Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco
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				Title: <strong>Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 09:04:50</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 - San Francisco</em></span><br><br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/351u4a0.jpg)<br>This board covers San Francisco, the bay area, and all other surrounding locations including the South San Francisco Airport, and the Golden Gate Bridge<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:32:40</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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>Clint was not a happy man, why the hell would anyone mess with the perfection of Burgers, Fries and a Coke? He tended to dislike the city more than he actually liked it. For some reason he was the weird one dressed in jeans, boots, a plaid cowboy shirt and his hat. His boss sent him into town to pick up a few items in his truck. Clint found a good job working for a restoration shop and his boss did not mind if he used the paint bay for his own projects from when they came up. It was the reason he didn't mind doing the older guy a few favors from time to time, besides he was on the clock. He did not like being out of the shop most of the day, it felt like a waste, but his truck was loaded down with a few vintage coke machines an other various nick-knacks he would help paint and restore that week. <br><br>"What the hell did they do to you buddy..." <br>Clint grumbled as he poked at his burger and sighed, he could not even identify half of the vegetables they had shoved into it and the cheese was some blend of stuff he had never heard of before. His fries fared better but it was not a full meal and the coke? Nope it was some Italian soda that tasted like fizzy shit. His grumbling stomach prevented any sort of hunger strike and it had cost him three times a burger and shake would cost him at In-N-out, now that was a burger place. No amount of pretending could fool his stomach, but he began swallowing it down in order to get the hell out of Dodge and on the road again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 21:21:33</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> - The Downtown Woman conveniently Downtown.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 1pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>Natalia kept her eyes over the cashier's shoulders keeping a watchful eye on her car. Even though she was in the nicer part of San Fran, she still didn't trust anyone around her car. She had invested too much money into her most prized possession and her heart lurched when she saw a figure stop by her car and admire it. Her manicured fingers clutched her shopping bag and impatiently tapped her heeled foot along the tile and when the saleswoman gave her receipt, she shoved in her bag hastily and then flew out the door. The only way anyone could she had been there was the faint scent of vanilla and strawberries from her perfume. She hurried over to her car was and then slowed her walk as she saw the figure walk away. She didn't sense a threat, yet she kept the man in her periphery. Unlocking her car, she slipped inside and then exhaled slowly.<br><br>Trust was indeed a rare thing for Natalia and she never gave it easily nor was it earned easily. She turned on her car and smiled a rather wicked smile as the engine came to life. Looking in her rearview mirror to make sure that there were no cops around or other cars and then effortless moved her car out of the parallel parking spot and zoomed down the street. She had mastered the art of driving her car and her pulse and heartbeat became in sync with the engine. If she wasn't working, she preferred to be behind the wheel and just driving. There was something calming about speeding along the streets of San Fran. She turned down a street, avoiding the fact that she had turned illegally since the light was red. She didn't want to waste time waiting to turn left, so she just did. Her eyes caught a familiar looking vehicle but she couldn't place it at the moment as she slowed down to look at it. Shrugging her shoulders, she moved down a couple of blocks and then gracefully parallel parked her car once again. She pulled out her LG Chocolate and scrolled down her contacts to see who she should call. She was feeling rather restless today and needed something to entertain her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 00:02:33</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> - Driving from the East Bay area towards his place of residence.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 1pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian Farone was in his element. He was driving on a long road that was mostly empty, out in the empty expanse that was the East Bay. He savored the speed, as he knew the traffic in San Francisco would rid him of all of this freedom. Traffic lights were a surmountable obstacle, but he had no way around the other cars that clogged the streets, especially since he wouldn't dare let one of them scratch his car and ruin its aerodynamics. He weaved around the other cars effortlessly as he accelerated and decelerated smoothly, breezing by most of the others car at a speed well above the speed limit. In a word, he was a racer.<br><br>At this particular time, he was heading back home after racing around some deserted road to the east of the Bay Area. It was good practice for him, and the empty roads allowed him to accelerate at top speed. Ever since he had been in contact with Jenna, she had showed him to some races, so he had kept in driving form. And now there was this other group that he had met with, featuring a few other people. The prospect of being in a group was interesting to him, and he had joined along with them. Turns out being in a group had some perks that beat racing alone, and he knew instantly that he wanted to have his own racing group someday, with him at the top. For now, though, he stuck with his group.