Burnout: The Streets
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				Title: <strong>Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 22:12:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/nYTJZBp.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>What would normally have been a completely dead and silent corner of the industrial district on a Saturday night was packed with over one hundred cars and buzzing with activity. Amateurs and enthusiasts from all over the city had gathered to participate in and watch the races, news about the event having spread like wildfire through the underground racing scene over the past couple of weeks. While not a huge, premier event with a huge prize pool that would attract the city's more renown racers with their exotics and built-to-the-teeth modified machines, it was still noticeably bigger and more organized than the average weekend race that the crew attended in their neighborhood.<br><br>Fortunately, Jason and Star were pretty well acquainted with the people running the event, so they'd managed to snag half of the available spots in the main event for themselves and their friends. It was a pretty big deal, since this would likely be a bigger and more serious race than any of them had participated in before. The buy-in for racers was one hundred dollars, and five per spectator, with the winner pocketing two grand. Everybody else would go home empty-handed. <br><br>The money would be nice for whoever would end up taking it home, obviously, but the street cred gained would be worth even more. A win or at the very least a spectacular showing here could get somebody noticed and help to propel them into even bigger events, although of course there was always the risk of moving up too quickly, too soon and falling flat on your face. Or wrapping your car around a light pole.<br><br>When the crew arrived together in a convoy of eight cars, tires could already be heard screaming as one of the numerous preliminary races got underway. These were basically just open challenges that could be agreed upon between anyone who wanted to test themselves and put some money on the line, only a single lap as opposed to the three that the main race would comprise of. A tall, pretty brunette in high heels, a short skirt and holding a small checkered flag could be seen walking away from the starting line, faint puffs of smoke left by the departed cars surrounding her like an aura.<br><br>Heat 1 was supposed to start in around fifteen minutes, so Marcellus would be up next after this final preliminary race was concluded. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Track and Heat Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/cfvgy3L.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 1</strong></span><br>Marcellus<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 2</strong></span><br>Clint<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 3</strong></span><br>Star<br>Blake<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 4</strong></span><br>Adriano<br>Juliana<br>Jason<br>Demi</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 15:53:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St and 1st Ave<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Open<br><hr><br>Marcellus sat with on the hood of his Prelude, feet placed firmly on the ground as he scanned the street, waiting for his heat to begin. He absolutely hated being in the first heat, he would much rather let some of the other housemates race first unfortunately for him, at this level, they didn’t really have much say in how things happened. His dark hues scanned the streets, looking at the other people who were in his heat. Eventually, he decided that he only needed to see them when they lined up on the spray painted starting line. Marc was pumped, two thousand dollars would be extremely helpful for the struggling college student so he needed to win tonight. Even if he didn’t hopefully he would make a good enough showing so that he would be invited back, along with the other housemates, to events like this in the future.<br><br>Those in charge of the race had told everyone to line up according to their heats, down 11th St so the closest housemate to him was Clint. Marcellus knew he had a few minutes until they had to start the race so he made his way over to his friend, <strong>“Hey Cowboy.” </strong>He greeted him with a slight punch against the arm, <strong>“You ready?”</strong> He smiled some, shifting his eyes down the line to his other roommates who were chatting amongst themselves, especially in Heat 4. Somewhere deep down, he wanted to be in Heat 4, there was something comforting about racing with his housemates. On the other hand, racing in Heat 1 allowed other people who only knew him as Star and Jason’s roommate to focus on his driving, it gave him a chance to stand out.<br><br>Marc hadn’t been standing with Clint long when he heard them calling for those racers in Heat 1 to line up on the starting line to prepare to race and pay their one hundred dollar entrance fee. Marcellus tapped the cash in his pocket as he made his way back to his Prelude and said a little prayer, if he couldn’t win tonight we asked that he, at the very least, not die. His right hand pushed the key into the ignition and flipped it over, the car roared to life causing other people to do the same. He was happy that he was the first car on the line and pulled up so that he could be on the inside of turn one and two. He guessed that if he could make it through the first three turns with a good place he would be able to get into third and fourth which were his power gears, and be able to make a good showing out of the race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 02:11:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Around the starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Marcellus, Blake<br><br><hr><br>While some of the crew were discussing the heat groupings that they'd just found out about upon arriving at the race location, Star was busy trying to scope out who Marcellus would be going up again. She didn't know every single person in Tampa's underground racing scene by name, of course, but she knew at least a large portion of them by their cars, so she checked to see if she was familiar with any of them.<br><br>There was a dirty, mostly white Civic EK9 with several body panels in different colors that Star didn't recognize, that one could be anything. Either a total piece of trash or a dangerous sleeper that was all go and no show. Luckily, she at least recognized the other two, so she hurried over to Marcellus' driver side window and knocked for him to roll it down after he'd gotten into position on the starting line. Purposely, she leaned over almost a full ninety degrees and rested her forearms flat on the Prelude's window sill, giving the assembled crowd a little show as the back of her leggings crept down slightly, exposing the top of her pink g-string.<br><br>"Yo, listen up. The guy in the mustang is okay, nothing too special, but the guy with the Z is a pussy. Just go aggressive on his ass, he'll back down for sure," Star counseled. The Z that she was referring to was a copper 350Z with an extravagant body kit and somewhat expensive wheels, and she knew that the owner always raced as if he was scared of getting even a slight scratch on it. The mustang was just a boring old 2001, nothing that Marcellus couldn't handle if he was on his game. "Kay, make me proud, don't suck," she added before pushing herself up from the window and giving the door a tap for encouragement.<br><br>Star went over to stand next to Blake as she rejoined the others. "I hope you don't hate me again after tonight," she said semi-jokingly as she shot her friend a sideways glance with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 19:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Wearing a pair of high-waisted, black, faux leather shorts (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg), a cropped, blue, vest T-shirt with 'GEEK' written on the front in white outlined text, flat, studded boots (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg) and a bright blue beanie to match her shirt.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Next to her car parked at the side of the road, a few feet away from the finish line.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Star, OPEN.<br><hr><br>The atmosphere was buzzing and Blake couldn't hide her excitement; her dark eyes were unusually lite up and her lips had an eager smirk playing on them. Her body language was also a little different, she was currently leaning onto the roof of her car, pressed up onto her tiptoes so she could fold her arms across the shiny surface. Her face was turned towards the finish line, where she could briefly see Marcellus and Star conversing, but there were so many people between them that it was hard to keep focused on her housemates. She caught eyes wandering every few occasions, though instead of following the people she was following the cars. Blake loved seeing the different cars but unfortunately nice cars usually lead to some forward asshole looking to impress a girl or five with his motor. She'd met her fair share of assholes in the bar and involving herself in the racing scene also seemed to group her in with <em>those</em> people as well. <br><br>Blake let out a small sigh and turned against her car, her feet now flat against the ground as she looked out in front of her. Her hands moved to play with her hair for a moment as her smirk faded, only to lower them quickly after pulling strands over her shoulders. Her tongue darted out for a moment to wet her bottom lip, watching a bright Subaru drive past her with a raised eyebrow. As the car passed, Blake caught something in the corner of her eye and she turned her head to catch Star heading over towards her. She gave raised a hand to give her a friendly wave before the younger girl had made her way over towards her. When Star did reach her destination and opened her mouth to speak, Blake let a small grin pull at her features playfully. <strong>"I think you mean you don't hate me again, Star. Y'know, when I win." Her grin only grew and though there was a hint of seriousness to her, the shorter female was mostly joking; if you couldn't piss around with your opponents, who could you piss around with? <strong>"But really. Good luck. I'm looking forward to racing you."</strong> While the statement was true, Blake couldn't be held responsible for her actions if she lost, though she doubt she would take it out on Star...or at least she'd try not to. Self restraint wasn't one of her stronger points.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 20:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Star, Blake, OPEN<hr><br>The drive to the race was pretty tame, though Juliana felt like a bad ass getting there listening to her chilled out EDM while in a convoy of cars. Occasionally some of the crew broke up due to traffic stops and such, many of those times done on purpose thanks to some pranksters reading the timing of the lights but all in all, it was a smooth ride down in her opinion.<br><br>Once at the race, they had figured out who was going to be racing who and when they would do it. After the calling of the third heat, it became apparent to her that she would be racing against Jason, Demi and Adriano without any goofs from outside of the household. It was kind of good in the sense that there was going to be at least one person from the group in the final race but her ultimate concern is that she didn't have much room for error in her bet with Adriano if he's in the same heat!<br><br>She pondered her position for a bit, only coming back to reality when Star had come back from 'coaching' Marc and cracked jokes with Blake. Those two were in a heat of their own with two other racers she didn't really know. If those two could keep their cool racing each other, then perhaps Juliana could do the same racing three of her friends at once. Hopefully.<br><br>"<strong>Well, at least you don't have to worry about pissing off three of your friends in one shot!</strong>" Juliana chimed in to the conversation between Star and Blake when their good lucks were given. "<strong>Oh, man. Blake should totally just mess around with Star so Clint finishes higher and we get to see her walk around the kitchen naked. That'd be sweet.<strong>"</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 20:37:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch, Black Jeans, Citrus 9’s<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting Line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Star<br><hr><br>Marcellus pulled up to the starting line confidently with a confident smirk upon his face as he soaked in the excitement of the first heat of the race. His focus was broken as Star tapped on his window, which kind of shocked him but he rolled the window down and looked up from his low car with a little smile on his face. He couldn’t help but take a healthy, harmless, look down her shirt before shifting up to her face. Her words were received with the most seriousness possible. <br><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">“The guy in the mustang is okay, nothing too special, but the guy with the Z is a pussy. Just go aggressive on his ass, he'll back down for sure,"</span></span><br><br>He leaned back a little and looked to his left at the cars, The Z she was referring to had lined up directly beside Marcellus and was currently getting more than an eyeful of Star. <strong>“Be aggressive. Right. Thanks pimp.”</strong> He said after she told him not to suck. <strong><em> I’ll try </em></strong> he thought as he let the window back up.