of the track, thirteen miles down the stretch from the social fireworks that were rattling off to the east. She had her flash off, there was plenty of lights from the large street-fixtures above the road, not to mention hundreds of headlights pointing in every direction. She had walked from the middle of the track, where her black civic was parked. Her hair dangled in front of her face as if she didn't need her eyes to take a picture.<br><br>A guardrail split her from the active road. The finish line had almost three times as many people as the starting line. Morrison hadn't been at the 'Highway 1' sign in over two hours. Three memory cards were full, and she was happy with most of what had led up to the race. She could see for almost two miles up the hill to the east, and the zoom on her camera was fantastic. She hoped to see a couple late comers drive in from the ocean side of the track, dramatic entrances were always better than lazy entrances. So far, the only super-star car she had seen was Aaron Shepard's 180sx, but that was almost an hour ago. He had traveled west down the track and a civilian speed. He disappeared after that. He was one of the several faces that she was looking for.<br><br>Priest had told her to watch out for Lisa Yamata, she would be inside of a Mazda Rx-7. She was supposed to be faster than Farone's Bugatti. 'I'll believe it when I see it.' Priest was always right, or oddly prophetic. She had been in contact with him for two years. He had led her to every race since, and she didn't even know his real name.<br><br><hr><br><hr><br>Terry Desmares had let some dust settle since his arrival. He had had a few drinks of water, he had instructed his team to blockade the cones, and calm down. He was nervous, and it was rubbing off on the rest of the North Stars. Only Joseph Coder was confident enough to laugh all the pressure away. <br><br>He looked east to see the garage that San Francisco had brought with them, and the powerful cars that were lined up next to each-other by the starting line had him trembling. He didn't want his shaking fingers to be seen, so he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He was dressed in grey carrhart trousers, and a black t-shirt underneath his stained flannel and wool coat. He looked like a factory worker from Texas, a dumb kid without a future, an old football player. He approached Blaire, and Jason slowly, as if he were walking closer and closer to a fire. He was in speaking range over the music when he nodded and raised his hand to offer a welcome hello. Coder and Parker each watched him approach the enemy with sharp eyes.<br><br>"Welcome to the Navarro Pass, guys. I'm Terry Desmares. This is my team's home course. I've seen you out on our roads for a couple of weeks now. Do you like it out here?" He got to the point fast, he was even more polite and even-keeled than Miyo had been. His intentions were brutal, though. Unlike Miyo- Desmares had the heart of a fighter, and the spirit of a bull. He wanted to hunt these drivers down and swing past them at the end of a straight-away. He wanted to show how much hard work had gone into his technique. He wanted to prove to himself that practice was enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 17:37:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The starting line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:50pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br><hr><hr><br>That silver Bugatti was actually driving down the road at a surprisingly slow pace, well slow for Adrian at least. Adrian was humming to himself as he listened to the music blasting in his car, and he couldn't very well listen to his music if he had his engine pumping, could he? He had had this song stuck in his head for days, and it was bugging the hell out of him. Oh well, at least he'd have a race to distract him, he thought.<br><br>He finally pulled up near the starting line, where there was quite a bit of commotion as everyone was getting ready for the race. He wasn't at all concerned that he was late. Late to the starting line and early to the finish line was his kind of style. He actually drove in pretty quietly. Normally, he liked to drive in with his engine revved up and his tires screeching, but he thought that there seemed to be enough commotion around here today without a dramatic entry by him.<br><br>He didn't usually like the pregame chatter that happened. Not that he would be bothered by anyone's talk. When he raced, he was completely locked into racing, and forgot about everything else that could impair his racing. He simply didn't care about all the smack talk that went on before hand. He figured he was probably going to win anyway, so why waste his time on it? Besides, that song finally seemed to have gotten out of his head after he had listened to it for the hundredth time.<br><br>As he stepped out of his car, he saw Pietro and Miyo over on one side. He walked over to them calmly. "So, is the race starting soon or what? I didn't get here this late so that I could wait for it to start, after all." he said, with a chuckle, as he surveyed the other cars that were around. Looked like this was going to be a hell of a race, from what he saw, including that North Star group. He was looking forward to a fun race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tehcraz</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 22:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navaro<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:50 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason, Jaimie, Terry, Blaire<br><hr><hr><br>Late, not exactly something Lisa was known for when it comes to work or a race. But here she was, that gorgeous, red, RX-7 Enkei making a slow roll toward that large crowd. She came from the east, taking the road from Navarro to the event. Normally, Lisa is one of the first ones there, mingling, inspecting rides, gawking at something or other, having a grand old time. This time, it was different. This time, she wanted to be gawked at, just a bit. So the RX-7 rolled in nice and slow, the glint of the clear coat reflected in the street lights and the moon, the engine revving at the entrance of the crowd. The line danced just before that line of danger on the gauges, releasing to let the sound of the blow off valve silence bits of the crowd, a more effective way to get them to move than that blasted horn.<br><br>Foot by foot, that RX-7, void of all decals or markings that would advertise it as the monster it is, rolled up to the familiar group that crowded at the starting line. They could see right through the windshield, there sat Lisa. She grinned from ear to ear, pulling up on the emergency break as she left the engine on, the idle of her car equated to something like a symphony to her ears. Pushing the door open, Lisa exited that car and stood by the open door.<br><br>"Goooooood evening." She called out over the car's idle. Lisa looked....simple. She was almost the opposite of Blaire, in terms of look and fashion. Black slacks, black racing shoes (http://racequip.com/images/221_30300XX-P01-RIT.JPG.JPG), and a black t-shirt. The only real difference was that the shirt was....a bit tight for what she normally wore. Brown hair tied back into a ponytail and a light application of makeup over her cheeks, under her eyes, she looked like she was doing everything to avoid making a statement in her look. Although, it did not detract from the fact that she <em>is</em> good looking.<br><br>&nbsp;"So, you all playing nice?" Her voice sounded like a kid in a candy store, all fired up and excited. While she didn't see herself getting into the first event, multiple cars on a tack being a bit risky for the state of her car, she was ready to start pushing what her pride and joy could do on the times. She had coddled that car for months, tuned every inch, and now it was time to actually see the fruits of her labor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 00:41:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QG1WmMH.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:50 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason, Jaimie, Terry, Lisa<br><hr><hr><br>"Hmm...alright then," Blaire agreed with Jaimie's comment about her getup, albeit with a tinge of skepticism and a slightly raised eyebrow (some of her own lingerie wasn't even as revealing as her friend's getup, so she still wasn't entirely convinced). Regardless, it was hot, and that was all that mattered. She also couldn't help but notice Jason noticing. Jaimie could be a bit naive sometimes, especially when it came to her boss, but Blaire was definitely on to him. She saw the way that Jason let his eyes wander and his glances linger on their spunky little mechanic when he thought that nobody was looking - not just tonight, but even at the garage. Especially tonight, though, not that the blonde could blame him.<br><br>A tiny part of Blaire was possibly envious about the fact that she never got those kind of looks from him, but mostly she was just amused and feeling a little mischievous, or rather a little more than usual. Such a golden opportunity to mess with both of her friends at the same time couldn't be passed up. She discretely peaked at the line of Jaimie's underwear when the girl decided to show it off and snickered at Jason's silly little rhyme before making her move.<br><br>"Wait, what? I didn't get to see!" A little white lie, and before anyone could react, Blaire's hand was already reaching past the waistband of Jaimie's minty green bottoms to grab the front of her thong. After giving her sexy friend a courtesy half-second to figure out what was coming next (if she was quick enough), the blonde yanked the black and red underwear up about three inches, taking great joy in the frontal wedgie that she was dispensing. Blaire made sure to make it good enough for Jaimie to at least squeal or make some sort of noise that would prompt Jason to look at her.