<br><br>At the moment, he was going to grab some food to eat. Racing made him hungry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:22:56</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">His manor</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">11th March '06 12 pm</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Natalia</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro woke from an uneasy sleep, it wasn't usual that he slept so long, but he had a very uneasy night, it seemed like the time wouldn't pass and the minutes just dragged on, this turned into insomnia which made the night longer, so now as he woke he rushed into the bathroom as he cursed at the clock for letting it be so late and applied cold water to his face in order to wake before taking a shower.<br><br>At least he knew what was going on, he was bored, ever since he was young he got bored easily and it got worse with time, he needed risk and excitement, and if those weren't happening everything seemed to be at a standstill without moving at all. That was what he was in so many places, sponsoring drivers, driving himself, borrowing money, the rivalry with other groups, and yes even the dangerous bets, it all added up to let him exist. He wouldn't let himself try drugs because he figured that would be a trip he couldn't completely count on his skills to control, but he had to do something.<br><br>He slowly made it out of the shower and headed downstairs as he thought of getting something to eat, the prospect seemed so dull as what had happened the night before, so he reached for his phone. He eliminated the options quickly, most of the contacts he scrolled through held little to no interest at the moment, and he had no intention to bother any of his drivers. Upon seeing her name he pressed the button calling Natalia, if she was free she would be more entertaining than whatever he could create in his kitchen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 09:56:44</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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Adrian<br><hr><hr><br>What was worse than a shitty burger and soda? A shitty burger that didn't fill you up and left you hungry. Clint's day was going south quick and after paying for the unsatisfying meal he made his way out the eatery just as one hell of a ride pulled up next to his. He had only seen old ass men ride cars like that, the type of drivers who never took a car like that our of third gear. Clint was not one to judge, but he figured the kid inside had to be some rich kid with one hell of a trust fund. Cowboy whistled at the car, his trained eyes looking over the paint and assumed it was stock. Stock was an unfair word for high caliber cars, not much you could do to a car that was already tuned to perfection. <br><br>"Nice ride, that has to be the best pick up line in the city." Clint joked with the complete stranger before he gestured towards the burger place. "If I were you, I would go somewhere else to eat, the food here sucks." He recommended after he casually leaned against the hood of his truck and made conversation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 19:13:35</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> - South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 1pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian had been racing his way back home when he saw a line of restaurants. He had been to most of the ones there, and figured he'd stop to eat before going home, probably to work on his car. He pulled up to some random eatery, which happened to be one of the ones he hadn't been to before. He eased his car into the parking spot, getting out of his car and locking it as he did so. He noticed a man watching him, one that he could only describe as a cowboy. He heard his whistle and smiled. Most people complimented his car, it was quite eye-catching.<br><br>He nodded his head to the compliment, then stopped as he heard the stranger's advice. "All of the food?" he said, with a smile. "Surely they must have something worth eating in there." he said to the cowboy. He looked over at the cowboy's own ride, and noticed the loaded pickup truck. "That's quite a cargo you have there yourself, Cowboy." he said, gesturing to all of the things in his truck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 21:42:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2zhgtx1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Natalia</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - In her car near an eatery in Downtown San Fran.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 1pm-ish.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro<br><hr><hr><br>Her phone rang and a little smile crept along her lips as Pietro's face showed up on her screen. She clicked the green button on her phone and said hello. If anyone had looked in her car, it would have seemed as if she was talking to a long lost friend from the way she was gesturing and laughing. Being Italian, she always talked with her hands. It was the way of life. She agreed to meet Pietro's at his place for lunch and hung up the phone. She slid her phone into the console of her car and then pulled out of the space, deciding that lunch with her business partner would do better than to go and buy more clothes. Besides, the thought of getting money out of him was very appealing to her.<br><br>She heard a honk behind her and rolling down her window, she gave the other driver the bird and sped down the street. She didn't need directions to his house since she had been there so many times. She usually liked to conduct business at a neutral place or her office but Pietro decided to do business at his house. She didn't blame him since he had a nice house. To her it seemed he flaunted money but hey, it gave him a lot more money. People with money liked other people with money. She chuckled at that thought and pulled into his driveway. It hadn't taken long since she pushed the speed limits. <br><br>She sauntered up to his door after turning off her car and she rapped her knuckles along the door. He had a doorbell but she preferred to knock. She waited, bracing one hand against the the trim of the door, her swanky t-shirt riding up her stomach just a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 22:33:59</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">His manor</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">11th March '06 after 1 pm</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Natalia</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>Pietro was ready when she showed, just barely since she had made it there so fast. He had changed and while he wasn't wearing a full suit, all he had really let go off was the jacket. He had a very limited amount of people working at his house and he believed in letting them do their work and then lettime them go to do their things, it didn't bother him that they could have a lot of time off as longs as things were ready when he needed them such as the food on the table; so when he heard the knock he went to the door himself and opened it.