&nbsp; His eyes then shifted to the tall brunette who was apparently in charge of starting the races. Marc had been watching her when she did the preliminary races and noticed she had a small tick just before she dropped her arms to signify the start of the race. She would poke her hip out to the left just slightly, Marcellus hoped that it would give him a little edge when it came to getting off the line.<br><br>The brunette walked across the front Marcellus’ car, dragging her flag across his hood and he responded by revving the engine. They connected eyes for a moment and he winked at her which she returned before moving on to the next car. He would say a quick prayer, asking simply for protection before he opened his eyes again and focused on the brunette. A moment later her arms were up, Marcellus and the other racers began to give their cars some gas, waiting to pull off the clutch and in response the crowd erupted into cheers of excitement and encouragement.<br><br>Marcellus watched as her arms began to fall and he came off the clutch, pushing down on the gas harder as his car sprung forward. As expected, the 350Z pulled out ahead of the crowd followed by Marcellus and the Honda that Star didn’t know about. The first lap was pretty uneventful, the Mustang and the Honda switched places once but essentially, they went through the lap without any real excitement.&nbsp; When they hit the first turn for the second lap, Marcellus checked his rearview mirror, to find the EK9 tight on his ass. Marcellus held off on braking so that he could get tight on the 350Z. It scared him a little but the result was great for him. Clearly, he had spooked the driver of the 350Z who chose not to take the next turn as tightly giving the two Honda drivers a chance to close the gap. The same thing happened in turn two, placing Marcellus beside the 350Z and also giving the EK9 an opportunity to put some pressure on Z who was trying to use his low end power to keep the small lead. They stayed into this position until they went around corner four where the horsepower became a little more important that torque. Marcellus stayed in the wake of the Z while the Civic made his move and jumped out from behind him. <br><br><strong>“Fuck!” </strong>He yelled as he pushed his engine into third gear, one of the gears he considered his power gears and hoped that the well tuned engine would respond. It did. But so did the engine under that Honda Civic. When they ran around turn eight, the two Honda’s had separated from the other drivers just slightly with their separation growing by the second, the two VTECs putting on a good show. There was only one lap to go, Marcellus had to put out if he was going to make this happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 00:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Streets then parked alongside a bunch of other race cars<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Demi had almost been late. True to form she had been out running right up until the last minute. All she had time for was a quick cold shower then dress and run. It wasn't the most fashionable ensemble but Florida nights in the summer could be hot and sticky so the tiny skirt, sans top, and little racing jacket seemed like enough to her. She kept the jacket unzipped or mostly unzipped - it covered enough and let enough show to distract people.<br><br>Traffic was fun, Demi kept pace running hard as she dodged and weaved between cars. No letting up, no backing down, every stop light became a starting line for her. The twin turbo all wheel drive three hundred and thirty horsepower car left everyone in it's wake. A smarmy looking guy in a Porsche 911 turbo looked into her car. She smiled and waggled her eyebrows at him. Her window slid down and so did his. <br><br>Demi said, "Nice car." <br><br>He replied the same but added, "What's a little thing like you doing driving a muscle car like that for?"<br><br>She smiled and looked his shiny Porshe up and down. "I race it." She opened up her jacket a little and saw him leer lustfully. "Beat me to the next light and I'll let you get a better look... at the car."<br><br>He laughed at her and nodded. Demi's window went up. The light turned green...<br><br>The gears flowed as the engine roared to life. Stepping on the gas was like willing the car to move forward, the harder she pressed on it the further and faster the car went. The acceleration threw her back into the seat as she pulled and pushed on the shifter. The little rpm gauge bobbed in sync to the shifting. The Porsche was some where behind her. <br><br>With an arm stuck out the window she waved back at the Porsche behind and she turned down the road. <br><br>A few blocks later she came on the scene. Cars were lined up, people mulled about, admired the cars, and music played. It was like a scene from a movie. Her car glided along the rows until she found a spot. As usual Demi was oblivious to whether she should park there or not and paid no attention to the people around.. she just found an empty hole and parked in it.<br><br>Her long leg glided out of the car first and the rest of her trashy little outfit followed. The skirt raised up enough to give anyone nearby a good view of her girl parts until she stood and smoothed it back into place. The micro-mini barely leaving anything to the imagination even when pushed back into place. Her jacket hung loose so the shape, form, and inside of her breasts were fully exposed. Demi leaned back on the car and smiled as somewhere nearby she heard dance music playing. Her body shivered with the pent up urge to dance but she fought it and was satisfied to lean back on the car and absorb the sounds. Her eyes closed behind the purple tinted aviator shades.<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>*edit to fix a broken link*</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 09:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Marcellus, Juliana, Star, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano literally ran back in near the starting line, joining the other housemates who were standing around, waiting for the race to start. He had just come in from his pre-race sprint, building up some adrenaline and sweat. He was in his running clothes, which was how he usually raced too. Others wore biker clothing or something more suited to street racing, but not him. Well, not before an important race like this, where he liked to warm up beforehand. Racing was a sport after all, so he wore his sports outfit.<br><br>As he joined the group, he reflected on how nice it was to have a group like this to go to at racing events. One that could give tips, as he had seen Star give Marcellus a while ago. That was especially useful to him, since he hadn't been in the racing scene for too long. "You get 'em Marcellus!" he shouted out, as Star walked back from Marcellus' car, since the race was about to start. He noticed the banter going on between Star and Blake, but decided not to intervene, giving how high everyone's intensity level was right now. He did try to lighten the mood, though. "That would be sweet." he said, in response to Juliana's comment, "But not nearly as sweet as having naked pictures of Juliana. Hey Star, if you give me some tips to beat her I'll give you a picture or two." he said, jokingly.<br><br>As the race started, he saw Marcellus fly off. "Damn, look at them go." he said, as he watched intently until they all turned out of sight. It was kind of frustrating to not be able to watch the whole thing, as if it was on TV or something. He'd have to settle for waiting to see who came down the finishing straightaway. He didn't think they would have to wait long, though, given how fast they had taken off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 22:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Blue Levis boot cut Jeans, Black cowboyboots, White cowboy button down shirt, Stetson <br><strong>Location</strong>: Near starting line, waiting for Heat 2 <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Heat 2, making note of his roommates <br><strong>Listening</strong> Country music coming out from his own sound system <br><hr><br>Clint was used too the stares that followed him when he stepped out of his 240sx. He was the last person the gathered racers imagined stepping out. With his Stetson in hand, he slid out of the driver's side and placed his hat on his head. His long hair had was tied back in a knot which was covered by his hat. He was still new to this entire scene and area, but a few faces were familiar. Clint had worked with some of these people and word of mouth was spreading about his skill with a brush or body kit. <br><br>It did not take long for the housemates to branch off and do their own thing. Clint pulled a spot in the second heat and he stayed close to the starting line. He nodded at Marcellus as he moved up for his race with a few other racers. The cowboy made sure to grin and wink at Star, the bet between them had already spread throughout the house. A few guys and some girls, all part of the scene came up. Some where interested in the car, the ladies in the out of place cowboy but it was like any other race night in any other city. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 23:58:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 1 Results</strong></span></span></div><br>The 350Z's driver was clearly flustered when he lost his position to the two Civics, but soon he had another problem as the Mustang came up on him too. Unwilling to fall to last place after having lead for most of the race, the guy in the Z pushed his car harder than ever before on the straight towards the finish line at the end of the second lap, and he did start to pull away from the 'Stang...right up until his engine blew out just a couple of hundred feet away from the line.<br><br>The crowd went silent as they heard the loud bang followed by some awful metallic clanking sounds that would make any car enthusiast feel a pang of pain in their hearts, but within a second or two almost everyone erupted in a loud cheer, remembering their love for destruction. The Mustang easily zoomed by into third place while the Z pulled over on the side of the road, but the real battle was happening between the two Hondas further up ahead.<br><br>The EK9 managed to edge out Marcellus' Prelude at the end of the long straightaway, capturing the inside of the corner on 1st and 9th and therefor the lead as he came out of the corner ahead of his competitor, but Marcellus wouldn't be so easily defeated. He remained aggressive and made calculated attempts to overtake on two of the following corners only to be thwarted each time, but the pressure that he was applying paid off and the Civic driver eventually faltered.<br><br>He was slightly off in his shift from 2nd to third on the second to last straight while Marcellus was perfectly clean and precise with his own, and that was all he needed to speed past the EK9. From there, it was only a matter of holding on to his lead for the final turn and straight, which he did, crossing the finish line first while the people gathered on either side of the street cheered and hollered. <br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Final Standings</strong></span><br><br>1st- Prelude (Mercellus)<br>2nd- EK9 Civic<br>3rd- Mustang<br>4th- 350Z 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 00:54:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Around the starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Juliana, Adriano, Demi<br><br><hr><br>Star sighed with fake resignation when Blake wished her luck for their race, putting her arm around the slightly shorter girl's neck and over her shoulder while replying with a "You too." Truthfully, she did really hope that Blake did well. Not just because they were friends, although that was definitely part of it, but also because even though she hated losing, she also wanted to win with her opponents being at their best. Not because of mechanical problems or some freak accident. Of course, she'd still take those wins too if she absolutely <em>had</em> to.<br><br>"You obviously don't know this bitch well enough if you think she'd hurt her chances just to bring me down with her!" Star replied back to Jules, shaking Blake slightly while she did so.<br><br>But then her high spirits were dampened somewhat when Adriano chimed in. <em>What the hell do you mean not even nearly as sweet? WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME!?</em> Star didn't really know what to say, so she just faked a laugh and luckily the race started right about then, providing her with a distraction.<br><br>After the start, she happened to notice Demi who'd recently arrived as well, and was looking positively hot enough to fuck. Letting go of Blake, Star slipped away and headed over to sit with Demi instead. At least <em>she</em> wasn't a dick like Adriano and they always had fun together. "Oh my god, you don't know how jealous I am of your outfit right now!" Star exclaimed, scooting over close enough to Demi so that their arms and legs were touching. "Is it wrong if I want to poor a milkshake over your boobs?" Turning her head, she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring intently at the blonde's impressive cleavage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>02-09-2013, 03:44:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: White Slim-zip hoodie (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/671051146/Fashion-Men-s-Slim-Fit-Sexy-Top-Designed-Hoody-Coats-Jackets-M-L-XL-XXL.jpg), dark denim jeans (http://www.healthupgraders.com/images/truereligion/tr-bootcut-jeans-21_2.jpg), a pair of yellow mirror aviators (http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/muoGevJhELSbWGPylz6D_mg.jpg).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Streets &gt; Starting Line Area<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open. <strong>Star.