<br><br>"Oh. Cute," she added matter-of-factly with an angelic look of innocence on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side as she tugged up on the thong a few more times, hopefully grinding it against her friend's naughty place. "Right, daddy?" Blaire then called out to Jason, somehow effortlessly making the word <em>daddy</em> sound very, very dirty. Satisfied, she finally let go of the skimpy garment which only partially snapped back into place and would still require quite a bit of 'adjustment' for Jaimie to get it all sorted out.<br><br>But then that Terry guy appeared out of nowhere and put a damper on the fun. Blaire knew a bit about him and his team, having seen them or their cars around the scene on plenty of occasions, and she'd also heard quite a lot of talk about them on this very night while mingling with people earlier, but they'd never formally met. Apart from his obviously handsome looks, he also had that sort of scruffy and dangerous look that Blaire was a sucker for down pretty well, so the first impression was rather positive and she was definitely attracted, but then she reminded herself that this boy particular boy was a competitor. An enemy. That was too bad.<br><br>The blonde wasn't sure what he wanted, but she wasn't buying that he was just coming over to introduce himself, welcome them and make small talk - not for a second. After all, Blaire herself had been trying to stir up trouble within the San Francisco team no more than five minutes earlier, so she'd have been a fool not to expect that someone else might try to pull something similar on her and her squad. She brought her fingers up to the stick of her lollipop and twirled it inside of her mouth for a couple of seconds before saying anything back to him, content to just stare at his chest.<br><br>"It's not bad. Little easy, though, I was starting to get bored of it." She wasn't going to let herself be intimidated by Terry's claims that this was his team's home course and the implication that they must be really good at it for that reason, so she fired back with a fully confident and equally boastful retort. "So don't worry, you can have it back after we're done with it." The blonde made it sound like her team was going to abuse the North Stars' home track like a cheap slut before letting them have sloppy seconds...and that was pretty much what she planned on doing, actually.<br><br>Blaire acknowledged Lisa's arrival with a nod of her chin in the girl's direction, but other than that kept her attention focused solely on Terry, her fierce green eyes locked onto his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 14:43:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:50pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason/Blaire/Terry/Lisa<br><hr><hr><br>Jamie's giggle was cut short as Blaire slipped her hand into the front of her skirt and gripped a hold of her underwear, giving it a sharp tug upwards. Her face flush a bright red, though it was dulled ever so slightly because of her cinnamon complexion. Her dark eyes turned on the blond with a quick frown and she felt herself tense at the friction. She couldn't help lift herself at the sudden motion and Jamie hunched a tiny bit, leaning over herself almost protectively. "H-Hey!" Her voice was loud, abrupt and full of embarrassment, her right hand moving to grip a hold of Blaire's wrist at her abdomen while her left pushed against her own hand, pressing the material in Blaire's hand lower. As her friend gave a few tugs on the fabric while commenting on the garment, Jamie felt herself squirming uncomfortably to try and adjust herself without having to physically do much. When Blaire asked Jason's opinion, the brunette turned to look up at him, her shoulders huddled against her neck with an unusual self-consious expression. Her cheeks were still a light red as she felt a slight release of pressure and let out a small sigh, turning back to Blaire with the same frown, her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. "These are fragile, y'know!" Letting out a huff of breath, she felt herself dancing around on the spot to try and sort herself out. One hand pressed the material back into the front of her skirt, though only her fingertips slipped between the mint material and she opted with remaining uncomfortable a while longer rather then publicly adjusting herself. How lady like would it be to put her hands down her skirt in public? The thought made her shake her head, her arms crossing frustratedly across her chest while she avoided the eyes of Jason and Blaire.<br><br>As an unfamiliar face approached the small group, Jamie's expression lightened a little to look unconcerned while her eyes were trained on him curiously. The brunette lowered her chin, watching Terry from the tops of her eyes for a moment before raising an eyebrow at his question. What the hell did he want? Jamie was all for making new friends, but she got a vibe off this guy that didn't mesh well. She turned her head slightly to look at Blaire as she replied, a small smile playing on her features at her words. Ah, she did love Blaire's mouth. Turning back to face the North Star Racer, Jamie's smile remained apparently as she watched him with a sweet expression. She couldn't wait to see what he had to say to that.<br><br>A familiar car pulled up next and she felt herself drawn to it, only to frown a little at the driver. She lifter her hand politely and gave a quick friendly wave in Lisa's direction before she turned her attention back on Terry, giving Lisa a small warning nod in his general direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 19:09:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/246j8r6.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Terry Desmares</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Apparent Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9:50 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Cowboy, Jason, Lisa, Jamie, Blaire, Open &amp; All<br><hr><hr><br><br>He took a long look at Lisa's approach. She was seductive as well, but the car had him in shambles. <em>'The rx-7. It showed up.'</em> He was really panicking now, although it wasn't visible on his face to anyone who didn't know him. His brow was creased. <em>'The car that Priest told everyone to gamble on. It wouldn't lose, not on this road, and not in this atmosphere.'</em> by 9:30 he was starting to calm down- the car wouldn't show. There was Blaire, but she wasn't in a mazda. So, he thought that Priest's Q-Car was only a myth. <br><br><em>'oh god, there are three of them.'</em> Terry didn't feel comfortable enough to bring it up. He had never seen a girl take herself so seriously before. It was sudden. Three of the strongest women he'd ever come across were lined up in front of him. He felt like he was being executed. The feeling was starting to settle. In an overwhelmed state- Terry put his right arm up and his hand swerved through the length of his hair. His entire face was revealed then. For a handsome man, drawing ones hair back was a beneficial nervous twitch. He took a deep breathe to control himself, focusing dearly on trying to keep his counterparts in the world of Racing and <em>dressed</em> within his mind. His favorite was clearly Blaire, and his eyes couldn't hide it.<br><br>He wanted her badly now- in four different ways. Terry responded to her after returning his gaze to her wonderful hardened skin. He felt something akin to himself in her stance, her stare, her... age.&nbsp; "I suppose it can be easy." He looked like his own anger was making him giggle. "But it's got a lot of hidden lines. Dangerous lines." His eyes creased further. She was low-balling him. "Any good driver would know that." It wasn't a pointed comment. He had looked at Lisa when he said it, inferring that she had found those lines. His look shifted to Blaire and it didn't change. It was difficult to keep himself steady.&nbsp; <em>'One- I want to have Blaire on the floor of my shower. Two- I want Blaire in the forest right now. Three- I want Blaire to bend over for hours. Four- I want Blaire in my rear-view mirror. '</em><br><br>It was rather odd, Terry reached across the circle to give the only man in the company a firm hand-shake. It was a signal.<br><br>His group started to form behind him. The road was clear. Their shoulders were back, chins high. Coder looked like he had already won every race. Steven and Alex stayed behind to keep an eye on the cars. Pierce was a large man. In every respect, he didn't look like a racer. He looked like a bouncer. He was young though, likely just out of high-school. The older members of the North Stars liked to keep him on their hip. He was a gifted youngster, a fantastic multi-tool- serving nearly every occasion well. <br><br>Michael could see his team forming near the starting line, and he nearly panicked. His cheeseburger was gone but he was too busy shooting at shit with Cowboy to remember that Terry <em>wanted</em> him to be present before the races started for a reason. His feet shuffled more than they likely should have. He reached far for a napkin and leaned over as he tried to make his departure. "Hey, it was good to meet you! man." Parker wiped his right hand excessively and offered it to Cowboy in a haste.<br><br>The North Stars were a team, and it was important that they appeared that way. Terry tried to be succinct as the three of them came up to his right shoulder. None of them stood on his left. They all wanted a better look at Rx-7. "The first scheduled event is the west bound dead start. Then the quarter-mile, we'll do that at the finish line. The finale of the night are the official time trials. westbound, three run limit. That's what <em>we</em> understand anyway. We had nothing to do with this event, we just couldn't help but take notice, being locals to the road. So, it looks like Uno set this whole thing up then. He's paying Priest, and Fairfield, and Thick Richy" Terry shifted his weight and took a long hard stare at the portable garage that Miyo had purchased for the San Francisco crew. "It's a little gaudy. I didn't even bring a tool-box."