Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts & Suburbs
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				Title: <strong>Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 23:05:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.bhmpics.com/download/seattle_skyline_at_night-1920x1200.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Seattle Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</span></strong></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This is where a lot of the action goes down. The Crew frequently makes trips into the suburbs and outskirts for jobs - stealing specific cars that can only be found in private residences. The port district is also included in this area - where a lot of organized races go down. The mountain roads are also outside of the city and racers come out here to test their nerves and reflexes on wet roads with tight corners going head to head against top drivers. The city outskirts will also cover any locations not covered inside downtown streets, the crew's personal garage and loft, and the triad headquarters.</div><br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/xang9.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> Fucking Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Puget Sound<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open <em>(likely none)</em><br><hr><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br>max speed: 185 MPH<br>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br>total weight: 5009 lbs <br>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1973 Chrysler 360 v8&nbsp; that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br>-manual transmission<br>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br>-automatic transmission<br>-lightweight<br>-double roller timing chain<br>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br><br>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Miscellaneous photography</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i47.tinypic.com/2zohxtt.jpg)<br>(http://i47.tinypic.com/dlopyb.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Kingston, Washington (B on the track map)<br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/rshtvp.jpg)<br>Port Gamble, Washington<br>(http://i46.tinypic.com/25aqh68.jpg)<br>Hood Canal Bridge (inbetween Port Gamble and C on the track map)<br>(http://i50.tinypic.com/zji3c4.jpg)<br>Shine, Washington Harbour (C on the track map)<br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/2h87283.jpg)<br>Leland Valley, Washington (D on the track map)<br>(http://i48.tinypic.com/5wjyc.jpg)<br>Highway 101<br>(http://i47.tinypic.com/33w5eux.jpg)<br>Brinnon, Washington (North of Hoodsport)<br>(http://i45.tinypic.com/10i5m9x.jpg)<br>Shelton, Washington<br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/j9m5c1.jpg)<br>Spanaway, Washington<br>(http://i49.tinypic.com/34ecor6.jpg)<br>Home<br>(http://i47.tinypic.com/105uqtu.jpg)<br></span></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Track</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2jcft3o.jpg)</div></div><br>She was asleep in her bed for the entire day before the race. Cori's entire week was full of whiskey, rum, vodka, and excessive celebration. She had needed the rest. But, it was not recovery sleep, it was preparation. Cori liked to take a long drive the night before a race. It wasn't a ritual, as much as it was a warm-up. She'd b-lined her Coupe De Ville to Drummond, Montana and back in just under ten hours last month. She had gone all the way to Concrete, Washington through the mountains before. Indeed, Cori had hit almost every back road in a three-hundred mile radius, from the center of Seattle in every direction. She was going to the peninsula tonight, for the third time. Before, she had high-tailed it to Neah Bay on the corner of the state to get a view of the expansive Pacific. She had planned to come around the southern horn this time.<br><br>Cori always drove at night when she prepared for a race like this. There was less traffic, and the danger of the darkness helped with the <em>high</em> and the suspense that she was gifted with when she sliced up mountain roads at one hundred miles an hour.<br><br>The ferry ride would start this journey. She hailed the last one of the night, waking up at six o'clock in the evening in order to board. She had slept for thirteen hours. Drinking a cappuccino and helping herself to four cigarettes on the boat, Cori watched the sunset, her head was almost the same height as the railing at the edge of the vessel. the seagulls floated above her, calling to each other for help with dinner. The ferry was a short one, about forty minutes from Edmonds, just north of Seattle, to Kingston on Kitsap Island. The gentle fluctuation of the waves helped her stay calm. The short ferry allowed her towake up peacefully. Her car, "Two Fires" as it was affectionately named in 2009 when the second V8 engine was installed inside of the trunk, was on the carriage level underneath her. The fare was an even Forty dollars. Nobody seemed to notice that the engine turned off twice as the 'nine-to-fivers' marched from their drivers seats, and onto the coach level of the Ferry.<br><br>Cori was dressed in a pair of unrelenting jeans, they wrapped around her like unforgiving aluminium. They didn't stretch, or bend right, they pulled her body into shape. Her buttocks was held up with these, and squeezed into the shape of perfect heart. Her belt was black, and her buckle was the shape of two crowbars. A leather jacket was zipped up around her red tank-top, and a boyish white blouse. With her short hair hidden underneath a thick woollen beanie, Cori stood beside the rising steam of her coffee cup. She had purchased the cappuccino on the ferry. It was piping hot until she finished it. Unmistakably, she was a native of the Northwest.<br><br>When the ferry landed in Kingston, she drove off of the boat with the same polite movement as everyone else, with only the back engine turned on, she moved slowly, and carelessly, the transmission was automatic. It was a lazy cow to the pasture type of movement. Her car was obnoxiously heavy, the steel plate under each engine scratched as she drove over speed bumps, and particularly pot-hole-bitten roadways. There were plenty of them in Kingston, Kitsap county didn't give a damn about the maintenance of its roads. Cori blistered over them in town as if nothing was the matter, though. If the bottom didn't touch, she couldn't even feel them, her Cadillac was muscled out, but it still floated over the road like a bed-frame in the night.<br><br>She waited at a lookout over the Puget waters and smoked two more cigarettes, hyping herself up, fuelling both gas tanks for the trip, and waiting for everyone to go to sleep. Cori wanted the roads to be almost empty.<br><br><hr><br>It was 10:19 P.M. Cori was stopped at a green light in the middle of Kingston's main street. There were two other cars on the road, they were both behind her, and honking their horns. Cori had both engines in neutral, Two Fires could hardly be heard over the abnormally aggressive punk music that was syphoning out of the open windows. It was 'Moss Icon'<br><br>The light turned red and Cori lit a cigarette. There was a Dodge Durango, and a Subaru Outback, each driven by men, trying to get home for whatever reason. They could see the young girl in the Cadillac light her smoke, and wait, as if she was alone on her back-porch. The honking stopped when the light turned red. Cori had chuckled to herself, there weren't even any cars passing by them. she didn't really need to be stopped. So, she started to honk her horn while they decided that it was inappropriate to fill the quiet in the air.<br><br>Everyone was confused for a moment.<br><br>The light turned green again and Cori was as still as ever, smoking. Half way through the light, after absurdly patterned honks didn't seem to help either, the man in the Dodge Durango decided to spill on to the street and see what the problem was. He walked up to the driver's side window. Shouting, Cori listened to her music with intense focus. It sort of looked like she was having a mental breakdown of some kind. as the Durango driver removed his hat, and tried to appeal to Cori's senses, the Subaru decided to try and pass her on the other side of the street. Cori smiled and slammed onto her right gas pedal, the power to the back engine; and, the brake pedal that was only attached to the front axle. Her tires started to spin, she felt the car shift into third gear, and the music started to crescendo while, she started to spew white smoke into the air. Her tires screeched, and the music was drowned out over the yelling, the screaming tires, and Cori's honking horn.