</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was very out of the ordinary, but Jason was actually the last of the group to show up on scene. Most of the good spots were taken, so he'd found himself a parking spot on the other side of the street behind the first row of cars. He'd at least picked a place where there was a wide gap between two cars so he could get out to the starting line when it came time for his heat to finally line up. Hopefully some of the cars parked in front of him were racing ahead of him, opening him a path to get in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He had pulled up just as the first heat had launched off. By the time he'd gotten out of his car, locked it, and weaved his way up through the crowd at the starting line - the first heat of cars was already down the track. Clint was unmistakable in his Stetson and country attire - Jason jogged across the raceway over in his general area, where the rest of the group had essentially gathered.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Most of them were joking lightly about events and bets from earlier in the day. Jason didn't really say much, he was just very quiet - as he always was when a race was imminent. He might even seem too serious compared to most other racers that would be competing, but that was the norm for Jay. He lifted his hand in a simple open-palm wave. It almost looked the same as if someone was putting up a hand to signal wait or hold on - but that was just a normal greeting for him also.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He didn't offer any immediate explanation for why he was late, he just eased himself into the conversation; but not completely in. <strong>"This has the makings of an interesting night."</strong> His observation was pretty general and not directed at any one individual. It was open for anyone to respond to really. He crossed his arms and further surveyed the racing scene, checking out who was present and who wasn't of outside racers (anyone not in their little eight-pack). <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He nodded towards Star <strong>"Marc up against anyone noteworthy?"</strong> he asked, since he hadn't caught a good look at the cars after they'd taken off. It was almost a needless question as the cars were making it back around to the starting line. Jason heard the bang as something under the hood of the 350Z buckled. He winced - as any sound like that made him feel bad for the vehicle, but that wince disappeared quickly. It had good implications for Marcellus - which made Jason happy.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 01:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Streets then parked alongside a bunch of other race cars<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Jason<br><hr><br>Demi gave Marcellus a cheer and thumbs up when his race started, even though she wasn't sure if he'd see her or not in the crowds. It was all good to her. She just wanted to give a show of solidarity. <br><br>That's about the time that Star came over and leaned up against the car with her. Their warm bodies touched one another. She smiled at the pink haired knockout. <strong>"Sup,"</strong> Demi said.<br><br><em> "Oh my god, you don't know how jealous I am of your outfit right now!" Star exclaimed, scooting over close enough to Demi so that their arms and legs were touching. "Is it wrong if I want to poor a milkshake over your boobs?" Turning her head, Star made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring intently at Demi's impressive cleavage.</em><br><br>She rubbed her shoulder up against Star and smiled from behind her shades. Demi said, <strong>"My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard."</strong> She laughed at herself, slender shoulders shaking and the loose coat opening up enough to let Star get a good view inside of it. <strong>"You know you don't ever have to ask. You want a taste all you gotta do is take it."</strong> She lifted up her shades, pushing back her hair and her eyes glided over Stars body. Her tongue poked out in a playful gesture then she dropped the shades back down. <br><br>Jason came along around that time so Demi gave a little shoulder nudge to Star to get her attention. It was a friendly sort of, look over there nudge. She also wasn't sure if she'd heard him over the people, cars, and music. He looked so serious over there so something absolutely had to be done about that. Demi opened up the side of her coat and gave Jason as well as a number of other people a good look at one of her breasts before casually covering back up. Her head was turned to the side the whole time and looking up the street as if that totally just didn't happen at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 01:58:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Wearing a pair of high-waisted, black, faux leather shorts (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg), a cropped, blue, vest T-shirt with 'GEEK' written on the front in white outlined text, flat, studded boots (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg) and a bright blue beanie to match her shirt.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Next to her car parked at the side of the road, a few feet away from the finish line.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Star, Jason, Demi, Adriano, Juliana.<br><hr><br>As Star rested beside her and she felt the taller girl sink an arm over her shoulders, her own arm snaked behind the girls waist, giving her a reassuring squeeze; she was actually shitting herself for this race. Blake raised an eyebrow at Juliana's suggestion to mess with Star in order for her to lose the bet she'd previously made with Clint; there was no way she'd put herself at risk, however. If she one, she was sure as hell going to silently observe how things with that played out, but at the same time she would have to feel a little sorry for her friend. Then she thought that Star was the one who agreed to the bet in the first place and all pity drained from her body. She was sure that if someone ever proposed something like that to her, she'd snap it up with confidence she'd win, even though looking on it from the outside that seemed like a stupid thing to do. <strong>"Well, we'll see how things go I suppose."</strong> Blake tossed Star a playful wink, a grin at her lips. Her eyes darted to the finish line as she watched the first Heat participants race off and she silently wished Marcellus luck with his race; maybe she should have spoken to him before he got going?<br><br>The shortest of the group gave a small wave to Adriano, who had joined them; everyone grouping around her car like this made her feel rather popular, powerful, even. As Star scooted away from her to stick to Demi, her arm fell to her side and she fixed her hair briefly, pulling some over her shoulders before adjusting her beanie. The girl spared a quick glance in Demi's direction, rolling her eyes ever so slightly at her and Star's conversation; why did everything have to be so sexual? She didn't understand it whatsoever. Letting out a small sigh, her dark eyes turned to her right for a moment, her gaze now on the car beside her and it's handsome driver. As soon as he caught her gaze, Blake turned back to the group, seeing an equally handsome addition making his way toward them. Jason. As she caught his wave, she raised her own hand in responce before letting it fall back at it's place at her hip. She shifted against her car for a moment, clearing her throat as she greeted him. <strong>"Hey, Jason."</strong> <br><br>Blake turned her head ever so slightly to glance in Star's direction when she caught the sudden flash of flesh from Demi. She blinked and her expression turned from cheerful to confused in seconds. Then a frown began to contort her features and she turned back to look at Jason to gauge his reaction. Then she looked away entirely, the car beside her somewhat more interesting to her. She really didn't understand Demi, she was surprised the two had decided to room together considering how very different they were. The more irritating thought that pressed to the front of her brain was that she was slightly jealous of the others confidence and more so her breast size. <em>No.</em> She wasn't jealous, not at all. Definitely not. Blake shook her head a little to clarify the fact to herself, her arms locking over her stomach as she debated with herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 02:52:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br><strong>Listening to: </strong> Juliana's Driving Playlist! 1 (http://youtu.be/JKvEUJpAEQc) 2 (http://youtu.be/jFNurBwy2h8) 3 (http://youtu.be/7QODOX7JNLk) 4 (http://youtu.be/49hFJNj32rc) 5 (http://youtu.be/YcWZjx8ICRo) 6 (http://youtu.be/9QGE88dBGVs) 7 (http://youtu.be/mV-HGy_x5Ls) 8 (http://youtu.be/j4adeuiQ__8) 9 (http://youtu.be/KYn9HtoP3vA) 10 (http://youtu.be/gEABPD4wNCg) (EDM ALERT!)<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Open, mentioned everyone, dough, ya dig?<hr><br>Juliana jumped up in the air a few times and gave Marcellus a few 'whoos!' when he sped off the starting line. Her overly obnoxious support for him would probably be seen by a small number in the crowd, unless of course they were staring at her more than they were the cars. Given how these races were either about vehicles or hot chicks, it was actually plausible.<br><br>Settling down, she turned her attention to the newly arrived, waving at them with a hand and a smile before finally coming to Adriano and his quips. Juliana rolled her eyes at the suggestion that her own naked pictures out in the backyard would be much more fulfilling than seeing Star cook breakfast in much the same circumstances. She figured Star would feel the same about it but she did one more by walking away from everyone altogether to hang out with Demi. <br><br>"<strong>Uhh... well. That's definitely an outfit.</strong>" Juliana said, under her breath to no one in particular. She had forgotten about Adriano and Blake entirely as her mind was clouded with imagining exactly what was underneath that very open jacket and tiny skirt. It wasn't sexy thoughts, mind you, it was more a thought process in that if Juliana can sit there and wonder, how many others were going to be doing the same thing? Probably everyone that caught Demi in their sights and that's exactly what she wanted, too. "<strong>If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she already lost a bet to get naked.</strong>"<br><br>With nothing more than a shrug, Juliana started to make her way to her own car further back from the starting line. She kind of figured it'd be a good idea to let the cars in the other heats have an easier time getting to the line than showing off her own Integra. She spotted Clint on the way, giving him a good luck thumbs up as he seemed to be in the zone for his own heat coming up. <br><br>Plopping into the seat of her car, Jules queued up a few songs that got her into the mood for tearing up the streets! Most nights she would have preferred to be outside and talking to the other racers and enthusiasts but having a side bet as well as a heat filled with personal friends she intended to keep when tonight was done, the brunette was a bit on edge. Music was her escape (along with a nice jog but that was a little out of the question), her little oasis in the desert of chaos. As cheery and calm as she liked to be, there were certainly nerves thanks to all the aforementioned.<br><br>With her music playing loud and her sit tilted back a bit more to relax, Juliana rolled down her windows to add to the ambiance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 08:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Marcellus, Open<br><hr><br>Under his joking, Adriano really was a bit nervous about the race today. So when the others gathered around Demi, he didn't really notice. Instead, he went closer to the straightaway where he could get a clear view of the racers coming into the finish line. He watched nervously as the cars sped down towards the finish line, and was rooting for Marcellus, though he saw his housemate was in second. He let out a big cheer, though, as Marcellus blasted by the busted Z. He could cheer safely since only one of their housemates was in this heat, so he thought he'd make the most of it.<br><br>Then Adriano decided he might as well find a good seat for the next two heats, since he was only in heat 4. Why did he have to get into the last heat? In any case, he decided to go over and slide on top of the roof of his car, giving him a seat that offered a clear view of the starting line and the straightaway, and above the heads of the crowds gathered round. He gave his car a little pat as he checked his phone and waited for the next heat to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 19:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Track, 11th St<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Star, Demi, Blake</strong> et. al<br><hr><br>Elation flooded his face as he pushed his Prelude across the line first. <strong>"Hell Yeah! That's what the fuck I'm talking about!"</strong> He yelled although no one would be able to hear him as he pushed the brakes and entered turn one, only to make a left on the next street and bring himself back around to 11th St. The Prelude purred as Marcellus pulled up the e-brake, turned the car off and slowly got up out of the low vehicle. A large smile plastered his face as he made his way over to position himself between Star and Demi, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders as he leaned back slightly, <strong>"That, ladies and gentleman is how it's done."</strong> He smiled brightly and leaned over to give Star a friendly kiss on the cheek, <strong>"You're a jewel you know that."</strong> Marc brought his hands in front of himself and rubbed them together slightly. He was still happy about his win but found himself wanting to focus on the other, upcoming heats for now. He had been so focused on his own that he had forgot who all was in which heats. <strong>"Who's up next?"