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 16:37:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Navarro, starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:50pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, Blaire, Lisa, Terry, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Busy trying to rein in his lust, Jason didn't notice the blonde's hands reach inside his mechanic's shorts to grasp and pull up the brunette's thong. What he did take notice of was Jamie's cry of protestation and his head leapt round to fix on the sight of both women's hands holding onto the thong. His attempts at reining in his lust went straight out the window and the garage owner felt his pulse speed up. Before he could reprimand Blaire, the little minx opened her mouth and called him daddy. The way the blonde made it sound was anything but fatherly though and for just a moment Jason considered throwing Blaire over the bonnet of her car and spanking her like a disobedient child. The site of his embarrassed mechanic gave him pause though. It was safer to not say or do anything to worsen the situation.<br><br>The former racer turned his attention to the man who walked up to the trio. It quickly became apparent that this was one of the competing drivers, although Jason had no idea what it was the racer was hoping to achieve by coming over. Maybe he was looking to move to a different team and this was how he planned to draw attention to his performance. Or maybe it was just a really clumsy attempt to undermine the group's confidence. If that was the case, the garage owner could have saved the man from making the poor effort. Either way, the hellcat opened up on Terry and Jason opted to keep his thoughts to himself.<br><br>He smiled at the sight of the red RX-7 rolling up to the group. It was a beautiful machine and he really wished he could convince its driver to push herself harder. Not that he could blame Lisa for her caution, but Jason knew he needed to sort out some kind of safety net for his team. You couldn't give the race your all if you were too worried about being unable to repair or replace your car if the worst should happen. That was a lesson he had learned after being picked up by a major sponsor and working with a racing team. Making a mental note for the days ahead to see what he could do for his 'kids', Jason smiled and waved at the new arrival.<br><br>The garage owner kept his thoughts to himself as Terry continued to ramble on. It wasn't like he was going to be racing, so the order of the events mattered little to him. Jason shook his head as his attention was drawn to the portable garage and the showroom the rival team had made at the side of the road. Privately, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some obvious overcompensation at work. There was no way in hell the former racer would be found putting on a show like that. Then again, the garage owner wouldn't be caught with that giant rolling toolbox next to his car either. Jason shrugged and turned his attention back to the rival team.<br><br>"The Eternal's can race anywhere, at any time and under any condition." The former racer snorted dismissively as he smirked. "We don't need track-side assistance and optimisation to win our races for us." Jason hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. For a moment his eyes saw not the racers around him but instead a memory of days past, back when Jason was a driver on the touring circuit. Tarnished by painful memories, the former racer's voice was more bitter than he had intended. "When we win, we know its because of skill and hard work - not because some hired grease monkey altered our rear negative camber by point one of a degree just for that one race."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 02:30:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QG1WmMH.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:51 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason, Terry<br><hr><hr><br>This Terry Desmares jerk was pretty hard to read, Blaire had to admit as she wondered what exactly he was playing at and what was going through that mind of his, but there was one look that she never failed to notice. Sex was to Blaire what blood was to a shark or pollen was to a bee. If there was even a hint or the possibility of one in the air, she'd sniff it out. And right now, she could feel it crawling all over her skin, causing goosebumps to spring up all over her arms and legs as she followed Terry's eyes.<br><br>She might not have known what his brain was thinking, but she could tell what his cock wanted. And despite the virtually tangible animosity in the air, she wanted him too. Unlike Pietro, who was her polar opposite, blaire could sense that Terry's spirit had much more in common than hers. On a different night, in different circumstances, it would have been an all-but-guaranteed hookup, but on <em>this</em> night, they were enemies. On this night, she'd keep her hormones in check until at least after the races, and do everything in her power to mess with his if he was stupid enough to bite. <br><br>Particularly after the figurative backhand to the face that he'd dealt her only offering Jason his hand to shake. Sure, the blonde would almost certainly have politely declined and offered Terry a middle finger for his trouble, but he didn't know that...maybe. It was such a blatant attempt to make her feel inadequate and inferior by bringing up the fact that she was a woman in a male-dominated that Blaire <em>should</em> have just laughed and let it roll off her shoulders, but somehow the brazenness of it all threatened to set her off like nobody's business.<br><br>It didn't make her desire him any less; if anything, the blonde wanted him even more badly. More specifically, she wanted him kneeling down at her feet, defeated and begging. Yeah, maybe then and only then would she graciously let him tap that.<br><br>Her muscles tensed briefly, just like she was about to push herself away from her car to get in Terry's face, and she was, right up until Jason took a stand and retorted for her. It wasn't every day that he decided to give some punk a much needed reality check, so Blaire held back and let him speak, deriving no small amount of pleasure from the way that he snubbed Terry's macho-bullshit-handshake. Her body language relaxed again and she held her lollipop up in front of her mouth, licking away at it slowly and pensively every now and again while staring at some random point in the dark horizon behind Terry, observing as his team formed up behind him like henchmen in an action flick without actually focusing her gaze on any of them. <br><br>It was definitely the brute force, kitchen sink approach to intimidation. She had to admit that they did at least look like a pretty fearsome team compared to hers (John not even bothering to show up wasn't helping matters), but Blaire drew some comfort from the fact that that she'd seen at least two or three of them around the scene before and that she hadn't been overly impressed or anything. Lisa would humiliate them in the time trials, and she'd eat them alive if they dared to enter the dead-start, but Blaire was pretty sure by then that Terry was a lock as one of her opponents in her race.<br><br>Which reminded her of her initial strategy: flustering her handsome foe as much as possible by making him think of anything other than racing. In this case, the main thing that he'd shown an interest in so far was her, so seduction was on the menu. Or at least the build-up of lust. It may have been Terry's and the North Stars' home turf, but manipulation was Blaire's game, and she didn't mind being the 'away' team.<br><br>Holding the stick of her sweet treat between her index and middle finger, the blonde eventually did push herself away from her car to close even more of the distance that still separated her from Terry after Jason had said what he had to say, but his interjection bought her enough time to stymie her vexation. Her movements were confident and slinky as she gravitated into Terry's personal space, no more than a foot left between them.<br><br>Blaire looked up at him with subdued desire flickering behind her defiant green eyes, exactly as if she'd been trying to hide it but couldn't manage to keep some of it from accidentally surfacing. The feeling wasn't hard to fake, what with it being real and all. She was just controlling its proportioning and projection to make Terry believe an altered version of the truth. <em>Now something to grab his attention</em>. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her low-rising jeans and panties, the blonde casually and purposely tugged down on them, revealing the bottom edge of her belly tattoo (a clock framed by large wings, stars and musical notes)...and then some. Though she didn't quite show the goods, anyone who might have been wondering whether or not Blaire was completely smooth down there could rest easier tonight knowing for a fact that she was, indeed. <br><br>"Mmm. No box, but I'm seeing plenty of tools," Blaire purred out the jab at Terry's team, her voice sounding a bit like it might while she was hot and out of breath in the middle of intercourse. He'd catch on if she suddenly warmed up to him, but even being a total bitch could sound alluring.<br><br><em>Just look down and you're mine</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 00:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Near the Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9:55 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - None yet<br><hr><hr><br><strong>“Shit, shit, shit, shit”</strong> John repeated the word over and over again, hoping that somehow by denying how late he was to the race it would change the current state of things. Perhaps by cursing enough times in a row, the junkie with an infected forearm would have decided to come in tomorrow night instead of today. Thus allowing John to get to his first race on time, without smelling like a homeless person. His foot was pressed as far down on the gas pedal of his new Mitsubishi Eclipse as he would allow. As embarrassing as being late to a race might have been, it would be nothing compared to the shit he would get from his team if the doctor was actually pulled over for speeding before even reaching the track.