<br><br>"It's very nice to see you Natalia" he took her hand as a way of inviting her in "You are looking well as usual. Please step this way." he pointed even if it wasn't necessary it wasn't the first or any of the firsts times she had been at his house. "You made it fast, were you nearby?" the way she drove she would have gotten there fast had she been across the town but he was curious about her answer as he spoke they headed towards the table were he pulled a chair out for her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 00:20:05</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/I0OM5Pb.jpg{I would suggest using a picture of your characters face, a full body shot will not be very well defined})</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Aurora Lee</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Central Waterfront (http://goo.gl/maps/cKmRZ), San Francisco<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Early afternoon<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>The dockworker Aurora had been introduced to earlier flashed her a smile and lead her through the maze of containers. She paid no particular attention to the man, whom she had caught stealing some glances earlier. She had shrugged it off as she usually did. If the man had no <em>ride</em>, he wasn't worth paying attention. There was one thing that man had on him that interested her though, access to one of the containers. They had stopped at a rusty looking grey container sporting a large MAERSK SEALAND logo on its side. The dockworker unlocked the doors, revealing Aurora's newest acquisition. She licked her lips as she man quickly went about undoing the hooks that held the car in place. It was still wrapped in plastic in order to provide protection from dust and whatever else came could dirty the paint job. Aurora assisted the man in gently removing the plastic. That feeling, just like being a kid unwrapping Christmas gifts. After having pushed the car out of the container and onto the tarmac, Aurora allowed herself to return a smile at the dockworker, who immediately winked back. Her attention was entirely focused on her new ride though. <br><br>She eyed the gear stick suspiciously for a moment after she got in. She was a little disappointed that she hadn't been graced with a fully manual gearbox until she noticed it was in fact semi-automatic. That she could live with and it was probably even better for racing. After driving around the docks for a few moments, Aurora took her newly acquired BMW to the road and left the city port. Once on the inner city highway, she tried accelerating a few times, grinning widely at music that was the sound of the engine. No fancy exhaust with sound modifications, but the raw induction noise. The sound from the straight six engine had only better sound well though, as the car completely lacked a stereo. That's something she'd have to work on later, Aurora thought. As she was toying with the buttons on the dashboard and the steering wheel, she finally found the grand prize; it has a paddle shift system! She'd seen them before in very expensive Italian super cars and of course rally vehicles and so on, but she'd never actually driven with them. She'd take a good look at them after she got to her garage.<br><br>Aurora stepped on the gas a few more times, revving the engine to well over 7000 RPM. The noise was pure heaven for a petrol head like her, but she she also really wanted to take a better look under the hood. With that thought, she made her way to her garage. She made sure to lock the metallic silver M3 CSL, even though it only took her a few moments to open the garage, unlock the doors and welcome her new baby to its new home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 09:28:47</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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Adrian<br><hr><hr><br>Clint lifted a leg and hooked a heel it into his tire, leaning against his truck. He wondered how his new car would stack up against the super car, it was something worth looking into the future that as for sure. Just thinking of his car hiding in the garage had him yearning to go for a drive. Cowboy was long overdue a weekend on the track, the only way he practiced as he still need to adjust from his former FWD driving to the AWD traction beast of a car. <strong>"You don't have to go sniffing every stall to know the stable smells like shit."</strong> He replied with his Texan drawl, sometimes he could never stop himself from sharing some of that good ol country wisdom his father had infused into him as a boy. <br><br>He looked over to his loaded truck and then back to the driver of the car. <strong>"Keeps me busy in between the cattle wrangling and rodeos."</strong> Cowboy exaggerated with a smile as he stepped towards the guy and stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake hands. <strong>"Clint Forge, but people know be better as Cowboy." </strong>He formerly introduced himself before he offered the guy a business card. <strong>"In case you ever want to give that beast a fresh coat." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 22:23:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zg57pd.png)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Miyo Kobayashi</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Aurora Lee's residence<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 03,11,06 mid-late afternoon<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Aurora Lee<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>It was a strange day. Men treated a girl differently when she was capable. The urge to be helpless and cared for had been drawn out for Jenna at a young age. So, she had struggled with this mentality most of her life. These days, everything seemed to be about cars. She had the self-awareness to notice the differences of response that others would give her, and it varied depending on the car that she drove much more than the way that her dress fit her waist and her thighs. This division had only made life harder for Jenna, the burden of choice befell her mind. She could be anyone she wanted, and that fact made the whole experience feel cheap. This was magnified, for Jenna had chosen to be the weak little girl most of her life, and she didn't like how it felt when she took her S2000 outside. She preferred the fragility of her Toyota, and up until recently she had taken it all over California.<br><br>Today. She wanted to drive. So, the tires of a cherry red S2000, soft top convertible scratched the pavement outside of Aurora's small garage with some loose gravel. The engine slid into neutral and the engine revved into the red once or twice. The high-pitched sound of an upset little Honda barked at the front door. Slowly, the car came to a stop outside, only feet from the concealed BMW. Jenna cut the engine and looked up at the sky. It was a cool day, but it was a sunny day, and she nodded slightly in relief, she wouldn't have to close the top of the car. She tapped her horn once, as if the rev of the engine hadn't announced her presence, and she lifted her feet up to the seat, setting herself down on the back of the car, her ass in between the tops of the bucket seats. From her fingertips dangled a wheat-grass infused kiwi drink in a translucent plastic cup. 'So metro,' she whispered to herself as she took a drink, waiting for Aurora to come outside.<br><br>She had jean shorts on, longer than the kind that most girls would wear, they had been cut off and they clung down to the middle of her thigh, she had a bathing suit top on above that and a soft, pale neon yellow blouse to cover her midriff. Her hair was loose and hanging over her face, she tried her best to keep her bangs in order, but they always seemed to be one inch too far to the left or right, or too long. Jenna never cut them too short, it was a pet peeve. If the fresh'n'clean Honda S2000 didn't make her feel confident enough, Jenna also had black driving gloves, and a pair of New-balance yellow and white lace up tennis-shoes. (http://i49.tinypic.com/33w5q9c.jpg) Her white ankle socks were sticking out almost four inches. <br><br>She couldn't explain herself at all. She had stopped trying on the way over, when the engine had dominated her focus. She took another sip of her kiwi drink. Her right foot was still plodding at a phantom gas pedal, twisting to the side, and tensing indiscriminately. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 04:36:51</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> - South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 1pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian chuckled at the man's easy banter, and turned to face the man more fully. He noticed the glance that Clint had towards his car, and immediately gleaned that Clint knew something about cars. Well, something more than the ordinary fan. Ordinary people swooned over fancy cars the moment they saw them, and his car had gotten him admission into quite a few places.<br><br>Adrian took a step forward and took the man's hand, giving it a brief shake. "Adrian Farone, better known by the car I drive." Adrian took the card from the man, understanding his glance at Adrian's car. "Ah, so you do know something about cars." he said. He turned to face his car and took a step back, now standing next to Clint. "What kind of paint job would you recommend for that ride?" Adrian asked him, wondering what he would suggest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:17:45</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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>With the introductions made and his card in a possible client's pocket he took a few steps to the front of the car, then back to the driver. "Well for a car like this, I don't think you need any more flash. My specialty is pearlescent paint, heard of it? The color changes depending at the light and angle you see it, black to purple and blue, that is one of the examples. Or if you like the color, just repaint it the same but metallic, it gives the car a shine no wax job can create." Cowboy let his own expertise shine through for a bit, he was like an artist but he didn't look at the car through his thumb or anything silly like that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 04:22:16</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> - South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 (approx 1pm).<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>"It does have plenty of flash on its own." he nodded, wondering what came next. He was intrigued by what followed. "I haven't heard of pearlescent paint. Sounds... shiny, though. I think I could go for some metallic paint. You know what, you might see me around sometime." He pocketed the card, satisfied that this cowboy did indeed know what he was talking about. He was rather impressed actually, and was highly considering getting a paint job. "How long would you say that this paint would last, under some high speeds?" Adrian asked, always the consummate racer. He wasn't sure whether his paint was meant for ordinary cars or for racing. He didn't want it to start peeling off and look ugly just as he made a grand finish to win a race, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 19:50:01</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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Hondas2000_zpse8cde451.jpg)</div>"That depends