</strong><br><br>While he waited on his response, his eyes shifted between his roommates and he thought about how lucky he was. There were plenty of other ways his life could have turned out but he guessed that sharing this important stage in life with like minded people was far better than most of the other outcomes. His eyes shifted to Demi and that amazing <del>lingerie</del> outfit that she had on. While it didn't leave much to the imagination, his mind found ways to roam. With his post-win smile still plastered on his face, he turned his head to Star, then to Blake who seemed loads happier, although still relatively quiet amongst the loud atmosphere of fast cars and women. Marc couldn't help but want Blake to win her first heat tonight, even though Star was closer to him, he wanted to see her in celebration mode later. Of course, he wanted to win the whole thing, but victories, big or small, always put people in good moods.&nbsp; He looked around for Jules and Adriano, who had apparently found their way apart after being connected to each other earlier today. This thought would have normally made him frown but he was too happy with his win to really care. His eyes shifted to Clint, apparently he was next, <strong>"Nevermind."</strong> He muttered with a laugh, Marc nodded his head as a sign of good luck to his roommate, wondering if he would be joining him in the final, championship race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 19:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Around the starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi, Jason, Marcellus, Clint<br><br><hr><br>Star snorted in laughter a bit at Demi's Kelis, finding it funny that the exact same thought had crossed her mind the moment that she pronounced the word <em>milkshake</em>. The word would have probably evoked memories of that song in most people their age, but she still found it amusing, and of course she was still picturing a whole pitcher full of creamy, pink strawberry milkshake being poured over Demi's rack and the rest of her fine body. As for Demi's invitation, it wasn't really a question of <em>if</em> Star would take her up on it anymore, but rather <em>when</em>.<br><br>She glanced over at Jason when Demi turned her attention towards him. "Nah, don't think so," Star replied to his question about Marcellus' opposition. The Civic was still mostly a question mark, but apparently its driver wasn't some mysterious uber-pro or anything, because he and Marcellus had been right on top of each other at the end of the second lap. Unlike Jason who winced, Star was quick to cheer along with most of the gathered crowd when the Z's engine blew up. Not only because it was one less car that could challenge Marc, but especially because she had a special disdain for pussies who cherished and protected their useless and excessive aesthetic mods. <br><br>"What?" Star asked innocently when she noticed Jason giving her a bit of a disapproving look. "Screw that guy." <br><br>Shrugging slightly, Star pushed herself off of Demi's car so that she could get into a better spot to watch the end of the race. It was actually a pretty awesome feeling when she saw Marcellus coming down the final straight ahead of the Civic, and then crossing the finish line first. It was the first accomplishment that the crew had achieved, and since it kind of was her idea, she couldn't help but take quite a bit of pride in it even if it wasn't actually her winning a race herself. Star cupped her hands around her mouth and gave Marc a loud fangirl cheer which he most likely didn't hear as he zoomed past the finish line before regaining her spot at Demi's side.<br><br>"Nice job, dude," she complimented him when he came over to sit between her and Demi, patting him on the chest while he gave her a kiss on the cheek, which was kind of unusual but she didn't mind it.<br><br>Star had more cause to feel conflicted about the next heat, considering her bet with Clint, but ultimately her priority was clear and she knew that she wanted him to win. Ideally, they'd both qualify for the final race and then she would beat him there, but no matter what she certainly couldn't see herself rooting against him. She gave the cowboy a quick thumbs up when they eventually made eye contact and remained settled in next to Demi while Clint and his opponents got set up.<br><br>"That was all me, I told him what to do," Star joked. "Seriously though, more of us need to win otherwise we'll be listening to Marc brag for a week. I guess one of you guys is gonna win for sure though, huh?" She gave Demi a little nudge with her elbow, teasing the blonde for being in the group with three of their other housemates, the one which she considered the most difficult "You got it, though, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 20:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Streets then parked alongside a bunch of other race cars<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Marcellus, and cheers for Clint<br><hr><br>Marcellus ripped across the finish line in style, his words drowned out by the crowds, music, and roar of engines. <em>A large smile plastered his face as he made his way over to position himself between Star and Demi, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders as he leaned back slightly, "That, ladies and gentleman is how it's done."</em><br><br>Demi nudged him with her shoulder, a big smile on her face. <strong>"Nice one."</strong> <br><br><em>"That was all me, I told him what to do," Star joked. "Seriously though, more of us need to win otherwise we'll be listening to Marc brag for a week. I guess one of you guys is gonna win for sure though, huh?" She gave Demi a little nudge with her elbow, teasing the blonde for being in the group with three of their other housemates, the one which she considered the most difficult "You got it, though, right?"</em><br><br>Demi didn't react much. She just kept smiling then she dropped her sun glasses down a bit so Star could see her eyes. Glanced over at Marc then back to Star as she nodded with that knowing sort of mischievousness. Then slid her glasses back into place.<br><br><strong>"No kiss for me, Marc?"</strong> Demi stared straight ahead as she said it. <strong>"Break a girl's heart doing that."</strong> Not waiting for a response from Marc, Demi gave Clint a cheer as he was prepping to take his position for the next heat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 02:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Blue Levis boot cut Jeans, Black cowboyboots, White cowboy button down shirt, Stetson <br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line - Heat 2 <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Heat 2, Housemates <br><strong>Listening</strong> Country music coming out from his own sound system <br><hr><br>The streets cleared and people watched on as the four cars took off! Clint was only able to catch the start and end of the race but people were calling in who was in the lead and who was falling behind over the radios. It was only a few minutes but the wait felt longer. Finally the first car came out of the 8th point and it was Marcellus. Clint and a few others in the crowd broke out in a cheer as the rest of the cars appeared and finished off the heat. Heat 1 was over, it took a few minutes for the next one in which he would race. <br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Heat 2</span></strong></div><br>Clint gave his housemates a nod before he vanished into the driver's side and pulled up to the line. He looked to his left and spotted a ford focus and its driver. Lots of the people looked unfamiliar to him, he was new to the scene but the guy in the focus looked like he was some barista at starbucks down to his hipster glasses. Past the Focus he spotted a cute looking redhead in a Mazda Speed 3, he should paid more attention towards the car but he was trying to make eye contact and send the cutie a wink. The lady looked over and just gave him the mad dawg, even rolling her eyes at the tip of his hat! Rude! Clint turned to his right and saw his reflection. The windows of the Dark Blue WRX were tinted out and its driver did not seem interested in a meet and greet. One of the scantily clad ladies stepped onto the road and prepared to signal the start of the race. <br><br>Clint raised his own windows and put his head in the game. All four cars revved and waited for the signal. Tires schreeched as gears were shifted and the four cars took of! Clint's 240sx and the WRX were beat on peel out but Clint had his reasons. On the first pull he moved wide and took the turn so smoothy it was clear his strength was in turning. The WRX pulled ahead leaving him behind but by the 4th point it was the WRX and 240 leagues ahead of the other two cars!<br><br>The WRX and 240 raced neck and neck out of the turns, but the Blue Car always pulled ahead as its horsepower and traction remained consistent. The 3rd and 4th car were not even an afterthought but the cars they had to avoid were and at the 8th point he gambled on a spot he thought he could squeeze into but failed, giving the WRX the lead on that turn. Clint could either risk his car or hold off and he did, the car he almost smashed into nearly drove off the road but the damage had been done. Second place, it was not bad but his shot in the final race was gone and most likely his pants if Star won her own heat. <br><br><hr><br>Clint hated to lose but he was not a poor sport. As he parked off to the side he stepped out and wished his housemates good luck before saying. <strong>"Damn I need a beer after that."</strong> He grinned from the adrenaline still pumping through his system.<strong> "Good luck darling, its first place or a pair of heels and not much else for you."</strong> The cowboy gave Star a wink before he looked over towards the rest of the housemates who were not up as he weighed the pros and cons to a turbo kit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 09:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/John-Burnout.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jonathan Hellyer</strong><br><strong>Car</strong>: 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse (http://mitsubishieclipse.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/mitsubishi-eclipse-1.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Comfortable white T-shirt and jeans<br><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St and 1st Ave<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Open<br><hr><br>John periodically had the chance to look up from the bundle of papers on his steering wheel, glancing at the street sign's to verify that he was still going the right way. <strong>"Keep the steering wheel straight, shift just before the tach hits redline, and floor it after every shift. With an automatic, shifting it manually can-"</strong> he read the contents of the last page print out on Google searches 'Tips for Street Racing' aloud. In school memorizing for a test or lab just clicked better when he actual read his notes aloud. While frantically changing into anything other then scrubs back at the hospital, John printed off a few online articles to try and create as much of an advantage as possible. The man had no expectation of actually <em>winning</em> his heat, but not embarrassing himself or wrecking his car would be awesome.<br><br>The scene was just what he had imagined, cars lined up one next to another, each with drivers possessing their own unique styles and looks chatting each other up. Music was echoing from some high quality stereo nearby, further adding to the atmosphere of this all-together new experience for him. He couldn't help but smile widely, like a teenager at his first day of college. He was nervous but so excited about the present and the future he almost didn't care. <strong>"Almost"</strong> he repeated out loud, tossing the papers on his back seat while doing his best to driver through the crowd of cars and people without looking too much like he had no idea what he was doing. John had been in a few races before, but nothing this high scale. Racing had been much more of a tightly guarded obsession that only very recently, after having been introduced to Adriano, was given a chance to grow.<br><br>The guy Adriano had gotten him in contact with, who also took his money for the Heat 3 race entry, was standing nearer to the side of the starting line. Thankfully John caught his attention while pulling up, being motioned over to the starting line with a sudden urgency John had not expected. All at once he realized that his race was about to get started. The man had no time to socialize or check out some of the other racers he was going to be competing against. It was going to be a trial by fire. If that heroine junkie had just decided to go and get his arm infected tomorrow night instead of 2 hours ago, the resident might have had a chance to get here on time instead of learning the finer details of how to IV some druggie through the feet rather than in a infected arm.<br><br>The nerves came back with a force, his hand rising instinctively to brush non-existent sweat from his brow. His racing connection guided him up to the front, and into his spot. Christ he didn't even have the chance to have a smoke. <strong>"Tank is sitting at a quarter for less weight"</strong> feverishly repeating directions he had read from the Google article. He must have looked at his own light blue eyes in the mirror over a hundred times in the mirror, the more rational medical side of him screaming that John was about to participate in something people literally died from on a regular basis. Too late to back out now, Heat 3 was about to begin.<br><br>Around this time John began to notice the looks in his rear and side-view mirror. The expression in the crowd's eyes said it all. Who the fuck is that guy? He tried his best to ignore it, summoning up any skill he possessed&nbsp; while reaching out and gripping the shift with his right hand. Slowly he worked through the onslaught of his boyish inexperience, feeling collected and ready. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 19:19:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Blake, John<br><br><hr><br>When Clint didn't come in first, it brought Star back down to earth a little bit, since she'd kind of been in the cloud and dreaming about a perfect scenario where the final four was made up entirely of her and her friends. She was a little disappointed, but on the flip side at least it raised her chances of winning her bet, so there was that.<br><br>"You just made it too easy," she fired back at Clint cockily, nodding her chin up at him as they crossed paths - him heading towards the crowd and her towards her truck.<br><br>"Sorry girl, maybe I'll let you have the next one," Star then called out to Blake, who was nearby getting into her own car. "I can't let that fucker win."<br><br>She shrugged semi-apologetically before getting into her S-10 and guiding it over to the starting line, where she was flanked by a white Eclipse on the left and Blake's ZX to the right. There was also a dark blue Volkswagen GTI to Blake's right - Star knew that he was pretty good, bust he still definitely considered Blake to be her main competition for this race. <br><br>As for the guy on her left in the Eclipse, he definitely seemed totally out of place. He looked more like a math teacher than a street racer, albeit a pretty hot math teacher...Star wouldn't have minded getting some tutoring from him. They had a bit of time before the race was ready to launch, so she rolled her window down and twisted around so that she could cross her arms on the window sill. <br><br>"Heya!" she called out, loud enough for John to hear even with his windows rolled up. Star wagged the fingers from one of her hands in a playful <em>hello</em> once she had his attention and waited for him to roll down his passenger window. "What's up? You look kinda nervous...don't worry if it's your first time, I'll be gentle with you," Star said suggestively with a sly smile. "Or do you like it rough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 05:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Adriano decided that he needed to build up some more adrenaline, so he decided to go on another sprint. Two minutes later, Adriano was back with the others, waiting for Heat 2 to finish, panting slightly. He watched as Clint came in, watching Star's expression as he came in second. He smiled lightly to himself as he saw the emotions conflict on her face in a rather cute way before turning back to congratulate Clint. "Nice job, Clint." he said, as he saw the girls get ready for Heat 3. "Good luck girls!" he shouted after them, as he watched them get in their cars.<br><br>The cars all lined up, and Adriano would've recognized John, but he didn't know what car he drove, since he had never been driving with him. The two had struck up a friendship completely by accident and Adriano had given him some tips on races, though he hadn't actually seen him race or vice versa. He saw Star lean out and taunt him, though, and thought he recognized that person. It was John! Unfortunately, they were too far away for him to say anything now, so he settled with waiting for them to come back.<br><br>The tension for this race was far higher among the current group, since two of their housemates were in it, but it would only be higher for the next heat, which only had housemates in it. It was all rather exciting, though, as this was their first major race. Adriano's spirits were noticeably higher now, with this excitement, as he let out a loud cheer for the people he knew in this heat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 15:26:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi, Open<br><hr><br>Marcellus smiled a little as Demi reprimanded him for not giving her a kiss as well. A sly smirk ran across his face as he brought his hand across his body to hook her chin with his index finger. The result of this action would depend on what Demi did in response. If she leaned over when he pulled with his finger, he would give her a soft kiss on the cheek, if she turned her head, he would give her a soft, suggestive kiss on her lips. Either way, Marcellus would smile when the kiss was completed. <strong>"Don't wanna break any hearts."</strong> He looked back to the race, <strong>"Maybe some backs though."</strong> He muttered softly just before he cheered for Clint again.<br><br>The race was nerve racking and caused Marcellus to slide down the edge of the car. He groaned loudly as Clint came in second place. "Shit!" Marcellus exclaimed, he wanted Clint to be in the final heat but unfortunately that wouldn't be the case. It had been a good race though. Marc's eyes traveled to the starting line where Star and Blake were lined up. <strong>"Let's go Star!"</strong> He yelled toward her, <strong>"Let's go Blake!"</strong> He didn't know who to cheer for more although Star was probably the best bet because of their bromance. On the other hand, if he had to chose, he would pick Star in heels over Clint in chaps, or whatever they betted on, any day. His eyes shifted to the white Eclipse, it was a nice car but he didn't recognize the person, much like he didn't recognize the driver of the GTI. However, he figured that all the cars would out maneuver her in the first couple turns so he hoped that she had enough top end power to make up for it in the straight ways. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 08:53:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/John-Burnout.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jonathan Hellyer</strong><br><strong>Car</strong>: 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse (http://mitsubishieclipse.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/mitsubishi-eclipse-1.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Comfortable white T-shirt and jeans<br><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St and 1st Ave<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Open<br><hr><br>John's head snapped to the side from the sudden 'Hello' from the driver to his right. For a brief moment, time spent by Star waving lightly in his direction, he was stunned by all of the pink on the woman! Her hair was pink, her shirt was pink, and if he was a betting man John would have wagered those weren't the only two things she was wearing that matched. She was also gorgeous, appearing more like some hot punk model then a drag racer. Realizing just a bit delayed that she wanted him to roll down his window, John pressed the console button and lowered the barrier between the two.<br><br>When she asked him if it was his first time, striving as hard as he could not to seem stupid, he nodded lightly a growing smile. She was going to say good luck! It was like being back in high school or something again, at least something not wholly foreign. What Star <em>actually</em> followed the hello up with caught John a bit off guard, uncertain exactly how to respond to the question without seeming like a pervert or a nerd. Angling his neck up slightly, he studied the car she was driving before a long, sly smile crossed his face, settling back down into the car.<br><br><strong>"That's a 2001 Chevrolet S-10 right"</strong> nodding down at the vehicle. <strong>"It get's from 0 - 60 in roughly 9 seconds. Mine averages about 7 so... I'll go with rough"</strong> trying to sound more playful and joking rather then like he was actually shit talking her car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 21:34:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><br><hr><br>"Oh...yeah, you're right," Star conceded, though she sounded more like she was just telling a stupid little kid what he wanted to hear more than anything else. John would have to be pretty dumb to think that she'd bring a bone stock S-10 to a race, so his Wikipedia stats wouldn't do him much good. <br><br>Turning back towards the front, Star settled herself back into her seat properly and got on the throttle a bit, enough to make her blowoff valve sound out a couple of times while wearing a mischievous little smirk on her face. If John was still too clueless to get it after that, then he wasn't worth her time. Ignoring him from that point on, Star turned her music up and kept her eyes locked on the flag-girl, revving her engine to about 3500 RPM when they got the signal that the race would be starting within a few moments.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 3</span></strong></div><br>Tires squealed as the four cars took off the line, the GTI immediately taking the lead only to have Blake steal it away in the third corner by cleanly passing him on the inside and cutting him off. It forced him to break slightly to avoid rear-ending the 300ZX and Star jumped on the opening that it left for her, straightening her truck out as she came out of the turn fast after drifting it pretty damn well. Surprisingly, she actually noticed the Eclipse doing the same thing right behind her...definitely not what she would have expected following her short interaction with its driver.<br><br>After easily overtaking the GTI in the short straight, Star spent the next lap and a half battling it out tooth and nail with Blake, the two of them trading positions on a couple of occasions while the other two racers did the same to a slightly lesser extent. <br><br>Probably as a result of constantly pushing each other to the limit and trying to outdo one another, Blake and Star both went into a corner towards the end of the second lap a bit too quickly and partially lost control, skidding off the road and through a large patch of gravel, kicking up rocks and two big clouds of dust. Luckily for them there actually happened to be gravel there as opposed to a wall or some other solid object, so they didn't total their rides, but it still gave the GTI and Eclipse plenty of time to catch up before they got back on the track.<br><br>Blake recovered more quickly, staying light on the GTI's tail after it passed her while Star came out in third place with John riding right on her rear bumper, his headlights flashing brightly in her rear-view mirror. Star knew that she had to lose him quickly if she wanted to have any hopes of catching up to the other two and actually winning, but even as she started to escalate the risks that she was taking, at times drifting her rear end within a few inches barriers or fences, he managed to keep up.<br><br>With less than one lap to go, John even got past her defenses and got aggressive in the first turn. They were both coming into it faster than it would have been safe to do after the long straight, drifting it practically door to door in what would have been a picture-perfect battle...right up until the point where they bumped into each other. It was just a relatively light touch where they traded paint, but being on the outside and already pushing herself, it was enough to render Star unable to straighten the S-10 out. <br><br>Panic flooded her system as she felt the wheels lock up on her. She kept on drifting right off the track for about a second before her rear left quarter panel collided violently with a street pole, making a loud crashing noise as metal was crunched and twisted. The S-10 practically bounced from the impact before whipping around 180 degrees, rattling Star hard even though she had her seatbelt on.<br><br>Before even acknowledging that her back, neck and head were in substantial pain, shegrunted angrily and balled up a fist, slamming it against the ring of her steering wheel hard enough to bruise the side of her hand. That also started hurting like hell a few seconds later while she struggled with the clasp of her seatbelt, apparently feeling more disoriented than she'd thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 22:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/John-Burnout.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jonathan Hellyer</strong><br><strong>Car</strong>: 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse (http://mitsubishieclipse.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/mitsubishi-eclipse-1.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Comfortable white T-shirt and jeans<br><strong>Location</strong>: Racing<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Open<br><hr><br>John shifted his car from neutral and took off down the road, his entire body slamming backwards into his seat. The sudden thrill and sensation of participating in his first race got the best of him, John was too anxious to win without clearly thinking about how he intended to do it. Shifting too early suddenly the momentum from what was a good start start feigning. The GT1 was in the lead at first, but the Nissan slipped in and took the front position during one of the turns, the S-10 right on the GT1's bumper. That of course left him in last pace.<br><br>His heart was beating so fast he could barely make out the sound of engines and over the blood pumping in his ears. He had to keep it together, find an opening, and make his move during one of the later laps. Afterwards came a short straight away, the pink haired chick easily overtaking the GT1 now placing her in second. The next half of the full race was comprised of 2nd trying to steal 1st, and 4th trying to steal 3rd. John did his best to overtake the GT1 at any turn or straight away but each time his means was either blocked or he just couldn't find a good safe option to take advantage. If he didn't want to loose, he was going to have to try something bold.