<br><br>For perhaps the hundredth time John’s green hues glanced up at the clock, watching as the digital ticker counted up the hour. <strong>“About 15 to 10”</strong> he told himself, the Highway 128 signs passing by as quick green blurs. <em>‘God let the race not have started yet’</em>. He was not in the first, so pending no schedule changes John would end up being early for his own competition. But Blaire was competing right at the start. If half of her war stories were true, the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the petite blonde woman. Especially on a race night when nerves were on edge, blood pumped a bit faster, and everyone had something to prove. Most especially John.<br><br>He saw the lights before he saw the starting sign. A small galaxy of headlights and brake lights, intermixed with the reflected colors of new paint jobs. John’s heart was beginning to try and claw it’s way up his throat when he realized how many people were there. He was sweating suddenly, hands shaking against the steering wheel. If he fucked up he was going to do it in front of half if not more of the entire race community on the west coast. Or at least all the one’s who mattered. Suddenly the thought of wrecking and dying instantly didn’t seem like such a poor outcome considering the alternative.<br><br><em>‘I don’t know where to park’</em> he practically screamed in his mind, eye’s widening. Was everyone parking by car type? Or by which race they were participating in? Or by team?! He knew that Jamie had told him before John left for his shift, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember now. He could stop and ask somebody, but then the man would be ‘that guy’ who had to ask for directions at a race. Maybe if he was representing just himself that would be fine. But tonight he had to think of Jason’s reputation. He had put him up here and fronted the words the get John in to the community. What about his team? God knew their rivals already had enough cannon fodder.<br><br>Pulling back on the gear John desperately worked his cell phone form his pocket, punching in Jamie’s number. <strong>“Christ let her have it on her”</strong> though if what he saw laid out on the couch this morning was what she was planning on wearing, John couldn’t imagine where she would fit the damn thing. The light green top and bottom were so small he felt short of breath just from looking at it.<br><br>Setting it up to his ear, John began to hear the ring on the other end of the line. At the same time he reached out and pulled a small blue duffle bag from the back and set it in the passenger seat. John was still wearing his scrubs, but at least had the foresight to bring a change.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 01:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:55pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason/Blaire/Terry/John<br><hr><hr><br>The brunette couldn't take her eyes away from Terry, mostly because she didn't want to miss anything. When Blaire tensed ever so slightly beside her, she resisted the urge to grab her wrist, her eyes darted to stare at her with a deep, knowing gaze. She heard Jason on her other side speak but her eyes were focused on the headstrong blond until she felt a little more relaxed and turned back to the man in front of them with an overly sweet smile. She couldn't help the grin growing as Jason finished and she quickly turned to him to give him a proud nod, the flush on her cheeks from the events before Terry now faded to her usual tone. <br><br>Relaxing a little against the side of Blaire's beautiful ride, she felt herself wanting to wander off and explore some more of the cars on show but knew that the races would begin at any moment. Instantly, her thoughts turned to her roommate, John, and she couldn't help but wonder where he'd gotten to. She lifted her gaze at Lisa briefly before looking up at Jason out of the corner of her eyes, nodding back over the hood of Blaire's car, gesturing for him to talk without Terry listening in on her concern. Jamie casually rolled onto her stomach before adjusting herself against the car, her arms crossed onto the hood of the car, her bare abdomen pressed against the cool glass of the passanger window raising goosebumps on her cinnamon skin. She shuffled her feet out a little to lean casually and turned her head to face Jason, the side of her head resting gently on her crossed forarms; the girl was trying to make her movements look as casual as possible in the eyes of all the other competitors who may have been watching at that point. When she spoke, her voice was as quiet as she could make it without it looking as if she were whispering and she made sure not to lean into the taller man at all. "John's missing. I'm worried." She hadn't thought about it before, seeing as the three of them seemed to be the first of the group to arrive, but now the races were approaching with speed and her concern was beginning to get out of hand beneath her confident composure. "You think he'll be here in time? I don't want him to miss it." <br><br>Just as she finished speaking, a sudden vibration began between the flesh of her left breast and the material of her bra. Jumping at the sensation, Jamie quickly turned around again and dug her hand into her top to retrieve her phone. Flipping the device open, the brunette quickly pressed the object to her ear while her spare hand adjusted her top, her eyes cast down to watch the motion. "Hello? John? You're late!" Without even giving the person on the other end of the phone a time to speak, she continued talking, her hand pressing into her other ear to dull the sounds of booming music and revving engines around her. "We're by Blaire's car. It's just left of the finish line. Drive straight through and come'n pull up beside us!" Her voice was slightly raised due to the amount of noise on her end and she waiting for clarification before thinking of hanging up on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 02:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Near the Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9:56 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - None yet<br><hr><hr><br>His anxiety lifted slightly when Jamie’s voice greeted him on the other end of the line. He began his apology after his roommate took the opportunity to point out how insanely late he was, but didn’t get a word in before being told where he needed to go. <strong>“Thanks Jamie”</strong>, allowing a long sigh before shifting up again and working through the crowd towards where Blaire would be parked. His car drew looks from other race goers, not because it was especially impressive, but because it was new. He quickly learned with these people that no matter how stupid or cliché any of these people were, they all knew their cars and the cars other people drove. John was unfamiliar, all at once feeling sort of like a new wolf walking into the middle of a pack.<br><br>The unsettling imagery disappeared when he found Blaire, Jason, Jamie and a few others he did not recognize standing next to the blonde’s familiar vehicle. He had made it, the race had not started yet! Sure he would probably get flack for being tardy to class, but the real meat of the lesson was about to begin. His white Mitsubishi pulled into the next available spot, picking up the bag with his change of clothes before stepping out of the car and into the evening. The country air had never smelled so much like cigarettes and exhaust fumes ever before. Somehow that only acted to make him more nervous. At least back in his car he could have cut town and run, but now he was really here, and in soon enough he would really be racing.<br><br><strong>“Hey guys, sorry I’m late and… like this”</strong> apologizing also for the blue hospital attire. He had promised Blaire the night before that he would not wear scrubs to the race. All he ever seemed to be wearing were these damn things. <strong>“But I came prepared”</strong> holding up the bag at his side. His muscles tightened when he found Jamie in that outfit. Over the course of the day he had bet with himself that she wouldn’t go through with wearing that thing out in public. He was glad he had lost. <strong>“Would you care if I went around telling everyone that I get to go home with you tonight? Might score me some points with the guys here”</strong> laughing at his own joke again. He had to joke, or else he might end up shaking again.<br><br><strong>“I don’t suppose this place has a bathroom where I can change?”</strong> John asked, directing the question towards Blaire. Knowing how familiar she was with this operation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 08:15:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:51</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Adrian, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>As he was asking Miyo if there was anything wrong, seeing that his assistant seemed to be in a haze after the exchange with Blaire, Adrian finally showed up. Usually Pietro wouldn't have minded him showing then, but given the tug of war this boy seemed to have started he would have prefered he would show earlier. Maybe Miyo was just attracted to him and Blaire had pushed the right buttons but if there was something else he wanted to know.<br><br>"Glad you could join us Adrian." he said "I'm sure you are ready to race, but a small matter is troubling me and I want to deal with it before anything else. Is there anything I should know about you and our dear competitors over there." he said pointing with his thumb to Blaire's car. "I'm talking to both of you" he clarified.