on you partner, my paint is good but it don't like concrete dividers or other cars." He joked with a growing smile and a gentle ribbing at the Adrian's sides. "I have a folder full of pictures of my work normally, but I left it back at this garage I work out of...let me see what I can find." Cowboy excused himself as he moved to his truck and checked inside the cab. Luckily he had developed a new roll of film, most of them had been of him and Jason's crew at the Sunday BBQ but he did take a few shots of his latest job for a local street racer named "Lee". <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/20688479509473182_TGwDJb04_c_zpsa626ba9f.jpg)</div>"Here we go, I did this about two weeks back, he is a local racer. You might catch him down by the pier on the weekends, it's were some of them like to hang out." Clint handed the pictures over for Adrian to look. He thought he pulled most of the pictures of Jason's crew out, but one of Blaire had gone unnoticed until Adrian would stumble onto it. The picture didn't reveal anything, it was just Blaire in one of her very flirty poses and smirks. Clint did not recall taking that picture but he figured she and Jamie had gotten their hands on the camera before he took the pictures in to develop. <br><br>"Cutie not included." Clint chuckled again and took the picture, tucking it away in his shirt pocket. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 22:08:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><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> - Pietro's Manor<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11 March 06 Early Afternoon.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Pietro.<br><hr><hr><br>"Now, now. A lady never tells her secrets." She teased him and then sat down in the offered chair. She crossed her long legs and draped an arm over the back of her chair. She studied Pietro for a moment and then she smiled. "So, why did you invite me here today? Do you need more money?" She chuckled and the leaned forward, a slender eyebrow raising upwards. She had done business with Pietro enough to know when something was on his mind whenever he called her out of the blue. She crossed her arms and peered at him rather intently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 22:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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">His manor</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">11th March '06 after 1 pm</span> -<br><span class="bbc_u">Natalia</span> -<br><hr><hr><br>"Didn't know it was a secret, now you have me wondering." He studied all of her movements much like she did with his, it was as if they were always sizing each other up, business aside she was a very nice subject of study, and without putting it aside she was capable enough to be a good partner and too dangerous to leave alone without&nbsp; proper checks.<br><br>As she spoke he smiled and played briefly with the cuff of his black shirt, while keeping his eyes on hers.<br><br>"Not money, or no need at least, luckily my finances are going smoothly for now. I'll be honest though, I didn't like the idea of eating alone, and there is too much time until the next... big event... and I felt that maybe we could take advantage of all that time and arrange things beforehand this time." He moved his chair a little closer and leaned towards her.<br><br>"Will you care to bet against me again Natalia? I'm craving some excitement and was hoping you would indulge me"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 06:15:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> - South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 (approx 1pm).<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Clint<br><hr><hr><br>Adrian took the folder of pictures, glad for some sample work to see. Adrian never really trusted people at what they said without some proof. This car seemed to have a pretty solid job done on it, though, and Adrian was impressed as he flipped through the pictures. He stumbled across a picture of a girl in a flirty pose, who he recognized to be Blaire, "She sure gets around, huh?" he said, as he passed the picture back to Clint, then resumed flipping through his sample pictures without any indication that that picture had been in there at all. He was intently thinking of how much fancier his car might look, and he didn't want to be interrupted at the moment. He was sure he would see her later, anyway.<br><br>"This is pretty good." he said, as he handed the pictures back to Clint. "Not bad for a cowboy. Mind if I swing by sometime to see your workshop?" he asked. He didn't like leaving his car alone with people, or taking it to random workshops. It was a valuable car, after all. He figured he might go to the docks and check out this local racer and see if his car looked as good on the road as it did on those pictures.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 18:19:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open<br><hr><hr><br>Clint had been raised to keep quiet if one couldn't say something nice, a lesson instilled by him by his mother. He knew Blaire was no angel, he had no disillusion that they were a couple and for that Adrian Farone was a lucky man or he would have broken a cardinal rule, don't mess with a Texan. The cowboy hat was readjusted as his stoic poker countenance spread across his face. <br><br>"Yea, just call me up or radio me, both are there. I got to get back to work and I'll let you get back to your lunch." The cowboy agreed as he waited to get back his pictures. A handshake was offered before he said his goodbyes and returned to his truck. Social distortion, one of his favorite bands, &nbsp;(http://grooveshark.com/s/Nickels+And+Dimes/2LIc5w?src=5) rumbled in the cab from its upgraded sound system as the loud modified rumble of his engine came to life. The truck was not meant for speed, but it could rally in the dirt and mud and had in the past. <br><br>With a tip of his hat, Clint pulled out and drove off towards in-and-out then to work! <br><br><em>-Exit scene for Clint- </em><br>
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