<br><br>After clearing a turn on the second lap, John noticed in his peripheral vision Star picking up speed once again after having skidded off road and onto the gravel. The delayed let the GT1 past her, but as soon as John's Eclipse made to do the same there she was again in 3rd. <strong>"COMMON"</strong>, screaming more at his own inexperience then at the racers. Throwing caution to the wind the doc upshifted towards the S-10 and took the last lap turn with more speed then he would have felt comfortable with 10 seconds ago. But he needed to do something!<br><br>Star and John drifted next to each other in a moment that, for John, felt frozen. Their vehicles were closer then they had been even at the start of the match. Then there was a sudden, jolt from his passenger side of the car, and her drivers. The two connected while accelerating out of the turn. Being on the inside John was only forced back onto the track while Star was pushed off of it. His reflexes were pretty top notch by comparison to his other skills, so John managed to get control over his car before it spun out, albeit losing a good deal of speed.<br><br>Moment's later the sound of impact rang out behind his car. In the rear view mirror he saw the side of Star's car wrapped slammed up against one of the street poles. He realized that while he was given the opportunity to recover, she could not. Maybe it was the speed of the impact, or that it was his aggressive attempt to take the lead, or that he had seen hundreds of car accident victims, or all together, John's eye's widened before yanking on his E-break and spinning the car into a 180 turn. It wasn't like after that he was going to be able to overtake the Nissan and win anyway.<br><br>Lightly panicked the Eclipse burst up and stopped next to the accident roughly 10 feet or so off of the track. Having already finished his hours as an EMT, the man was already surveying the accident to try and consider what might have become of Star. The hit was on the passenger side, probably the only good thing, but the car's frame was probably fucked, meaning a lot of that force would have passed through and into her.<br><br>Yanking off his seat belt and stepping out of the car John sprinted to the driver side door. Already he was relieved to see her, very angrily moving inside. Forgetting at least for the next minute or so that he was a participant in this accident, instead of just a helpful citizen.<br><br>With an enormous amount of force, straining his body to do so, John pulled open the door and removed the barrier between him and Star. She was fumbling with the seat belt, obviously disoriented which was not the best of signs. Asking her if she felt alright would have been stupid, so instead John pulled one of those small pen flashlights form his pocket.<br><br><strong>"Can you walk"</strong> leaning over her body to unclasp her seat belt for her, shining the light in her eyes to check for shock on his way backwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 21:06:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Side of the road<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br><br><hr><br>It wasn't until John was practically on top of her, leaning in to undo the clasp of her seatbelt that Star noticed him - or rather <em>someone</em> whom she didn't yet recognize. "Get..." she started, raising her left forearm up and putting it against his shoulder, trying to keep him away since it felt like her personal space was being invaded. "...<em>the fuck off me!</em>" The light being flashed into her eyes was enough to set Star off. She brought her right hand up and slammed the heel of her palm into her would-be savior's chest while shoving him hard with her other arm, trying to forcefully eject him back out of her mangled truck.<br><br>"I can walk better than you can fucking drive!" she growled, finally recognizing the Eclipse's driver as she stepped out of her S-10. As soon as Star got both of her feet on the ground, she stumbled forward and fell to one knee and both hands, just barely catching herself before landing flat on her face. A simple glance back at her truck was enough to assess the extent of the damage.<br><br>"GGGHHHHRRHHUUGGGHHH!!" she growled wildly in frustration as she slid one hand suddenly through the gravel, sending a multitude of small rocks flying behind her. "<em>God!</em> What <em>the fuck</em> is wrong with you!?" Star shouted accusingly at John as she forced herself back up to her feet with some difficulty. Her balance still seemed shaky, but she was able to stand without falling this time.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 3</span></strong></div><br>Meanwhile, further down the track, Blake was still in hot pursuit of her new rival, coming to within a couple of inches of the Volkswagen's rear bumper on the following turn. Both of them gave it their all with less than half of the race to go, cutting it extremely close on several occasions, but it wasn't until the very last turn that Blake found an opening to make a move. She tried to overtake the GTI aggressively on the outside, and for several seconds it looked like she was going to manage it, the nose of her 300ZX poking ahead of the GTI's as they came out of the curve and accelerated down the straight. <br><br>Unfortunately for her, the other driver seemed to really get in the zone right at that final stage and powershifted through his gears almost flawlessly, allowing him to regain some of the ground that he'd lost and just barely eek out a victory, crossing the finish with less than half a car length separating him from Blake.<br><br>Shortly thereafter, the fourth heat was called to line up while the tow truck was sent out to collect Star's S-10.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 21:35:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St -&gt; Crash Site<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Star, John, Demi<br><hr><br>Marc was enjoying the environment more than he had in a long time, probably because of his recent victory. For some reason, this Heat seemed more intense than the others had. Maybe it was because it was the first time his housemates were racing against one another on this level or because of the bet that was hanging in the balance but something was different about this Heat and Marcellus loved it. He would cheer Star on without fear of upsetting Blake at this point, knowing that she would understand.<br><br>The excitement of the race got a to be a little too much for Marcellus. As Star and the white Eclipse came drifting around the corner, Marcellus threw is arm around Demi playfully but his eyes never left the race.<strong> "Ohhhh!!"</strong> His voice rose with his excitement until the moment when the two traded paint. <strong>"Shit!!"</strong> He yelled, jumping to his feet just as Star's S-10 connected with the pole. He let go of Demi and began running toward Star, pushing people out of his way as he went. <br><br>His breath was heavy by the time he got to the scene of the accident. Marcellus brushed past John disrespectfully and his ears turned in to Star's angry words. Although his face didn't show it, he smiled a little on the inside because he thought that she would be okay. He moved close to her, offering her an arm if she needed help walking however, he didn't expect her to take it. He didn't have time to survey the damage to her truck, it wasn't his sort of thing anyway so he would leave that to Clint. Marcellus smiled down on Star, shaking his head slightly,<strong> "You alright pimp?"</strong> He asked with genuine concern.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 02:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/John-Burnout.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jonathan Hellyer</strong><br><strong>Car</strong>: 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse (http://mitsubishieclipse.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/mitsubishi-eclipse-1.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Comfortable white T-shirt and jeans<br><strong>Location</strong>: Street<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Open<br><hr><br>John probably could have resisted the shove but in the brief moment he'd had to survey the damage, take a look at her eyes and listen to Star's voice he learned most everything he needed to know. The arm connected with his lower chest and shoved John backwards out of the car. With a slight *click* John turned the small pen light off and set it back in his pocket, at least relieved that it was not as bad as the wreck could have been. When she insulted him the 'ck' in 'fucking' slurred together just slightly, the woman stumbling out of her car and onto the gravel ground.<br><br>His first instinct was to help the woman up, that however was overtaken when Marc came sprinting around his side to assist Star if she needed it. <strong>"She's got a concussion and is going to be bruised up pretty bad tomorrow. Otherwise she's fine</strong>" he informed them a informative rather then concerned tone, slipping back into his doctor-mode since it was familiar. If he were back at the hospital, or even thought anyone would give a shit what he thought right now, he would have said that she shouldn't drive for the next week or so. But he held back the suggestion in the hopes that her or her friend would come to that conclusion on their own instead of doing it just to spite him.<br><br>His hand rose up and nervously brushed his hair to the side. Well, this was pretty much the worst case scenario during his first street race. Maybe this was a sign or some shit, but that only just made it worse. Realizing that his car was still sitting in the middle of the road, John returned to his vehicle to pull it off and out of the way for the upcoming 4th Heat.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 04:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Watching the race with Marcellus then her car moving into race position for HEAT 4<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Marcellus, everyone<br><hr><br><br>Demi enjoyed the feel of Marcellus's arm around her. He was so excited and into it that it was adorable. She got caught looking at him instead of the race and didn't see the incident. Marcellus jumped up and ran down. Lots of people jumped up and down trying to see out and watch what was happening. Demi stepped up on her tip toes to watch and caught a glimpse of Star's pink hair moving around. She was alright. Demi breathed out a sigh of relief when she heard her name called out.<br><br>The next racers for Heat 4 were wanted on the starting line. <br><br>She zipped up her jacket and ran over to her car, flung open the door then slid into her seat. The cool interior lining of the racing seat forming around her. The ignition turned over and roared to life. She crept the car forward through the swathes of people in a slow steady momentum. The sea of bodies parted then dispersed as she rolled out onto the street.&nbsp; It looked like she was the first on the streets so she carefully picked her lane with the best burnout tracks and angle to the first corner.<br><br>Ah, the starting line. One of the best parts of the race. Adrenaline pumping, the steady breathes to keep it under control. A lot like waiting for the first kiss on a date. So sweet. She checked over her panels and readings, revving the engine a few times. She was no expert with engines or anything but she could hear the obvious knocks or ticks that might signify an issue. It was good and felt right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 00:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br><strong>Listening to: </strong> Juliana's Driving Playlist! 1 (http://youtu.be/JKvEUJpAEQc) 2 (http://youtu.be/jFNurBwy2h8) 3 (http://youtu.be/7QODOX7JNLk) 4 (http://youtu.be/49hFJNj32rc) 5 (http://youtu.be/YcWZjx8ICRo) 6 (http://youtu.be/9QGE88dBGVs) 7 (http://youtu.be/mV-HGy_x5Ls) 8 (http://youtu.be/j4adeuiQ__8) 9 (http://youtu.be/KYn9HtoP3vA) 10 (http://youtu.be/gEABPD4wNCg) (EDM ALERT!)<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Demi, Jason, Adriano<hr><br>Juliana was lost in her own little space and she wouldn't have had it any other way. Her head bobbed to either side, her hands threw up fists, salutes and pointed fingers to the beat while her core found the bassline. It was not really as majestic in the driver's side of a car but the girl was dancing like no one was watching and even if someone was, who the fuck cares?<br><br>She was close enough to the track that she could hear cars whizzing by the starting line. There was a little game Juliana played to try and identify the cars just by the sounds of their engines. The game was a lot easier with more and more familiar faces and vehicles in the races but the handicap of her EDM blaring out her speakers pretty much ensured that there was no chance in hell she was going to guess right. <br><br>There was one sound that overtook it all - squealing tires and the sound of metal crunching against something equally as hard - a crash. On any other day, Juliana would have bolted from her car and make her way over to the scene of the crime. Today, however, she was at the back of the pack with her own heat coming up, so she resided with sliding out of her seat and onto the frame of the car door to try and see if she could figure out what had happened from her perch. There was little time to sit and ponder as her the call for the next set of racers to come up to the line was made. Juliana had a problem with being late for anything.<br><br>Settling herself back down in her car, the half-Asian started the ignition and slowly crept up to the starting line, avoiding hitting and spectators and to see if she could spy the victim of the crash. In the distance she could make out the bright pink hair of her roommate and her truck, both looking a little worse for wear. Juliana suddenly felt really guilty about not making more of an effort to see if the other girl was okay. Marc being there took the edge off, along with some other kid that looked vaguely familiar to her. <br><br>"Whatever. Let's fucking do this." Juliana said to herself, looking on either side of her to find three of her roommates ready to go. Normally at the start of races she'd make faces and dance like an idiot to throw people off their game but normally she doesn't race against people she actually cares about. In lieu of her usual pre-game show, Juliana just thought inwardly, she was going to do her and be completely respectful! Yes.