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 17:00:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The starting line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:50pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian noticed that Miyo and Pietro seemed to be a bit ruffled, like they had just been in an argument. But with who? When Pietro asked him about their competitors, though, it became quickly clear who had ruffled their feathers. "Oh, let me guess, she waltzed in her, threw some controversial statements at you, then walked right back?" Adrian scoffed a little as he continued, "That's half their game. Which is why I wouldn't race with them. Even though Blaire did try to seduce me over to their team."<br><br>"I don't think you particularly need to know who tries to seduce me and who doesn't, but there it is Pietro. Now can we just fucking race already?" he asked as he stood there. He didn't take lightly to being questioned by Pietro, even though he supposed it was his right to. Then, Adrian remembered that Miyo looked a little off too. "Did she say something to you too?" he asked, turning to Miyo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 23:16:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/246j8r6.jpg)<br><br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/r8uslw.jpg)<br><br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> - Feat. Yerry Desmares &amp; "Morrison" &amp;&nbsp; Kobayashi Miyo</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> <em><span class="bbc_u">Also Including</span> Natalie Moschella, Aurora Lee, &amp; Terry Desmares</em></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> in order <br>-The Stage<br>-The Starting Line<br>-San Francisco crew Pits<br>-The Finish Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9:56 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blaire, Lisa, Jason /Uno, Adrian /Chris OPEN &amp; ALL<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">9:56 PM</span></div><hr><br>The radios were audible in everyone's ears. Talks of drivers meeting at the starting line, and discussions of road conditions for take-off were crackling through the woods along the highway and the creek running along it's side. Even the rally of shouting fans and loud engines could be heard in the background of every transmission. Time seemed to be slowing down. The squeal of tires could be heard for miles. Aaron Shepard's 180sx came out of hiding on the 15th corner. It had been behind the guard-rail. Dirt flipped into the air and smoke followed as soon as his back tires hit asphalt. Shepard was roughly eight miles from the starting line. When his lights turned on he was just shifting into third gear. A cheer followed him. He was driving toward the finish line.<br><br>Morrison felt chills go down her back.<br><br><hr><br>Terry Desmares had turned his back to The Eternals. He took his jacket and his shirt off, and handed it to Pierce, who handled it gracefully. A tight black piece of cotton was still clinging to his chest and his arms. Terry turned back and stepped forward, as well as Joseph Coder, but the leader didn't even notice that. He was looking directly at Blaire, offering a hand shake to her more appropriately now. His touch was easy, his hand slid on to the under side of hers, and he lifted it lightly, as if he thought that kissing her would have been proper. "I'll be in the dead start with you then. I'll be representing the North Stars." He glanced over everyone that could call them-self an Eternal, including the man in the scrubs in the back by the trees. Did you find out who was racing for Uno's pride?"<br><br><hr><br>Miyo had fought through the urge to vomit. She had almost forgotten how to breathe. She was too busy arguing with herself to speak; to realize how soon the race was supposed to start. She didn't know if she should bring it up or not. Miyo truly didn't believe that Uno's Eclipse could outrun The Eternals' Rx-7. Only a professional driver would be able to keep up with her cornering. But the way that Blaire was talking had Miyo believe that anyone could win, just as well, anyone could flip and spin themselves into the forest and light up into a ball of fiber-glass and metal. She didn't want anyone in her crew to race in the dead start. It felt like some one had just walked over her grave. Miyo was trembling as she spoke. "Blaire, she made it clear. It was like talking a jumper down off of a ledge. She's crazy."<br><br>Aurora Stepped into the arguing circle of the SF crew. She didn't have a thing to say<br><br>"Blaire, If she races... she made it pretty clear that she wants to hurt us. I think Adrian should race. Bugatti or no Bugatti. He's got a better chance of winning than you do Uno."<br><br><hr><br>The 180sx took one minute and thirty-seven seconds to get to the end of the track. No one could have guessed that. Morrison had spotted his flying white pain job immediately. He parked near the center of the crowd, and stayed in his car. The young girl with the camera, the girl that considered him a god, the girl that had not expected to see his car again all night. That girl was walking up to the driver's side window, it was a long walk, but the window rolled down. Aaron's hand flicked the door open and he stood outside of the car beside her. <br><br>"The race is about to start." They both looked longingly to the East, as if they would see the proverbial green flag fly.<br><br>"I know." Morrison put her right hand into Shepard's palm and he held it quietly.<br><br>"I was on turn Fifteen. It's the highest speed section of the track, and it feel like an easy corner. Then there's a 90 degree flick to the right side. If anyone crashes tonight. It's gonna be right there. In-between corners fifteen and sixteen."<br><br>"Yeah?" Morrison looked like she might have gotten some sexual excitement out of what Shepard had said. "Are you sure?"<br><br>"It will be one of the two cars in the front of the pack. The driver with more to lose. They'll take the corner too fast and contact the wall right before the ninety degree right. As Sure as I can be. You'll be safe on the inside of the 16th corner. Now hurry up, before they close the road."<br><br>Morrison lifted herself and quickly planted a passionate kiss onto Aaron's lips. He threw his hand under her back and helped her up. Their affections blurred into the background. No one knew who either of them were, or how important each of them had become to the Rising California Racing Scene. Shepard watched Morrison as she pranced to her car, with quick girly steps.<br><br>She climbed in and fired up the engine, running hard to the East to take Shepard's former position on the track, in-between corner's 15 and 16.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 02:06:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> Navarro, California, A few cars away from Jason's team approximate location. <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Michael Parker, Open (Random NPC's that are familiar with him)<br><hr><hr><br>Cowboy served a few burgers and beers, some insisted on ponying up some dollars, others didn't. The native Texan didn't care, he brought the food as a first come first serve basis. Anything he got from people went into the next race. It was a concept, he heard one of the girls he was sleeping with, called Karma. Clint was not exactly sure how it worked, but the girl said he had plenty of it even after he was honest and told her he had no intentions of committing to a serious relationship. <br><br>So now, the money he had gotten that night managed to cover his own expenses two fold and next race he would bring double the food so more people could eat. Most of his beer was gone, except for the hidden six pack of bottlenecks he hid in his cab. With a vanishing burger and a beer he closed up his tailgate and moved to the guard rails when it was time. <br><br>Clint made sure to give Jason's team a salute as they lined up, Blaire's car was given a little wink but he doubted she would see him among all the gathering faces. Next event, their bet would be settled and he wondered if she recalled what was at stake. Clint was a spectator that night, next time, it was his. The bugatti lining up made him smile, like a hunter honing on its prey, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation for the next event. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 14:59:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:51</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Adrian, Then Aurora</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro looked at Adrian "It's not my business who tries to seduce you, or who you sleep with, I don't care. I only care about what affects your performance, or mess with the head of anyone on this team. Not sure who said what to who or how it even started, I just needed your confirmation."<br><br>He sighed at his exasperation he had little right to act like that, Miyo's proposal of Blaire trying to hurt them didn't sit well although he sincerely thought it was an idle threat.<br><br>"Us or him?" he pointed to Adrian "If she is that silly to focus on trying to make one of crash she will most likely lose." he then chuckled "If Adrian has a better chance than me then it makes even more sense I race the dead start, if I go out in a ball of flame he'll still be in shape to race the next event."<br><br>Pietro looked at Aurora, Miyo had already given her input so he took a look at both his drivers, but focused on Adrian "If you had to choose one event to race what would it be?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 15:44:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The starting line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:53pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian returned Pietro's glance, "You have two things you don't need to worry about--me joining Blaire's group, and anything affecting my racing." he said simply, with a smirk on his face. Indeed, he forgot about most things when driving, except for the cars. He had trained himself to race like that, soon after he had come to this area. He noticed the two other groups in their standoff a bit away, and he smiled again. If they were distracting each other, it looked like Adrian might have his job done for him.