<br><br>She slammed in the clutch, shifted into 3rd gear with the front engine, released the brake, and swung the automatic transmission into drive. The car absolutely disappeared, the sound, the sight, it vanished into the darkness, the Subaru driver nearly shit himself, in front of Two Fires, and merging back into the right lane. The man from the Dodge fell over, and Cori took quickly to the West, climbing to seventy miles per hour on a labelled speed zone of twenty five.<br><br>She had been waiting for the bridge of the song to start, everything else was just good timing. She turned to music up louder and hauled ass on the 104 toward Port Gamble.<br><br>The night sky was light enough for her to see the luscious landscape. A combination of moonlight and phasing sunshine nearly distracted her as she cascaded toward the Hood Canal Bridge. <br><br>She had probably made it from Kingston to Port Gamble faster than anyone had ever made the journey, three minutes and nineteen seconds. Her average speed hovered at around 110. The automatic engine was tuned to reach it's gears at specific intervals, intervals that matched up with the front engine. She got a feel for how the car was working in the first five miles. She was a dream.<br><br>She felt invincible, slowly to sixty-two as she cut her way through town, the car was sliding all over the road, in a state of ever-present drift, sometimes the wheels travelled at two different speeds, and it usually wasn't a problem. Most of the time, it made her Cadillac feel like go-kart. When both engines were moving, and she was looking for speed. Driving the car turned into an art. Her right foot would dance in angles, as she worked to synchronize the performance. Watching her dashboard induced stress. She had meters that gave her feedback on 'synch-status'. Along with two speedometers, two RPM clocks, two gas gauges, pressure gauges, and temperature gauges. There were three or four other meters, displayed in a bar graph. Nothing was labelled. They measured the turning speed of each wheel.<br><br>The Hood Canal bridge was almost empty as she crossed. Weaving between slow motion SUV's and two eighteen wheeled semi-trucks. A state patrol officer was driving East. She wasn't even looking at her speedometer when the flashing blue lights appeared in her rear-view mirror. The cop hadn't clocked her either. She was going ninety-three miles per hour. <br><br>"Fuck." Her Cadillac could outrun a police car, but not fast enough to leave it in the dust. There would likely be two more cruisers on her tail, called in by the first. She was off of the bridge and into the town of Shine. <br><br>Just as she predicted, two more police cars found her among way way turns and dying street lights. The headlights hardly helped. Shine, ironically, was dark at night. She was far enough in front of the police to keep her paint from chipping. They would try to knock her off of the road if they got close enough. But the couldn't. She gained two seconds on every turn, and one second on every straight away. It was perfect. <br><br>Cori had never been in <em>Shine</em>, Washington before. <br><br>She didn't even know how to find the highway. It would have been easy if she hadn't been caught on the bridge; or, if she had known the layout of the town. She was luckier than she was skilful in Shine. The Cadillac was indistinguishable in the night. two minutes into the chase, god knows what street she was on; But she caught one of the local cops with his headlights off, searching on the wrong road with a headlamp. She pulled away before he could turn his light. <br><br>"Fucking cops!" She cursed, still looking for a wide road facing West, Her music was turned down. This car was a god among men. Her high horse was waiting to turn the corner. Four hundred-and-eighty of them to be exact. "Where's the highway? Who planned this city? There's no one here, isn't the highway the only fucking road!" She was spitting in every direction, the car seemed to rumble in agreement. er right foot was tense. <br><br>The police had the advantage, it was their town, and she was a tourist. Cori wouldn't be this careless at home, but she was miles away. It was a different county with different departments. She had <em>not</em> counted on the state trooper though, not out here; 'population fuck'. The driver of that car <em>might </em> have recognized her. <br><br>Undercover cops joined the party, likely from patrol, town cops, 'easy money'. Still, they ran Cori all over town, it had only been four roads that stretched up and down the slim town, but the blood in her veins had made the town of Shine into The Labyrinth. Highway 104 revealed itself, and Cori hauled ass toward Leland. She had lost one cop, unsure of how that had happened, she was happy to see an open road in front of her and an enormous shoulder on both sides. She was trained for this. Cori could hit curves, and straights as if she'd been on every road a thousand times. She had created a high-speed chase on the peninsula. <br><br>From Shine to to the 104-101 junction was ten miles. Cori lost them on mile four. <br><br>There were plenty of crossing roads, she absently started heading south, and found herself completely alone with her high beams on among trees, stars, and a crumbling cement back-road. There weren't even lines painted on the side or the middle. Most of the light was gone, and she had officially been drilled with adrenaline. She had never been here before, but she knew where she was. Highway 101 was close, running along with her. Two Fires and Cori started to burn. She was lucky she didn't hit a deer... or a family of deer.<br><br>She found the highway thirteen miles from Brinnon. It was only 11:43. the police had slowed her down, but they were long gone, and she had found three other fast cars along the way who seemed to have the same idea in mind. Two of them were Volkswagens with body kits, Cori didn't think highly of them. the other one was driving a Mustang, it looked like a 2001, white. 'Who ever drives it, take the road like a bitch'. Cori figured that a woman was inside. <br><br>Cori's Coupe De Ville decimated the opposition, but she kept them around to speed with, it was much more fun to race, and they could keep up with her. The 101 didn't allow for terminal velocity. She averaged out at Eighty-nine miles an hour. She was riding fast, but safe. This was a pleasure cruise. Dangerous, but not stupid. <br><br>The White Mustang liked to stay in front, it was a flashy car, and allowing the driver to scout ahead was a solid way to avoid cops. Cori tried to race this car, in order to peak inside and get a look at the driver. She figured that the girl inside was worth the pleasure of meeting, even if it was through two sheets of glass. The windows were too dark though, she couldn't see inside, but she could see the ember of a cigarette dancing around. "Hm," Cori thought out loud, "Smokes like a bitch too." The driver clearly wanted her in the back with the others, and she was willing to give this woman some space. She'd driven with a group like this before, there were common signals, and messages that they could communicate with their lights, their hazard lights, their highbeams, brake lights, and even their turn signals. The Volkswagens sseemed to be inseparable. They were undoubtedly male drivers.<br><br>The 101 was a playground, and time flew while they were heating up the road, and masterfully avoiding the hot breathe of the police.<br><br>The four of them arrived at a truck stop in Shelton. The town was warm and it smelled like cat shit. Every factory was undeniably running, and there was more than one gas station with a large '24 hour' sign in sight. All of the drivers were men, A John, an Armajandro, and an Elliot. Cori had only remembered John's name, he was the driver of the white mustang. She made fun of him for two whole cigarettes.