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br>Juliana rolled up her windows, though her music still played as loud as it was earlier. There was no singing or dancing going on anymore, though, as she gripped at her steering wheel with her left hand, her right poised on the stick shift. Her eyes stayed forward, not wanting to give any of her rivals a chance to see how she was doing, what she was thinking. Her gaze only averted when a girl in an outfit just slightly more conservative than Demi's strutted out to the starting line. Juliana used this as her cue to set up her playlist again. God forbid it goes silent halfway through the race.<br><br>The moment between the girl standing there, raising her hands hands and then lowering them took forever. It was seconds, if even a few, but it felt like ages. When the time finally came, Juliana wasted no time punching the gas. It took her little bit to find her other foot on the clutch but that was all an after thought to just simply going forward. Coming into the first corner, Juliana had to watch her lines, cut into close and come out wide. Her drifting wasn't really up to snuff to try anything fancy and there really wasn't much of an opportunity for her to practice outside of actual races. So far it worked for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 07:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Adriano was watching the race quite intently, and by this time he had recognized that it was indeed John in the white car, which only made it all the more interesting. However, Adriano couldn't help but yell out when Star's car took a turn for the worse. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The sight of that crash would be stuck in his mind for a while. He would've run forward to check if Star was okay, but they were already calling his name for the next heat. He saw Marcellus run towards the scene, though, so he let out a satisfied sigh, knowing that at least someone would be going to help her.<br><br>Shaking his head clear, or at least attempting to, Adriano made his way to his car, revving the engine a few times before easing his way to the finish line. He looked at the cars next to him, making sure to not look at their drivers. This was his first big race, and he wanted to try and keep his head level so that he could do well.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br>As the race finally kicked off, Adriano pushed his car forward at full speed. He quickly leaped out in front of everyone else, but misjudged his acceleration a little before the first turn and had to brake a little more than he had expected, and soon he found himself in the middle of the pack. He could see Juliana ahead of him, and Demi right next to him. As the turns came, Adriano kept the pressure on, though he wasn't able to shake either of the two off.<br><br>He was keeping even with the other two, when the turn came where he had just seen a crash moments ago. Maybe it was that sight, maybe he was just being careful, but he took the turn far more slowly than he should have, and as a result was left in the dust by the others. As they reached the straightaway for the first lap, he exclaimed, "Fuck!", noticing just how far back he was, and slammed on the pedal, pushing his car for all he could. He was gaining, but he wasn't sure if he could catch up to the others in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 19:48:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: &lt;out on the roads&gt;<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; &lt;racing&gt;<br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Heat 4</strong></span></div><br>The engines roared to life and they all shot off the starting line. It was glorious the sound of tires squealing, the smell of rubber and gas. It became clear to Demi from the start that she had been too easy on the accelerator. She lost it right out from the gate. This car normally had phenomenal traction and acceleration but if you didn't shift right or listen to the engine properly you could lose that advantage pretty quickly - it was more race car then street car and that also meant it was a finicky little pain in the ass sometimes. <br><br>Demi let out a curse, got herself refocused and gained some ground. Juliana was in a groove though. She had jumped out early on and was leading the pack. Her lines were tight and it all flowed. Demi got in behind her and pushed hard but had to go wide around a turn and lost her position. Adriano was driving like his pants were on fire. It was a little bit funny to glance over and see his fixed face of concentration as he must have been gunning his car hard. Demi was impressed with how his car glided along but she kept up with him. <br><br>Her mind was drifting along and she began to make ground, not really paying attention anymore then as if it was a video game or something. <em>Fuck the breaks - who needs them</em>, she thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 23:07:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br>The fourth heat started off strangely, with Jason missing his start in the WRX STI which would have been the most likely candidate to steal first place right off the line thanks to its four-wheel drive, giving it excellent acceleration and traction from a dig. It was clear that he wasn't driving like himself, falling immediately to the back of the pack rather than taking the lead.<br><br>None of the others were fooling around, however, especially not Juliana and Demi who were off to a great and hotly contested start. Despite a few close calls, Jules was able to maintain her lead, ands the battling between her and Demi gave Adriano and even Jason the chance to catch up. Usually, it may have been Jason pushing the issue more than anyone else, but tonight it was Adriano who was clearly not content with getting third place in a qualifier heat. <br><br>He kept the pressure on Demi and finally overtook her, but the blonde wasn't willing to lose her position when she was still just one second behind Juliana and first place, so she insisted on trying to retake it when she probably shouldn't have. Technically, she did manage to block Adriano and keep him from passing, but it forced both of them to brake so as to avoid skidding off of the track like Star, and that left it wide open for Jason to zip by both of them on the inside when coming out of the turn, totally uncontested. <br><br>In what must have been a disappointing show for the gathered crowd and possibly for Jules, Jason didn't challenge her at all and seemed satisfied with just keeping the pace until the end of the race. Meanwhile, Adriano and Demi could still battle for bragging rights if they wanted to, but there clearly wasn't enough time or track left for them in the race to catch up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 23:18:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Side of the road<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John, marcellus<br><br><hr><br>"No!" Star replied heatedly to Marc's question, at first considering her truck as an extension of herself - and her truck was most certainly not 'okay'.<br><br>"You mean <em>you</em> gave me a fucking concussion, right motherfucker?!" she then spat back at John, holding a hand up to the side of her head and feeling her blood pressure rise every time that he dared to open his mouth. She'd have kept laying into him some more if not for Marc putting an arm around her shoulders and guiding her away, back towards the starting line.<br><br>"GOD! That was such fucking bullshit, that guy's an idiot! My frame's wrecked, the hell am I supposed to do now?" It would probably be a good long while before Star cooled off. "Aw fuck...and tomorrow's Sunday too, you've got to be kidding..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>21-09-2013, 07:48:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Racing -&gt; Finish Line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br>Adriano was already pissed when he lost enough ground to slip to third place, so he was slamming on the pedals on every opportunity. He was gaining ground, though it was questionable whether he'd be able to catch up in time to Juliana, who was leading. Obviously, his target was for first, so he was going after her. On one of the last turns, though, as he attempted to slide by Demi, she tried to turn too hard and skidded a little. It wasn't dangerous and wasn't like a crash, but it was enough of a slide that he had to swerve behind her to avoid crashing into her, resulting in him being stuck behind her until her tires finally spun out of the slide, after what seemed like ages. Adriano exclaimed, "Fucking shit!", as Jason sped by the two of them, leaving him in last place. At this point, the race was practically over, and as Demi sped away Adrian tried his best to overtake her. Sadly, there wasn't enough race left for that to happen. Adriano sighed as he crossed the finish line, a little disappointed and a little pissed.<br><br><hr><br>Adriano stayed in his car for a little while at the finish line, marinating in his loss. He would be sure to use this to do better next time. Or at least try. He hated feeling like a noob, especially when the rest of his housemates would practically be bragging to him. Taking another deep breath, he climbed out of his car and looked around, to see where the others were and what they were doing, to decide whether he would join them or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 01:38:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and &nbsp;black &amp; red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br><strong>Location</strong>: &lt;out on the roads&gt;<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; &lt;racing&gt;<br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Heat 4</strong></span></div><br>Demi chased Jason but it was no use, her mind just wasn't in it. He got out ahead and she had to hold onto her third place position. Which to be honest, her heart just wasn't in it. It's not that she cared that much about winning or losing but when you know you are off your game it's hard to put too much heart into anything. She shifted loosely, not keeping it tight. That cost her in a turn. She slid a little around a corner which almost got her in a wreck. Sloppy driving she thought to herself. Adriano was back behind her, she thought to herself that she was lucky she didn't take him out in the process. It was always easier when racing with people that weren't friends, not that she wanted anyone to get hurt but when it's friends then it's just that much harder to drive too aggressively. Jules had been on her game this night and it was all her race. Demi thought that was pretty damn cool and maybe next time she'd get her chance to be in the zone.<br><br><hr><br>Demi didn't even let it phase her, she just pulled into a parking spot almost as soon as she crossed the line. This was a party and dammit she was not about to get down. She climbed up into her car window and cheered in the direction of Jules, along with a bunch of other people. Then some random stranger walked past and she extended her arms for a little help. He seemed like a nice guy, very polite she thought to herself as he let her recline back into his arms and he dragged her out of the car window so she could stand. He smiled down at her as she stood and smiled back up at him. "Thanks big guy." She tossed him a wink and began walking over to join friends - her bright smile never fading, not even behind the sunglasses.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 19:15:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Blue Levis boot cut Jeans, Black cowboyboots, White cowboy button down shirt, Stetson <br><strong>Location</strong>: Taking care of Star's s10 <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; 4, Making a few calls<br><hr><br>Despite his loss, Clint was still enjoying the night and tossing back a beer with a few ladies, one he wanted to fuck in the back of Star's truck if they didn't make it all the way to the house. He kept track of the races, cheering on like the rest of the crowd until he saw Star's S10 crash. Like a few others he rushed to help but she seemed to be in good hands (at initial glance). Clint pulled out his cellphone and made a call to a friend, the last thing this event needed was a report of an accident. <br><br>As the crowd dispersed and the next heat lined up, Clint waited by the S10 until the tow truck arrived. "Take it back to the house, leave it in the driveway." He asked his buddy after they hooked it up and loaded it before he drove off. Clint went looking for his roommates and Star after that, finding the blonde and knowing she would not be in the best mood.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 00:40:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br><strong>Listening to: </strong> Juliana's Driving Playlist! 1 (http://youtu.be/JKvEUJpAEQc) 2 (http://youtu.be/jFNurBwy2h8) 3 (http://youtu.be/7QODOX7JNLk) 4 (http://youtu.be/49hFJNj32rc) 5 (http://youtu.be/YcWZjx8ICRo) 6 (http://youtu.be/9QGE88dBGVs) 7 (http://youtu.be/mV-HGy_x5Ls) 8 (http://youtu.be/j4adeuiQ__8) 9 (http://youtu.be/KYn9HtoP3vA) 10 (http://youtu.be/gEABPD4wNCg) (EDM ALERT!)<br><strong>Tags: </strong> Errbody <hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br>Juliana was extremely lucky in that she was able to get out and ahead of the pack early enough to avoid any 'confrontation' with the other drivers. Jason was uncharacteristically out of his element and didn't pressure her in the slightest while Adriano and Demi were neck and neck for the majority of the race. Jules never dared look back in her mirrors as she raced in the most important heat in her life. It was all a blur as she shifted and steered on instinct, focusing only on what she was doing. It all worked out for her in the end as she crossed the finish line with very little incident.