<br><br>"Time trials bore me. I'd probably choose the dead start or the quarter mile. Put me in either, or hell, put me in both. I'm familiar enough with this place to say that I'd win." Of course, Adrian would probably boast about winning in most circumstances, partially because he knew he was good and partially because he had a low opinion of most other drivers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 23:07:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Miyo Kobayashi</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The SF Crew pits<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:56 pm - May 9th,2006<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro , Adrian, OPEN<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Miyo didn't feel like she belonged. She was well aware of the fact that she did, but everything was working against her right now. She had never been this confused about a race before. Her guts were defected. She couldn't trust them. <br><br>Natalie had appeared out of the darkness near the back of the pit area. She had been circling game for hours, and this was where she lied in wait. She didn't announce herself, but she knew what she had done. Her dress appeared to be more white than it had been before. Her cell phone was against her ear, she was speaking softly.<br><br>Miyo took a short glance her direction and imagined her own bank account growing for a few seconds. Then she stood in awe, looking up at Adrian as if he was standing atop a stage, working on a grand machine, or stationed in the seat of a king. She loved him. She loved him deeply. It was the kind of passion that songs were written about. She hated him, and it made her groan in anticipation. The affection that she had for him was difficult to process, and impossible for her to ignore. However, she did well at it most of the time, sparing him cold shoulders and icy stares to cover the heat. For now- Her eyes were treasonous as well. She looked at him with longing, inspired by his drive, and his persistence &amp; his disregard for pressure and stress. She wanted to be just like him. She wanted him at her side. <em>'He would do better if I was with him, even in the passenger seat of a race.'</em><br><br>She had a job to do. So, her focus snapped quickly, and Miyo reminded herself of her duties. They were near her car. She had changed inside when she had arrived. Her coat was resting on the roof. She wandered over, and tossed it onto her shoulders. Her arms glided through, a western duster. The coat was a hard leather, made for riding motorcycles in circuit races. It was fitted for a child. It was still too large on Jennifer. "So who's racing!?" She sounded angry. "Our Ace is Adrian. We hired him for races like this, Pietro. We have to beat these bitches first or they'll have too much confidence in the time trial. Then, it doesn't matter who we send at the rx-7."<br><br>The dust settled. She wanted to say that his Bugatti could be replaced. If Blaire raced, if Blaire crashed the Bugatti on purpose. It could be replaced. '<em> Any car can be replaced.'</em> No. Miyo was worried about the driver. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 02:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:52</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Adrian, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Miyo's last assurance settled it for Pietro.<br><br>"It will go like this, I will race the dead start." he paused briefly before continuing "Aurora you do the time trial, and finally Adrian you do the quarter mile."<br><br>He had many reasons for doing the dead start himself. After the previous encounter with Blaire he wanted to meet her on the road, also he didn't like Miyo's insistence in Adrian's abilities, he knew how talented he was but he wasn't going to make him the response to everything. If Miyo asked she would be told to keep her emotions in check which seemed like something she was far from doing at the moment. <br><br>Finally the last reason was the assurance of danger, he wasn't sure if it was real or not, if it was he wanted to be the one feeling it, in truth it excited him far more than it should.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 06:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The starting line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May '06 - 9:58pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian looked over at Miyo. She seemed to be having a tough time thinking about something, though he didn't know what. The opening smack talk must've really gotten into Miya and Pietro's heads, by the looks of it. "They really got into your heads, didn't they? This is why I don't come early, so I don't have to deal with stupid shit like this." he said. He hadn't considered the possibility of someone crashing into him. Of course, he didn't really expect anyone to be close enough to him to crash into him, though.<br><br>Adrian had also had some kind of weird mixture of affection and gratitude towards Miyo. She had brought him into the racing scene here, and helped him show off his driving skills. Considering that was half of what he did all day, he was bound to be noticed eventually and he was bound to find out where these races were happening, but Miyo had accelerated the process. He had a hard time reading her, though. Sometimes she had a wary look when looking at him, and other times it was almost a romantic look. It was kind of cute, if Adrian had to be honest. Though he had no idea what the hell it meant.<br><br>As far as Pietro's decision went, he was ambiguous. He was fine with the quarter mile, it seemed like it would be straightforward enough, as it was suited to his strengths, but the challenge of the dead start had tantalized him. "Don't rush into this because of Blaire. She's not gonna fuck you if you lose to her, after all, Pietro." he said, as he glanced over at the other crews, gearing up to race. He wasn't opinionated enough about his decision to make a scene, though he was slightly annoyed. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "You better start getting ready, at any rate, you only have two minutes before the race starts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 21:11:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:59</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Adrian, Open</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro didn't like Adrian's assumptions, the true reason Pietro had been concerned about Adrian was because Miyo seemed to be so upset. His desire for the first race was also from the increased sense of danger, it was something Pietro craved greatly even if usually it wouldn't show. The truth was that this events were like a drug for him and he was very excited near race time.<br><br>He did however look at Adrian seriously "Don't assume things about me and I won't about you. It's not about Blaire or her crew, and certainly not about fucking her." His expression then changed to a more relaxed one since business was dealt with and he shared his true motivations. "I need to race. I doubt someone would try to make me crash, but that certainly would make things even more exciting."<br><br>He started to walk towards his car but turned to his crew briefly "If I end up in a ball of flame you two better win your events or I will haunt your cars. All dressed in white I already have the looks for the spirit world. If you do manage to win you do get to keep the money I gambled on each of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 23:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpxgz6aRPpHJ-kqMBHg3i-TDQIhclCfucOhQLIYevqFrboXlw1)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Chris Anderson </span></span> <br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:59<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> -Open and All<br><hr><hr><br>Chris moved his Supra to the starting line with little fanfare, his mind now focused on the course ahead. He didn't know the competition which was in truth, nothing new, however he knew amongst them would be the usual range, those with more money than sense, those with cars beyond their capabilities and the predators, the ones who had talent and the cars to match that talent, that was where his competition lay, but there was danger in all the drivers , there was not enough racing line and too many drivers wanting it.<br><br>If the truth be told Chris ran the dead start only slightly more times than the quarter mile, which was to say rarely, the quarter mile was not his strength and he only raced it when his competition comprised idiots who had seen Fast and Furious too many times. The dead start, well that was aptly named , Chris had seen too many dead bodies for his liking and all had been young dumb and racing the dead start, yet here he was at the line , to win definitely but to learn..to learn the track at race speed because the next race , the time trial , that was Rally and Chris had raced in every time trail he could find.<br><br>He had butterflys waiting, a good sign...he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Miyo Kobayashi</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The SF Crew pits<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> -9:59 pm - May 9th,2006<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro , Adrian, OPEN<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Miyo had taken herself away from the situation. She had given Adrian one more tender look, and then her back was turned. She walked toward the starting line, but it wasn't straight. She made way to the side of the ride first, in order to let some time pass, and to gain her composure. She would have to look Blaire dead in the face again, and she wanted to be ready for that moment.