&nbsp; the three men needed to know how a Coupe De Ville was driving with such power. Cori made fun of John for two whole cigarettes by the side of the road. One cop passed them, nothing happened. <br><br>Cori showed them the engine in the trunk. She showed them the pedals and the dashboard, it had two speedometers that didn't always reflect her actual speed. "That's just sort of a feeling any-ways." She had said. "Their both about ten miles per hour low, usually." She gave them the specs, they couldn't keep up. They followed her all the way to Spanaway, driving alone with Cori in the middle of the night in fifth gear. From 12:45 to 3:15, they tried to keep up. They turned around without a chance to say goodbye. They had her phone number, 206 meant Seattle, she couldn't hide that.<br><br>Cori put the automatic transmission into neutral and fired the speakers up to max. She was a die-hard 'Rites of Spring', fan, and one of their more grating tracks was vibrating through the car. The harsh, tactile sensation that came from this music calmed Cori, for most others it caused sadness and a visceral inclination to field dress a dead rabbit. With the back engine rumbling along, the front engine worked especially hard to pull the two and half ton Cadillac across the road. Cori was still travelling at over eighty miles an hour, About twenty five miles over the limit on any given country road.<br><br>But, she was in her home territory now. On wide state free-ways. The 512 and the 167 were familiar faces, and she knew where cops liked to hide. She was hungry, but she wasn't willing to stop here, not within fifteen or twenty miles of North Puyallup and Edgewood. 'No fucking way.' <br><br>The house that she lived in as a child was only two miles off of the free-way. A cross for her father's car accident had been put up by her aunts and uncles. It was on the East Valley Highway that ran parallel <em>with</em> the 167. It was the only time she ran on the free-way for the whole trip. The ghost still haunted her, and she wondered now, why she had planned to come through this way. <br><br>She stopped for food in Issaquah. after switching from the free-way to the highways, and then back onto the 167, and off again. It was 4:34, It was an all night diner. The sign said triple XXX. She knew not to be excited though. Seattle was only a stone's throw away.<br><br>She pulled back into the city at about the same time as the sunrise.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 07:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere along Highway 16<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras</span></span><br><hr><br>As they'd done before every other race that they'd both been running in, Allison and Taras had left early together so that they could scout the circuit out. Her <em>almost</em> big brother wasn't really one for homework, but Allison had also done plenty of research on the internet, scouring over Google Maps for at least an hour or two every night before bed for the past week. Still, nothing could compare to a real run-through in the flesh. She hadn't taken her Porsche down the track at full racing cadence, obviously, but her driving had still been pretty spirited, especially around the corners to give Taras and herself a pretty good idea of how they should be tackled.<br><br>Of course, their cars were pretty different, so it wouldn't translate perfectly over to Taras' Thunderbird, but it was better than nothing. Even though the parts were mostly new, Taras' ride retained that bare bones, oldschool muscle car quality to it. In contrast, Allison's GT2 was an amalgamation of the most cutting edge automotive technology available. The weight distribution and handling were worlds apart. And yet they could keep up with one another and race door to door or bumper to bumper, which was just one of the reasons that Allison found these sorts of street races so interesting and beautiful. <br><br>It had been mostly business on the way over. Allison pointed out some of the details that she was prone to noticing, like the corners where it was safe to drive outside of the lines a little bit in order to save a fraction of a second or two and the corners where it wasn't due to there being gravel or something on the side of the road which would certainly cause a lose of traction, making it more trouble than it was worth. Taras interjected with his own pieces of advice that Allison always appreciated. Just like the machines that they piloted, their driving styles were pretty much on two opposite sides of the spectrum. She was controlled and technical, he was unpredictable and relied a lot on his instincts. It made for a pretty productive analysis of the track, since they complemented each other well. <br><br>That was all good and well, but it was the drive back that Allison was dreading. It was a time that they reserved to discuss more personal matters and whatnot, sort of as a way to vent before a race to ensure that there was nothing bothering them at the back of their minds, and she knew that Taras was going to have questions. He'd been asking them ever since Allison had come back around half a year ago; it didn't take a licensed psychologist to notice that there was something a bit off with her.<br><br>The clue were abundant. Whereas she'd always been quiet, calm and very slow to anger before, Allison's temper had been flaring up pretty consistently over the past six months, often in regards to relatively trivial matters that she never would have fretted over in the past. Clubs and bars had never interested her beyond the occasional night out a couple of times per months, but twice a month had turned into several times per week and she often came back to the loft at all hours of the night - when she even came back at all. Sometimes Allison locked herself in her room without coming out for several hours straight, claiming that she was reading. She could tell that Taras hadn't believed her when she gave him that excuse, but he also didn't have the heart to openly call her out on it, at least not yet.<br><br>Every time it got harder and harder to lie to her friends, and especially him since they'd always shared such a close bond ever since their first meeting. It had started as such a small, stupid lie, too. Allison had just been afraid of the rejection that she'd often been faced with before, so she didn't want to tell her new 'cool' and 'dangerous' friends that she was actually a rich spoiled kid. But then it just piled on and on after that and it just felt like there was no going back.<br><br>Allison had managed to fend off Taras' prying with jokes and small talk for a few minutes before running out of ways to push back the inevitable. An awkward near-silence settled between them with only the rumbling of the Porsche's engine emanating from the back and a slightly eerie Vespertina track (http://www.tubelyrics.org/listen_8dt5oQxn7Wo/vespertina_stoupe_lorrie_doriza_the_girl_in_the_basement) playing through the car's audio system on low volume. What had once been an almost therapeutic experience and opportunity to share had become a nightmare, and Allison didn't know how else to stall.<br><br><em>Thank god</em>, she thought to herself when the bright neon gas station sign came into view. She needed to refuel if she had any intention of actually finishing the race later that night, and this was the only place on the way back or in the area in general that sold racing fuel which her GT2's H6 engine needed in order to achieve its maximal output. It was like an oasis that would give her a few more minutes to collect her thoughts before Taras made her lie to him again. <br><br>She pulled up to a pump, killed the engine and got out of the car before taking her jacket off and tossing it behind her seat (since there was no backseat to speak of, obviously), giving Taras his first look at the studded bustier style top (http://i.imgur.com/FdGUC.jpg) that she had on underneath. It definitely teetered on the line between sexy and slutty, leaving quite a bit of Allison's flesh bare all the way down to the waistband of her low-rising black skinny jeans. She's always used race nights as an excuse to dress up a bit and don some of her pieces that could be considered a bit more risqué, but it seemed like the envelope was being pushed further tonight.<br><br>She'd accessorized with a big layered necklace of silver and copper which matched the studs from her top, a thick silver bracelet that fit very snuggly around her left wrist to avoid it bothering her while she drove and a pair of dark brown fingerless net gloves which really only went from Allison's middle knuckles to just half an inch above the knuckles at the base of her fingers. She was standing a bit shorter than usual, having set aside the high heels and wedges that she usually gravitated towards in favor of some flat, knee-high boots made of grey suede. Driving casually in heels was actually not hard at all, contrary to what most people seemed to assume, but racing in them was still a bit of a stretch.