<br><br><hr><br>"Oooooooooooh, fuck." Juliana said with a sigh, finally looking behind her to see where the rest of the racers went. She has happy, truth be told, but was also wary of the potential range of emotions that each and every one of them were going through. As far as she could tell, everyone was in a fairly good mood, if not great or just a little reflective in their most recent loss. Not wanting to be the reason why the group had to stay at the races any longer than they had to, the brunette wheeled her car around and back to the starting line to start the final heat of the night. Finishing that, she got out of her car to find out how Star and the others were doing after her crash.<br><br>Her walk was a short one, since most everyone there was watching the races and were right along the impromptu track. Finding Star, Clint and Marcellus amongst the crowd, Juliana had a stupid grin on her face for her win. That was really the only indication that she was pleased about it, though, as she immediately moved on to Star. "You alright, man?" she asked casually, not wanting to force the issue. The physical injuries would take a bit, but knowing the pink-haired beauty, it was the damage to the car that was the most damning. Juliana desperately wanted to go in for a hug, though she had next to no idea how bad the crash was on the other girl. She just did her best sad, sympathetic face.<br><br>Soon enough, the call for the last heat came up, leaving Juliana little time to chill and recollect. "Uhh... wish me luck?" was what she left her few roommate with, shooting them two thumbs-up while showing her teeth in a nervous, anxious smile. She wasn't really, but acting out a little made her feel better about leaving to race in heat that the some of the others couldn't.<br><br>Sitting in her car, pumping herself up to race for the second time tonight, Juliana looked around for Marcellus at the starting line. This time she was more comfortable with fooling around, dancing and sticking her tongue out at him to remind the both of them that this was what they did for fun. After catching his attention for a little bit, she went on to grip her steering wheel, looking forward to remind him that this is also what they did for money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 04:31:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crash Site -&gt; Clint's car -&gt; Start Line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Star, Juliana<br><hr><br>Marc led her off toward his Clint's car because he would need his for the upcoming race. He couldn't even say anything when Star cursed at John on the walk toward Clint's car, he couldn't blame her for being pissed. She was right, he was almost certain that she would have a bit of frame damage although he doubted it would be as bad as she was making out to be but he did understand her frustration. If Marcellus didn't have a race to go to, he would have offered to lay hands on the careless driver if Star wanted him to. However, money was on his mind for the moment, after the safety of Star of course. <strong>"We'll figure it out, don't worry about it. Hopefully, I'll win this race and then I'll be in a good spot to help."</strong> Marcellus stopped once they got to Clint's car, a slick smile on his face, <strong>"Please don't fuck anybody up before I get back."</strong> He couldn't help but laugh some as he turned to head to his vehicle. <br><br>As he made it to the Prelude and climbed in the driver seat, he saw the tow truck moving the truck out of the way and others sweeping up the broken glass and other car particles. He tried as hard as he could to readjust his thoughts to the race as he pulled up on the start line. Juliana's dancing made him smile, he even got out of his car to play with her a little bit. He made it over to her car just as she was getting serious, his finger tapping it to indicate that he wanted her to let it down.<strong> "Hey, let's make it interesting."</strong> He hadn't made any other bets in the night and he wanted to spice the race up a little as if the purse wasn't enough. Marc reached into his jeans and pulled out three hundred dollars. Silently, he cursed himself for pulling out so much but it was out now. <strong>"I can take your money, or we can bet something else."</strong> He couldn't think of a good bet so he blurted out the first thing he could think of, <strong>"Breakfast in bed with you in your bra and panties for a week. Interested?"</strong> Marcellus would settle the deal with Julie before heading back to his car with a pleasant smirk and new determination. He couldn't help the smirk, he had something like a crush on Juliana for a long time but never pushed the envelope, he didn't think she was into someone like him. Marcellus settled back into his car and prepared for the final, most important race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 06:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting Line<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>After a second of standing there, Adriano decided to suck it up and join the others. He should congratulate the winners, after all. Especially Jules, who had won so convincingly. "Congrats on the win, Jules. Looks like you'll be the lucky owner of some valuable pictures soon enough." he said, giving her a little hug before stepping back. She was in the next race, after all. Next he saw Demi, and he playfully punched her on the shoulder, "Looks like we'll have to do better next time, huh?" he said, as Jason walked by. "Especially if we don't want Jason to beat us." he said, loud enough that Jason could hear. Smiling and congratulating aside, it was almost time for the next race, so he went and joined the others.<br><br>He walked over to Star, putting an arm around her. "Last place ain't so great, is it?" he said, secretly glad that someone else had gotten last so he could have some to complain with. He hoped that the fact that he had also done poorly would be some consolation to her, and would help her cool down. Although, if his car was in a state like Star's was, he would probably be fuming at the moment. At this point, he would've gone and tried to find John, but he figured that he had better stay near Star so she didn't explode... and going near John wouldn't help that at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 05:27:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Marcellus, Juliana, Adriano<br><br><hr><br>Star was still agitated as she walked back to the starting line with Marc, but she managed to set her anger and grief about her truck aside by the time that heat 4 was concluded. Despite her own night going less than spectacularly, she was still happy and excited for her friends, and she also felt kind of responsible to act like a leader since putting the crew together was her and Jason's idea in the first place. <br><br>Jules and Marc even managed to draw a little smile from her with their comments before they left to prepare for the final race, so Star's mood had perked up a bit by the time that Adriano had come over and put his arm around her. "Sucks balls," she answered, leaning her head against his shoulder. "So, we're getting a hammock and you're getting naked in it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 04:58:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br><strong>Listening to: </strong> Juliana's Driving Playlist! 1 (http://youtu.be/JKvEUJpAEQc) 2 (http://youtu.be/jFNurBwy2h8) 3 (http://youtu.be/7QODOX7JNLk) 4 (http://youtu.be/49hFJNj32rc) 5 (http://youtu.be/YcWZjx8ICRo) 6 (http://youtu.be/9QGE88dBGVs) 7 (http://youtu.be/mV-HGy_x5Ls) 8 (http://youtu.be/j4adeuiQ__8) 9 (http://youtu.be/KYn9HtoP3vA) 10 (http://youtu.be/gEABPD4wNCg) (EDM ALERT!)<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Marcellus<hr><br>Watching Marcellus hop out of his car and toward hers, Juliana simply watched him with an arched brow, thinking about what he could possibly be up to. It was likely going to be another one of his corny oneliners in an attempt to throw her off. Regardless, she eventually fingered the button on the door that sent the window down into its home when he got close enough to lean in.<br><br>"Hmmm..." Juliana started, pondering his little wager. She had already avoided having to get naked on a hammock; giving Adriano the show of both of their lives, so what was one more? "I think I'll take your money! I've got to go and but a sweet hammock, after all." The girl winked at Marcellus, guessing that he wouldn't have expected her to take the gamble over something so petty as breakfast in bed while wearing little to nothing. Money was always nice. Winning it from a friend on a cocky bet made it nicer.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">FINAL HEAT!!!</span></strong></div><br>Juliana again didn't take much note of the other racers around her; it was all about her and doing her own thing. Again, another girl strutted up to the starting line, a little too uppity about being the person waving cars into high speed races. Jules watched her intently, waiting for the signal with her feet eager to push down on the pedals beneath them. With flare that was highly unnecessary for underground, illegal street racing, the girl gave them all the green light and they were off!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 15:03:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starting Line<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Jules<br><hr><br>Marcellus' face slid into a confident smirk when she took the money bet, obviously she wasn't falling for any of his foolishness. "That's probably the best bet." He said as he stood erect, removing his head from her window, "I'm sure the others would get tired of seeing you walking around half naked anyway." He laughed some as he tapped the roof of her car, "Good luck Jules." He said earnestly as he made his way back to his vehicle. The short walk served only to increase his nerves as he surveyed the area and the cars that he was up against. Silently, he envied the WRX and the GTI and the boost that all wheel drive gave them and Juliana was clearly no slacker as well. He slid down into the seat of his Prelude and ran his fingers across the stick shift, said a quick prayer, then watched as the flag girl walked out to her starting position. He wished he had paid more attention to the other races so he would have a feel for the sort of drivers that they were or that Star would have gave him some sort of advice before he raced this heat. <br><br>The flags fell and the cars roared to life. Marc shoved as much power to the engine as possible and looked to his left only to notice that the GTI missed his shift and got left at the line. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, that made his life a little better. His face straightened up as he went into the first turn a little to hot but close on Jules who was right on the tail of the WRX. The intensity of this race, compared to his first race, was crazy. The pressure that Jules was putting on the WRX was insane and it paid off when both she and Marc passed him in turn five and six respectively. In the straight between turn seven and eight, Marc checked his rearview mirror, apparently, getting passed put some fire in the WRX because he was tight on Marcellus bumper. He swallowed hard and focused on Juliana's tail lights and looking for his chance to pass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 06:10:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">FINAL HEAT!!!</span></strong></div><br>As expected, the final heat got off to a hot start, with the GTI, Marc, and Jules all flying off the starting line as soon as the flag waved. The GTIhad a little trouble shifting at the wave of the flag, and was left in the dust as the other three cars flew down the road. The GTI's driver struggled for another second, cursing at himself before slamming on the pedal, pushing his car forward, although he was already well behind the others.<br><br>The WRX started off the best, racing down the track with the initial lead. Jules was pressuring hard on the WRX, especially on each of the first few turns. Marc was right behind them, keeping up with them. After a few turns, Jules had finally edged off the WRX, sliding ahead of the car. Marc managed to slip by the WRX as well, though the WRX was still hot on his heels. The poor GTI driver was still lagging behind, though he was gaining a little ground with every curve. Jules, Marc, and the WRX slipped back and forth for the first few laps, and by the time the last lap was on, Marc had edged ahead to first, with the WRX and Jules battling right behind him. As they curved around the last straightaway, Marc slammed on the pedals, pushing his car as fast as it could, and he managed to get around the last curve with the perfect amount of momentum to speed away to first place. Jules and the WRX didn't get quite so perfect a turn, and the WRX driver took advantage to push Jules ever so slightly out of the way and push ahead, while Jules pushed her car ahead, hoping to get those few feet that she needed to beat the WRX. The WRX's driver stayed focused, though, and took second place behind Marc, with Jules coming in as a close third and the GTI driver coming in just a second later to finish out the head.<br><br>Cheers went up to celebrate the end of the race, and the flag woman brought out a bottle of champagne, blasting it open as Marc opened his door and got out, to get the final proceedings started, which would of course include the prizes for the top finishers.
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