<br><br>Morgan and Brett were done with Pietro's car, and the hood was closed with the engine idling. The lights were left on, and the hazards were blinking. It was a ready signal. Ironic, the two low members on the pole looked like they was knew that he was going to be racing in the first event the whole time. Aurora went over to her car, and she pulled it into the lighted section of the garage, after all, she was up in less than twenty minutes. Natalie had been on the phone for a long time. She seemed to be staring down The Eternals right through the back of Pietro's skull. The woman was too excited for the race to continue her conversation, even though the topic of the phone call revolved around the event. With an intentional limp in her step, an idyllic image of perfection approached her counterpart. She seemed as distant as she always had, just interested in Pietro enough to reach out and stroke his upper arm.<br><br>"Your wagers are handled, and they're moving. The odds are stacking in your favor. I think the garage is tipping people off. Was that Miyo's call. It's working against us." She was cool, quiet, private, sensual and as far-off as as comet.<br><br>Miyo's Honda S2000 sudenly fired up and spit itself to the starting line. But, Miyo floated passed the Highway 101 sign, and she slid the car sideways with her e-brake. The sound of grinning chalkboards and rattling joints gave that away. She flicked on the brights and the hazards. In the next moment, she had her door swinging open, and she climbed up to the roof of the car, as if it were a stage.<br><br>"Welcome to Navarro!" <br><br>Her girlish voice raised above the sound of the diminishing engines and most of the crowd turned toward the small Japanese girl on top of her car like a goddess. She had charged to the starting line only moments after Chris Anderson decided to pull his car up first. Joseph Coder had vanished from the starting line, and the lights of his 240sx were glowing. Smoke poured out of his exhaust. Terry didn't even notice, he was still locked onto young Ms. Simmons, waiting for her tender lips to move again. A lot seemed to be moving at once.<br><br>"I am Kobayashi Miyo! Or Jennifer" <br><br>She had a thick accent with each name, one Japanese, one American. Her jacket hid her modesty. But, her short shorts were showing off her pussy. She stood with a regal flare. She was proud, and this stunt had encouraged her enough to forget about Blaire and Adrian for a moment. She loved to be in the center of attention like this. And now, even stereo's were being turned off to make room in the audio space for her frail chested shouts. <br><br>"I represent the circuit-mountain team from San Francisco. And although we find ourselves away from home, we've prepared this event, and in turn. I will begin the race. This is a traditional mountain pass Dead Start! the participants will line up side by side, and they are only allowed to accelerate after the countdown. First one to the finish line wins, flat out. One racer from each racing team shall be allowed to take part in this first event. Also, if there are any challengers from the sideline." <br><br>Miyo stopped and looked directly and Chris Anderson, realizing now that it didn't belong to any of the racing teams she knew to be present. <br><br>"This road has enough space for six cars to enter at the same time. So there are two more open slots." <br><br>Jenna stayed on top of her car, watching the patterns unwind with a mischievous grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 06:11:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QG1WmMH.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - May 9th, 2006. 9:57-9:59 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Terry, John<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire stared Terry down almost appraisingly as he turned away to remove his jacket, taking in the shapes of the muscles on his back as his black shirt clung to them and even stealing a glance at his ass before he turned back around and their eyes locked. It was an intense stare, filled with emotions, promises and threats. The way that he took her hand threw the blonde off, her eyes squinting slightly as she scanned him for any hint about his intentions, but he was proving to be a more complicated puzzle to put together than most. Who'd have thought that this guy who seemed like total white trash (albeit handsome white trash) would end up posing such a challenge? Hopefully his driving was as good as his mind gaming. Tonight was a night where Blaire wanted not only to win but also to crush all the best competition, not to swindle a bunch of wannabes like she had on so many other occasions.<br><br>She wanted to pull away from the weird handshake, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable with Terry's large hand grasping her small and dainty one, but she forced herself to endure it until he let go. She'd come too far to show weakness now.<br><br>"Why are you asking me?" she eventually answered his question about Pietro's racer with a question of her own. "I thought this was yuor home turf." Blaire's parting gift to Terry was an attempt to make him feel foolish about not having done his homework for a race taking part in his own self-proclaimed stomping ground.<br><br>Walking away from her newly found rival, the blonde got around to addressing John. Blaire was a very mercurial being even at the best of times, and in the moments leading up to a race, particularly an important one, that aspect of her personal was amplified several times over. She could be feeling absolutely zen just like she could be hyperactive or hostile, and tonight she was ready to take on the world, especially after her little chats with Miyo, Pietro and Terry had primed her up. The world included her own friends and teammates if they had the misfortune of attracting her ire, and so far John was well on his way. <br><br>In the span of about a minute, he'd managed to arrive extremely late to what might prove to be the most important and defining event of her life, to butt into her conversation to ask about a fucking bathroom and to annoy her with the way that he was ogling Jamie. The last thing probably wouldn't have bothered Blaire had she not already been pissed at him, but since she was, it was making everything else that he did get on her nerves. Hell, she was even getting upset at Jamie for being stupidly hot and dressing up like a slut when five minutes ago she couldn't have been prouder of the girl. <br><br>But most of all it was John's questionable level of commitment that had Blaire so riled up. As absurd and unreasonable as it sounded and most likely was, she expected John to prioritize his responsibilities within the team above all else, even his career. She needed drivers that were as hungry and desperate to win as she was, otherwise how could they expect to beat the odds, to beat those rich motherfuckers with seemingly limited resources? <br><br>Blaire gave him a look as if she were a detective and John was her prime suspect in a murder investigation, though what she was really wondering was whether or not it was a mistake to bring him into the fold. "The fuck should I know? Change in your fucking car. I've got a race to win, no time to babysit your ass." Blaire would quite possibly regret being so harsh once she'd had the chance to cool down, but that wouldn't be until after the race at the earliest.<br><br>She brushed by John and whoever else was in her way and got into her car. It felt good to drown out most of the noise from outside, to be back behind that very characteristic instrument panel that curved around to kind of mimic what you'd expect to see in a fighter jet and to feel the texture of the steering wheel's worn leather beneath her palms and fingers. The Supra growled angrily as Blaire started it up, seemingly projecting its owner's emotional state. Not really, because, it always growled like that, but in this situation it seemed especially appropriate.<br><br>The engine was still warm since it had only been sitting for around an hour, it'd be back up to the optimal temperature by the time that the race started in a couple of minutes or so. The idle was perceptively rough thanks to the upgraded racing cams and advanced timing, but not nearly as bad as most of the souped up muscle cars in the area. It had to be drivable on the street, after all. Blaire gave everyone around the Supra about two seconds to clear out before getting it rolling closer to the starting line, but she stopped again a few car lengths away.<br><br>Locking the front brakes, she revved the engine up and dumped the clutch to spin the rear wheels into a squealing burnout that covered a large portion of the crowd gathered to the side in which the wind was blowing in white smoke. They loved it, of course, going crazy as if the smell of burnt rubber was the best thing they'd ever experienced. Having warm tires would help quite a bit with the launch, since traction was an issue that came with staggeringly high horsepower, but it was also for the purposes of posturing and letting off steam.<br><br>The back of the car broke loose slightly when Blaire finally let go of the brakes, but she straightened it out with practiced eased and rode the momentum all the way to the starting line, coming to a stop in between the white Supra and Eclipse. She couldn't help but smirk to herself as her eyes glanced over to the left at Pietro's ride, wondering if their little chat had played a part in his decision to field himself rather than his ace for the dead start. Blaire had to admit that the move had made her gain a certain measure of respect for the man - it took guts to put yourself on the line like that when you didn't have to - but she also thought that he was being completely stupid. Adriano may as well have been genetically engineered to run this type of race, it was just foolish not to use him when the momentum for the rest of the night was on the line.