<br><br>Having roughly approximated how much gas she'd need in order to return to the starting line and then make it all the way back to the finish, Allison pumped that amount into her car's reservoir plus a little extra just to be safe. Being a tiny bit heavier was considerably better than stalling out a couple hundred feet away from finishing the race, so trying to get overly fancy and precise wasn't really worth it in this case.<br><br>"Snacks?" she asked as casually as she could manage while keeping her eyes locked on the gas pump's counter, not wanting to go over the quantity that she'd calculated (or kinda guesstimated). Getting snacks was only partially an excuse to do anything except discuss what was troubling her with Taras, since she actually really did have a sudden craving for something sweet. <em>Skittles, maybe.</em> Once they were done paying and got back to the car, there would be no more possibility of delaying without being completely blatant.<br><br>The thought of having to pile on more lies was already making her feel queasy. She tried to will her heart into hardening long enough to get through 'the talk', but that had never been something that came easily to her, and tonight would probably not be an exception.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 08:35:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Gas Station along Highway 16<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Allison "Saurer"<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was tradition - in a way. It had started since the very first day Taras had picked Allison up, denying what would have been a seriously traumatic experience for her. That was years ago though, and they had moved on from the circumstances of their first meeting. Taras had, at least. It wasn't the kind of event that would be of any use to bring up. Ever since then, Allison had tagged along for these underground races. She was different than most of the girls he ran into at these illegal events - maybe that was how she'd hooked him. He spent a lot of time with Allison, whenever he got a free moment. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They had developed a close relationship, but the nature of that connection was pretty blurry. It almost had a 'big brother - little sister' feel to it... though something underneath kept them from ever truly feeling like siblings. It was an unspoken attraction, and they gravitated towards each other. It was still subconscious - at least for him. So the time they spent together never felt weird or awkward. That is, until Allison left to Southeast Asia to race in Formula 1. She'd been gone for quite a while; he'd watched her races on television or the internet (when they didn't air them). For whatever reason, the young woman came back and jumped right into the underground scene... but something was different.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't the same girl he remembered before she left. So many of the things that separated her from the other people Taras was used to being around had disappeared. She had seemed so much more wholesome before she'd returned. She was trying way too hard to fit in; to be just like everybody else. He was suspicious. She'd always been highly independent, unique, and forging her own path. She even had her own style that nobody else really shared, but it was fading. When she'd pulled off her jacket and revealed her outfit for the evening he was nearly stunned - though that was an emotion that didn't show on the outside. Not that he'd ever been the most expressive man anyways. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It stunned him because it was a little too close to looking sleezy, which didn't befit her at all; not to mention seeing her in a skimpy outfit almost forced him to look at her body in ways he really never had before. He didn't say a word about it, however. He didn't want to do anything to make her feel more awkward. She already had something nagging her - it was easy for him to tell. Usually she freely opened up and shared whatever was bugging her... but that too had been a pretty rare event. It was all business lately. He was determined to get to the bottom of it soon.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she got out of the car and began pumping gas, he pulled out his cell phone and checked for messages from any of the other crew members. Although Cori was the active head of the crew, Taras also played a big role. Cori was the guide, the direction, and the motivation behind a lot of the crew's operations where as Taras was the glue that held them all together. He was rough around the edges, but he seemed to easily relate to most of the members. He wasn't a big talker. In fact, he usually led by example - and not even on purpose. He just did whatever it is he wanted to do and the others tended to just follow. He had the natural gift of leadership - but zero desire to actively use it. He really viewed himself as someone who operates on his own plan - which often included the others. It seemed like a meager connection most of the time, since he normally kept his opinions and feelings to himself... but when the shit hit the fan; that was where the bond was strongest. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was a fighter at heart, and all of the members of the crew were family. Even though he didn't normally show it, when things went down, he was the unyielding fortress everyone could rally to. He usually always put the others before himself, and he'd never turn down a request for help. He fought for his family fiercely - since it was the only family he ever really had. He was also a good listener and many members of the crew felt comfortable sharing things with him - since he always kept their secrets faithfully. That was probably why Allison's recent behavior was so peculiar. It wasn't the norm. It wasn't how things usually worked - especially with how great of a relationship they had together.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Snacks?"</em> she said, breaking the silence.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He looked up from his phone and nodded. <strong>"Yeah. I'm starving."</strong> He opened the door and climbed out of the car - literally... it was so low to the ground... he wasn't used to that. He walked around the front of the hood at a leisurely pace so she could easily walk in along side him. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of old stone-washed denim jeans that looked as though they'd seen better days. As they neared the building one of those heavily-tattooed arms reached up to open the door for her and he followed her in. He went straight for the beef-jerky and canned peanuts. He was kind of a health freak, but not so much that he would even consider being a vegetarian or vegan. He needed a lot of protein to keep up his weight. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With his <del>snacks</del> meal in hand, he headed to the register and payed for the both of them. She'd spent the last couple hours driving him around the night's course - it was the least he could do. Taras hadn't really said anything inside the convenience store. Even when the clerk had asked him if he'd found everything all right, he'd only nodded. He was too busy trying to think of the easiest way to start the conversation she - and he, really - had been dreading. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once he managed to squeeze himself back in the car he closed his door and looked in her direction. He could see the worry on her face and he asked a question that was really asking something else. <strong>"Feeling uneasy about the race?" </strong>It was a simple inquiry with a much heavier implication. Allison never felt uneasy about races. She was always confident, collected, and prepared - which is why she was such a damn good racer. So when he asked her that, she knew that he was <em>really</em> asking her what the deal was. She had to have known that she wouldn't be able to hide it from him; and if she thought she could lie to him and get away with it... she was dead wrong. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Even from day one he'd never really believed her when she talked about her past. She was hiding something, well... she was hiding a lot of things actually. That didn't overly concern him though. Taras had his own issues, and if anyone knew the feeling of not wanting to be bothered - it was him. He'd just never confronted her before because even though he knew she was lying - he still <em>felt</em> like he could trust her, as a person. She'd never been a danger to the crew - he knew she wasn't a cop at least. He'd never really had a reason to go digging into places that were none of his business - but it was different now. Whatever her secret was - it was starting to effect and damage someone he cared about: her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He wasn't sure how long he would let her keep pretending. At this rate, he just hoped she'd make it through another week - or night even. There was only one time he'd had a reason to be as concerned about her as he was now, and that was the first night they ever met. So he wasn't about to make it easy for her to keep covering it up. He didn't even look away after he finished asking. He just stared and waited for her response - a look of deep concern in his eyes, with a hint of anger creeping into them. He was very protective of the crew, but even more so of Allison. So he would not tolerate anyone harming her; and she was no exception to that rule.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 10:12:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere along Highway 16<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras</span></span><br><hr><br><em>Maybe...maybe he won't say anything.</em> Any remote hope that Allison might have had for that miracle coming true was extinguished as soon as they made it back into the car with their goodies. She pulled away her hand which had been about to push her key into the ignition and exhaled slowly, practically deflating into her lightweight bucket seat until she looked like a little girl again. That was the way that she felt at the moment as she stared down into her lap, her head hanging forward; like that scared, insecure child who'd been made to feel ashamed about herself so often. Only this time, it was so, so much worse because Allison knew that it was entirely her own doing.<br><br>She'd been afraid of telling her new friends the truth at first, so perhaps that was somehow justifiable and excusable, but she could have come clean after knowing them for a few months. Ally had known them long enough to recognize that they weren't the type of people who'd bail on their friends for something so trivial, even Cori who'd used to intimidate her quite a lot (and still did, sometimes), but it had been easier to just keep lying than to disappoint them all. They would have forgiven her if she'd admitted everything after a few months, Allison was certain of it, but after several years?<br><br><em>Taras might, and some of the others...</em> It was Cori's reaction that she was most scared of. Their relationship had always been a bit tenuous, to the point where the older girl sometimes plainly voiced her mistrust of Allison after she'd put away several drinks. That had always wounded her and made her feel nervous, though she tried to tell herself that it was just the alcohol speaking. The two of them had gotten along swimmingly on many other occasions, so it was hard to really tell what was what. <em>If I tell the truth, she'll never trust me again. She'll kick me out.</em> Allison thought sadly.<br><br>When she finally worked up the courage to turn and face her adoptive big brother and long time friend and protector, the look in his eyes spoke volumes even though he spoke as sparingly as usual. It was only then that Allison realized it. <em>He already knows. He's known from the start...</em> She couldn't even imagine how difficult it must have been for him to swallow her lies, how patient he'd been that whole time. It wasn't something that she'd ever have been able to handle. <br><br>It was as if somebody had suddenly been tied Allison's stomach into knots when she thought about how badly she must have hurt Taras for him to look at her like that. He was angry, really angry. <em>H's never angry with me.</em> She wanted to look away; she wanted to cry, but she did neither. She would look him in the face, Allison owed him that and much more, and she didn't deserve to cry, so she batted away the tears that had been welling up inside of her eyes.<br><br>"There's things I need to tell you...I just...now's not the best time. Tonight, after the race. Right after we get home, if you want, okay? I promise." Her eyes were stinging even as she spoke the words. <em>Don't cry. The race, the race, think about the race. Don't cry!</em> "We should get going if we don't want to miss the start..." Allison added half-heartedly as she finally slid the key into the ignition and turned the engine over. Tonight was the night that she was finally going to have to pay for all those times that she'd taken the easy way out.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 11:38:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Gas Station along Highway 16<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Allison "Saurer"<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Allison could probably see the wheels turning in Taras' head as she responded to his prompt, though what exactly he was thinking about she could only guess - per the norm. If she would have held her tears back as well as she'd held the truth from him, he probably would have been even angrier... but seeing the pain in her eyes softened him up a bit. His intentions were only to help her after all. Her decision to wait to tell him was honestly the only possible option, if it was a deep as he believed it to be. Unfortunately it would only give his mind time to wander and imagine things far worse than the secrets she was managing to withhold for a few more hours.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His jaw clenched for a moment but relaxed as he let his anger go - something he was <em>not</em> very good at doing; but Allison always seemed to curve him on the right path, even incidentally. After she finished speaking he finally let his gaze go... his eyes stretching out the side window away from her as he thought over her offer. After a moment - which probably seemed like ages for her - he responded. <strong>"All right."</strong> He turned back to look at her as she started the vehicle. <strong>"Whatever it is, it has to wait."</strong> He nodded, more to himself than her. Seeing how she reacted to being 'caught' he knew it must be something serious... which means it will take some time to process.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"If you can... try to forget about it. For now."</strong> This was the first organized race of the summer, and while it wasn't the biggest... sometimes it felt that way. Every driver set the tone for the season on opening night, even though the prize was minimal. <strong>"My money's on you tonight - Adrianno's already got the cash. So I need you focused out there."</strong> There was a small glint of softness in his eye. She knew him well enough to know the money didn't matter; all he cared about was her safety. Racing with demons in the head is impossible here. The tight corners, moisture on the roads... Seattle was unforgiving. This course wasn't the most dangerous one they'd raced here, but it wasn't the safest either. There were only two long stretches of straight highway - the rest was tight corners and confined space on rural streets. It was going to take lots of focus, and lots of attention to detail. Hell, that's why he'd bet on her to win - when it came to these kinds of races, she normally outperformed the whole crew. She was a technical driver, and these are where she shines.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was a pretty big compliment that he was betting on her, when he was also racing himself. He was a very proud and talented driver - if unpredictable. So it had to make her feel good that he had so much confidence in her abilities. He just hoped that this encounter before the race wouldn't throw her off her game. That wouldn't do either of them any good - money be damned.