<br><br>At any other time, Blaire might have been disappointed not to have a chance at beating the one who'd spurned her, but this one time it was about the bigger picture, and in that regard she couldn't have asked for a better outcome. If she won this, then she and Lisa would both have pretty good odds in the drag race, and Lisa could be a monster in time trials when she wanted to while John was a bit more of an unknown, never having been race-tested, but his innate talent would hopefully make him a surprisingly dangerous dark horse.<br><br>A sweep was definitely within their grasp, but first things first. <em>Come on, come on, let's go already...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 09:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - The Starting Line.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9th May 06 // 9:55pm. – 9:59pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jason/Blaire/John<br><hr><hr><br>Jamie couldn’t help but let a small smile pull at her glossy lips at John’s words and she couldn’t help but chuckle a little at him; he could be so cute when he wanted to be. “Well, you can do that if you like, but I’m not sure whether you’d get props or bruises.” She knew first had that a lot of the guys on the race scene tended to be either jealous or supportive; there didn’t ever seem to be any middle ground with them. She caught Blaire turning from Terry finally, looking a little more pissed off then she should have been. The brunette watched her carefully, a blank expression now on her features as she remained pressed against the side of the blonds car, next to Jason. <br><br>When she practically spat at John, Jamie felt her brows furrowing together, obviously concerned with her behaviour. “Don’t take it out on him. It’s his first gig.” Jamie stepped from the cars side, almost stepping back into Jason as Blaire completely ignored her team to get into her vehicle and pull out seconds later. She watched the taillights drift through the crowd, the people closing the sudden gap to cheer and then be smoked out by Blaire’s crowd pleasing wheel spin. <br><br>Jamie pressed her lips together, her fists hitting her hips with an irritated posture. She didn’t want to put Blaire off her game, but she couldn’t resist saying something. “Two seconds.” She indicated to the two guys with a finger, obviously disgruntled by the sudden change of pace. She quickly made her way over towards the cars lined up on the starting line, making her way in particular to Blaire’s driver side window. She bent a little, trying to remain modest as she bent her knees rather than leaning forwards to tap two knuckles gently on the glass to get her attention. Blaire didn’t have to undo the window if she was too pissed, but Jamie continued with what she wanted to say anyway. “You don’t need it, but good luck. See you after the race. When you win.” The brunette gave a simple nod, her expression painfully serious as she held herself there for only a second before disappearing in Blaire’s side, rear-view mirror to push back through the crowd, only glancing back once.<br><br>Once she’d managed to get herself through the amount of people crowding the starting line, Jamie let out a heavy sigh and a shake of her head as she found Jason and John once more. “She’s so pissed.” Pressing her lips into a hard line, she looked thoughtful for a moment and she considered what to do, if anything. “John, don’t listen to her. She’s just got her panties in a twist is all. She’ll be fine once she comes back.” <em>If she wins, that is.</em> Letting out another sigh, Jamie quickly plastered a fun loving smile onto her face and gave a nod. She was going to enjoy this and no one would stop her from doing so. <br><br>Upon hearing Miyo shout over the crowd and the music and engines quieten down, she turned her head towards the starting line with a sudden interest. It was hard to see anything; damn it why was she so fucking short?! The only thing slightly visible was Miyo’s head just above the crowd, though waving arms and jumping didn’t help much at all. Jamie turned to John, hoping he’d gone to change already. She felt a little guilty about what had occurred moments before, but her light eyes turned on Jason with a look that could only be described as worry. “Blaire had better not do anything stupid.” <br><br>Waiting patiently for John to re-join them behind the crowd, Jamie glanced around to as where the best spot to watch the start of the race would be. She scanned the crowd almost frantically, not wanting to miss what she would be able to watch of the race.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 22:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Near the Starting Line<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 9:56 - 10:00 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jaime/Jason/Blaire<br><hr><hr><br><br>John was stunned completely silent by the sudden outburst. Up until now calling Blaire ‘intense’ was not on high on the list of words he would use to describe the blonde. From the very beginning she had been easy going, and more forgiving than most. She stormed off past him before he even had the chance to speak up in his own defense. He would have assumed that being present before the race actually began would have qualified him as being ‘on-time enough’ to bypass any ire from his team, which obviously was an incorrect assessment. Briefly the man had a flashback to high school band, when his director would always spout off about “If you aren’t 10 minutes early, then you are 10 minutes late!”<br><br><strong>“It’s alright Jamie”</strong>, he protested when she came to his defense with a dejected tone. The last thing he wanted on Blaire’s laundry list of annoyances associated with the good doctor was ‘to weak to fight his own battles’. Not that he would have yelled back in the first place. Maybe he didn’t know fully what was at stake here other than just their teams reputation, but John wasn’t going to let a little tantrum rile him up. She was probably just stressed, or maybe somebody said something before he had arrived.<br><br><strong>“Good luck in the race”</strong> calling off to Blaire as she disappeared through the crowd and into her car, fairly sure she had already been out of earshot at that point but glad he got to say it all the same. Unzipping his pack and beginning to pull out his change of clothes, John nodded to Jason and Jamie, shrugging at the woman’s reassurance with handsome smile to further reinforce that he was not going to let it bother him. <strong>“Just can’t loose now”</strong>, laughing in a worried tone. If he thought she was pissed now, this was probably the tip of the fucking iceberg.<br><br>Turning away John slipped into the backseat of his Eclipse and began changing into his new clothes, consisting of a set of comfortable worn jeans and a faded black shirt. All and all neither served to make him better looking or more spectacular seeming than the plain scrubs would have. But his mentality was ‘better to feel good on my first race than to look good’. Although his hair was still all over the place. Bundling up the outfit into a small ball John stepped back out into the evening air just in time to catch a large whiff of burning rubber as his Team Captain pealed out from her parking space. It was a harsh reminder exactly what they were all here to do, and what could happen.<br><br>Making sure all the prying eyes were glued to the racers coming up on the track, John slipped behind his car and threw open the trunk. The overhead light immediately kicked on, illuminating the large paramedic first aid kit he had borrowed from one of the ambulance guys before leaving. He tossed his scrubs to the side and unzipped the bag, retrieving a syringe from one of the sterilization kits and a small bottle of a clear substance. Roughly speaking it took a person about 5 – 20 minutes to bleed out depending on the severity, their weight, and about a thousand other factors. The track was about 13 miles long, so by his math if the racers wrecked at the very end of the track it could take him anywhere from 7-10 minutes to get there. That was of course of the police or normal paramedics didn’t arrive first.<br><br>He was filling the container behind the needle with an average persons weight of Antihemorrhagic, a substance that promotes hemostasis and stops bleeding. That should give him enough time to at least get the person out of sight if it came to it. If they were on fire, well that’s what the second syringe of morphine was prepped for shortly thereafter. <strong>“Prepping emergency tools for races I’m taking part in”</strong> chuckling beneath his breath. <strong>“If that’s just not the stupidest thing I’ve ever done”</strong> slamming the lid shut and moving back towards the crowd in search of Jamie and Jason. He caught up with his roommate, pressing through the crowd with a growing excitement. <strong>“Here we go”</strong> he mouthed to her, not wanting to yell over the roar of the fans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character - Navarro, California</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 06:55:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:59</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Race</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro let go of the events previous to the race and gripped the steering wheel, a wave of calmness washed over him as he looked at the road ahead, that was brief and it gave way to an increasing excitement. If people knew the way his mind worked during races they would probably be concerned for his safety. He lived for the risk he felt when he was driving and while winning or losing wasn't for him a matter of life and death with the way he drove it seemed like that would be the case.<br><br>He touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue and looked at the cars at the sides of him, nothing else existed at that moment other than the cars and the road, briefly he wondered how long the rush from the race would last him but he quickly pushed that thought away knowing he should focus in the present and enjoy the race for that it could give him.
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