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Truth be told... it was Taras who had a hard time separating personal matters and business. When he had issues going on, it <em>always</em> showed in his driving. When he gets behind the wheel and opens up that throttle, his fuel injectors are kicking out pure emotion. Sometimes it's actually scary to watch... but so far he'd come out better than not and no worse for the wear. He was worried about Allison - not just about racing tonight... but in general. She'd been on a downward spiral for several weeks and it had gotten to the point that she was almost about to hit rock bottom. He didn't want to see that. He'd do anything to keep that from happening.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"We should get going if we don't want to miss the start..."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her words drew him out of his thoughts and he nodded, draping his arm out the passenger window. <strong>"Da. Let's roll."</strong> The first word was slavic for 'yes'. It was a word he used often enough around the crew, Allison in particular, that she knew what it meant even though she didn't speak Russian or Ukrainian. He tried to teach her words here and there - but honestly he was starting to forget some of the languages. He'd been in America so long, with no real ties to his family back home or any slavic communities here.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras only kept in touch with his one older brother - and every time he talked to him he had to search and dig for words in his head. Nobody really knew much about Taras' family - he never really talked about them to anyone. Though when he was speaking another language on the phone, he figured they must have guessed by now it was family. His older brother didn't really talk to the rest of the family either - which is probably the only reason Taras bothered to keep in touch. That and just in case there was any word from his only younger sibling Vika, his sister. After Taras had been sent to America his brother said she left too. Taras was very close with her, and she didn't seem like the type who would run away. He worried that something bad had become of her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He looked over at Allison as she drove them both back North to Skunk Bay and the starting line... she reminded him of Vika. If he put any thought into it, he'd have realized Vika's disappearance was the reason why he had taken Allison in under his wing. He didn't though. He didn't think about those deep emotional things... unless he was drinking alot; in which case he always forgot before the next morning anyways. Whatever was creating the emotional barrier in Taras, it still hadn't hit the surface yet. He was a closed box which the crew occasionally got to peek inside when they partied really hard. Sometimes he warmed up to Allison, but even that didn't occur too frequently.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 13:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere along Highway 16<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras</span></span><br><hr><br><strong>"If you can... try to forget about it. For now."</strong><br><br><em>I can't.</em> "I will." One more lie for the road, what difference could it make now? At least this time it was for a good cause, not because Allison was being afraid or selfish. She didn't want Taras worrying about her during the race, she'd rather have him focus on the road and the other cars. He always poured all of himself into his driving, including his emotions, and she would prefer it if he wasn't agitated when he got behind the wheel tonight. Allison worried about Taras just as much as he did about her, even if she was a bit quieter and more subtle about it.<br><br>She scoffed lightly when her friend told her that he'd bet money on her to win, but it brought a faint smile to her lips all the same. Even now, he was still trying to cheer her up; somewhat clumsily, it had to be said, but it only made Ally appreciate it that much more since she knew that it didn't exactly come easily to him. It was just one of the many things that made him so endearing to her. She was one of the few people who knew Taras beyond the rugged and stoic exterior that he put forth, and she was grateful for it.<br><br>Allison shifted into first gear smoothly and slowly pulled the car away from the gas pumps and back out on to the small side road which would merge back into the highway a couple of hundred feet further down. Most cars that were highly modded for power had really rough clutches and stiff clutch pedals that made gear changes feel excessively choppy and grabby, but hers wasn't too bad in comparison, especially considering the amount of power and torque that it was capable of withstanding. <br><br>The rest of the ride back was uneventful enough. It was undeniably awkward, especially when there was the occasional prolonged silence, but they both did their best to make a bit of conversation. It was mostly about the race or the crew or the other cars they'd be competing against, though, since they'd agreed to hold off on the personal stuff until after. It would almost have felt like some strange sort of relief, knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about lying or keeping her fake story straight, but then the thought of a scornful Cori popped back into Allison's head and made her shudder.<br><br>There was still a bit of time left before the race started when they arrived back at the spot where Taras' Firebird was waiting for him, so Ally parked her own car next to it and they both got out. She was hoping to at least briefly meet up with the rest of the crew before things got underway. <em>It'll probably be the last time that I get the chance before Cori exiles me...or maybe she'll just kill me instead.</em> <br><br>"Thank you," was all that she said to Taras while they walked side by side, searching for their friends. <em>For being so patient; for not forcing me to explain before I was ready; for everything else.</em> Ally knew that he would understand her meaning. She knew that she was probably going to be an emotional wreck later when the floodgates were opened and the truth came spilling out, but for now she was managing to suppress everything and keep it together. For now, she still had a crew to represent and a race to win.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 03:26:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Foulweather Bluff, east of Seattle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Allison "Saurer"<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So she wouldn't feel too awkward, Taras tried to contribute to the conversation - even though he was mostly distracted by Allison's current state in limbo. Though he had no idea she was thinking the same thing, he also worried about how Cori would take the news. Trust was a big thing between the crew. It had to be, given their business and recreational activities. Even the new guy Ryan had gotten a pretty brutal initiation under the piercing eyes of the ever-watchful Cori. She had a cold and fierce demeanor, but he knew that deep down she had an affectionate side to her - an understanding side. It didn't show up often, but it seemed to be there right when she needed it to be.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He hoped for Allison's sake that Cori wouldn't punish her too harshly. He knew she couldn't get off scott-free. The crew relied on honesty and communication, and if his female counterpart gave someone on the crew a free-pass, the others might expect the same. He hoped that the wild blonde woman wouldn't look to him for advice on a punishment... he had no idea what would be fitting of such an error. And he <em>really</em> didn't want to be the one to have to lay the hammer down on his best friend. He tried to think of what he might say or do - since Cori frequently called upon him to be the enforcer of the group. He just fit the role naturally. Not that Cori wasn't able of holding her own and calling the shots - but she just had so many other things on her plate.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras did a quick look over his parked Pontiac after they got out of the car at Foulweather Bluff. Everything seemed to be in order - as he expected. Someone would have to be pretty brave to tamper with his car. The other racers around Seattle all knew who it belonged to, and they wouldn't touch it for fear of retaliation. The underground community new that his crew worked closely with the Triad Mafia - and that was a faction that nobody dared to anger. Currently the crew was on the Triad's good side - so they wouldn't mess with it either... though the relationship was beginning to get tenuous - mostly from the crew's point of view. The Triads had really increased the workload lately, and the pay wasn't much different. They were being used, but unfortunately they didn't really have any way out of the situation. The Chinese had way too much power and influence here in Seattle. Standing up against them would be suicide.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Thank you."</em> was all Allison said as they began to walk around and look at the other vehicles that were already showing up. He understood everything she meant in those words and he reached up to hug her shoulder briefly as they walked, <strong>"Don't worry. However bad it might seem, I'm still here for ya."</strong> Now and in the future. Regardless of the way Cori and the other crew member's felt about whatever it was that Allison was holding back - he would still be as much on her side as he possibly could. He was glad that he'd finally put her in a position to open up about it. Better for him to get the news first and figure out how they might go about breaking the news to Cori and the other crew members. It might not be as bad as he imagined... but then... it might be far worse. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Already there were at least a dozen cars parked in the scenic overlook parking lot. Only a couple of them belonged to racers that were participating tonight. The rest were spectators and new racers that couldn't quite compete to the level his crew and the Mafia were at. The tall Ukrainian gave a nod to one of the racers as they walked by. To another one he lifted his hand in greeting. Walking along next to Allison in the close and casual fashion they often did, many of them probably assumed that they were dating - though the thought never really occurred to Taras. He didn't really spend much thought on wondering what other people were thinking. It wasn't in his make-up to do so. He didn't really pay much attention to the other racers there - plagued as his thoughts were about the current situation with attractive young woman walking next to him. He kept his eyes peeled for other crew members showing up - as all their cars were quite recognizable.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 06:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> En Route to the Starting Line - Somewhere Along Highway 16<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nilcho</span></span><hr>Natalie was in a mood. <br><br>There was no placing where it started, or even what to call it. It was just as though something was lightly scratching the back of her neck, telling her to just be irritated. To be baffled and stumped was a feeling that the young blonde wasn't used to, especially in the virtual/electronic realm. As irked as she was, just thinking about that fact and all the blonde jokes that never really applied to her made her smile. Like many of the others in the crew, Natalie found peace and comfort on the roads. She did it more for the freedom and the special sort of emptiness that allowed her to think upon things that didn't occur to her in her regular day, while she could only assume that the others did it to whip around this corner and drift around that bend for the thrill of it all. On that thought, in a bout of recklessness, she sped her Honda CBR motorcycle into a turn, letting go of the throttle until she hit the apex, then roared through the rest of it. <br><br>That smile lingered much longer than the first.<br><br>Natalie wasn't known for her ability to ride her motorcycle to suicidal speeds or tracks, but the occasional thrill was enough to keep her tame for the most part. There was little in the name of confidence that would drive her to consider entering a race even if she wanted to. Her MO was to stay in the background, to help her crew do what they did best: steal cars. The young woman steered away from the driving side of the operation as if it was on principle. She could probably install little gizmos in their cars, different readers and gauges to give them a little edge on the competition, but she had no heart for it and the crew are lovely enough not to breathe down her neck about it. Natalie pinned it up to their appreciation of her work elsewhere.<br><br>Her heart settled from the rush she put herself through as she continued down the road to the starting line. Natalie caught the middle of a chill, electronic tune (http://youtu.be/7vi5Pt51Af4) through her headset that she had installed into her helmet. There was a fair chance that there was already a market for such things, but why bother buying it if you can make it on your own, right? Another one of her joys was indeed music and having it on the ride with her, alone, to the race track made her heart grow three sizes and her smile that much further from fading. Unfortunately, on her bike, she couldn't blare it for the sake of being able to hear the other patrons of the road and the humm of her engine underneath her. Not to mention it was just a plain hassle to make her iPod skip the occasional annoying song on her playlist, so it was safe to keep it quiet in those instances.<br><br>Mood? What mood?<br><br>Soon enough, the young blonde rolled up to the starting line, catching the usual, curious looks from the other drivers. It wasn't so much that they knew her and wanted to let her know that, but it was more in that they were wondering why someone was bringing a motorcycle to a car fight. Natalie was used to this and the veterans of the night time, illegal racing scene were quick to turn their heads back to their cars. While still atop of it, Natalie slowly guided her ride to the side of the road, well behind the starting line and began to get comfortable and be a regular spectator. With a heave, Natalie rolled her bike back up onto its main stand before removing her helmet, letting loose her flowing blond locks. She stayed there, blinking a few times to allow her golden brown eyes the time to adjust to more natural lighting, rather than the slight tint of her helmet. Stepping off her bike, she pulled each finger loose from her thick biking gloves, admiring the little vents around each knuckle as she did so. Not very eager to carry the heavy helmet around (which now had her gloves in it), Natalie strapped the bulky mess to her bike, turning away from it as soon as she did to walk around and hope to find someone from the crew. Even if this wasn't the best place to find the most upstanding citizens on the west coast, Natalie felt pretty safe leaving her helmet alone on her bike. For one, no one here was going to just take a helmet for the fun of it, because, two, Taras would hunt that unlucky soul down and teach him a lesson. Or at least she thought he would, it rarely came down to that for him anymore - something about jail time - she really didn't care to know. <br><br>Before getting too far away from her bike, Natalie stopped and took a moment to make sure she was in at least some sort of shape to be seen in public. Bending down at the waist, she checked to see if he hair was still in place, or at least managed to stay away from the dreaded helmet hair. She did well for the most part, thanks in part to the vents in her helmet. Considering she didn't feel there was anyone here to impress, she was going to be just fine. Straightening herself out, she went on to do the same to her clothes, opting to leave her black protective leather jacket on, along with her near-black jeans and straight black tall boots that had no heel to boast about, if only just for the ease of kicking her bike into gear. Natalie curled her lips into a frown, only now realizing just how morbid and dark (literally) her outfit was. Whatever. No one to impress, right?<br><br>Satisfied, with no real choice in the matter, the young woman walked from one end of the parking lot to the other, settling down by some fencing that saved anyone from getting too close to the scenic view. "<strong>Seattle,</strong>" Natalie said under her breath to no one in particular. It was more to just answer a trivia question never asked than to be informative. Who was around to hear, anyway?<br><br>There's that mood again.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 20:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Open<br><br><br><br>Tipene kept the Corvette's engine to a quiet rumble as he pulled up among the other racers.&nbsp; No sense in showing his hand early, after all.&nbsp; He found a parking spot a little bit away from the main gathering and let the engine rest, tucking the keys into his pocket as he slipped out of the car to walk among the crowd.&nbsp; In clean blue jeans, scuffed and well-worn black boots, a dark grey hoodie with the hood up to ward off the ever-present drizzle... he was almost inconspicuous.&nbsp; The height, the broad shoulders, and the way he walked with that unmistakable combination of confident authority and hints of violent action... those made him stand out in any crowd.<br><br>Rurik leaned casually against a building, ducked underneath an awning to avoid spillage and run-off from the roof, and watched the crowd.&nbsp; <em>No sign of Adriano yet...</em>&nbsp; Though he did notice a few members of the crew that Adriano used for jobs.&nbsp; Smart kids, good at their job.&nbsp; Maybe even as good as the primary crew he and Mr. Kwan had used back in California.&nbsp; <br><br>California.<br><br>He still seethed with quiet fury at the treachery that had cost him his home.&nbsp; Pathetic cowards.&nbsp; Bitter over Mr. Kwan's success, unwilling to see that his unification of the local gangs and streamlining control of the pipelines meant more money and power for the Triads in general.&nbsp; All they saw was their own personal profit margins dipping.&nbsp; Foolishness and greed.&nbsp; And as a result...&nbsp; Tipene still remembered the drive up to Seattle.&nbsp; His classic Corvette eating the miles of asphalt while Mr. Kwan laid out plans for a new rise to power in Seattle.&nbsp; He had offered the occasional piece of advice, and worked to make things fall into place as smooth and seamlessly as possible once they arrived in Washington.&nbsp; Muscle provided the way when initial diplomacy failed.&nbsp; Many of the newest pieces of construction in and around Puget Sound had a few skeletons hidden in the poured concrete of the foundations.&nbsp; And once word started getting out what happened to those that didn't see the light, diplomacy once again reigned supreme.&nbsp; Things only got easier when Mr. Kwan acquired Mayumi Takahashi's services.&nbsp; The subtle knife to Tipene's less-discriminate hammer.&nbsp; The half-Russian would not have put money on himself if she ever really decided to come after him.&nbsp; He was good, and he knew it, but she was... something else entirely.<br><br>Rurik's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.&nbsp; Recognizing the number as one of the security specialists waiting with Mr Kwan, he answered immediately. "Yes?"&nbsp; He listened quietly to the rundown of security around his employer while Mr. Kwan waited for the race to end.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; One of our men here will call to tell you when the race starts."&nbsp; Another quiet pause. "No, I have not seen Miss Ogata arrive yet.&nbsp; I have faith she will be here, though.&nbsp; She never misses a race without some sort of extenuating circumstance."&nbsp; He allowed himself a brief moment of lust over the Triad's star driver.&nbsp; Though she lacked that edge of danger that he found so appealing in Mayumi, Misaki was plenty attractive enough in her own right.&nbsp; Turning his attention back to the phone, he issued a few orders to Mr. Kwan's security forces and ended the call.<br><br>Now it's time to watch the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 21:32:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img265/8833/justinhartleyasryanmerc.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Mercer<br><strong>Title:</strong> Undercover Cop/The New Guy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>Ryan's drove his SLR past the drivers, giving a wave or a nod of his head to those he recognised as he drove past them since he had to establish himself on the race scene before he could even attempt to infiltrate the crew. As he parked he made sure he had enough room to open the Gull-Wing doors that come as standard on any SLR McLaren and stepped out before looking around. Since he wasn't racing tonight he had parked away from the actual racers and started looking around.<br><br>He thought he caught a glimps of Tipene Rurik across the way but given the distance could have been mistaken. As his eyes slowly scanned the area he spotted Taras and Allison no doubt preparing for the race and figured the rest of the crew had yet to arrive. It was then that he spotted Natalie on her own and looking to be in a bit of a mood. Glancing between Taras and Allison and Natalie, Ryan for the first time in a long time, didn't know what to do.<br><br>With a shrug he leaned into his car and grabbed his leather coat from the passenger seat and put it on. It was a long coat that flowed down to just above his ankles, which usually flowed gracefully behind him whenever it was windy. It also went well with the majority of clothes he wore which was another advantage. Today he'd kept it simple, wearing an old New York Rangers jersey with dark blue denim jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers.<br><br>Glancing between the two, he decided to go over to Natalie first, not only to see if he could cheer the girl up and help him gain the crew's trust but would also allow him to get to know her better, besides she would probably head over and meet up with the rest of the crew when they arrived anyway. Now all he had to do was get through all the people between them.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 04:35:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan Mercer</span></span><hr>It was far too easy to get lost in the scenery of downtown Seattle. The reds, whites, and yellows of the city lights casting itself on the night sky was hard to tear away from. She couldn't figure out what was doing it, but the picture was always changed by something. It was subtle, like a car entering her vision, maybe. It really didn't make sense, but it was an answer nonetheless and Natalie was a big fan of those. With a sigh, she turned around on her heel to face the parking lot again, this time lost in the headlights of the cars rather than the almost peaceful collection of lights miles away.<br><br>As soon as her eyes adjusted, Natalie immediately caught sight of The New Guy walking toward her. She began to panic. Not visibly, of course, but her insides jumping this way and that, the alarms in her head pounded. She did very well with people she's known for a long time, but it's always the first (ten) meetings that made the young blonde uncomfortable and awkward. A lot of guys found that cute, but it was absolute murder for her. Words never come easy; there's no such thing as steady conversation deeper than small talk, it was all plain awful. <br><br>Natalie closed her eyes for a few seconds, hard, before opening them wide again. She lost him in the lights, but he soon appeared again, much closer than before. She cursed at herself before taking a very, very forced casual stance against the fencing behind her. "<strong>Hey Ryan,</strong>" she started, her tone the furthest thing peppy and welcoming. Bringing the sleeve of her right hand over the same fist, Natalie coughed into it, as if that would suddenly make her sound like the confident, bright young woman she appeared to be. <br><br>"<strong>Er, sorry. I think I had something in my throat. I don't know. Do I still sound like a bag of shit?</strong>" Cursing always made things easier.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 21:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img265/8833/justinhartleyasryanmerc.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Mercer<br><strong>Title:</strong> Undercover Cop/The New Guy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><hr> <br><br>As he made his way through the people he saw Natalie spot him before blinking and losing him for a moment. He suppressed a smile when she found him again, only this time closer than she had expected him to be and shifted to what he would have to describe as one of the most forced casual stances he had ever seen in his life.<br><br><strong>“Hey Ryan,”</strong> she said, although the tone of her voice seemed to indicate she wasn't very happy to see him but before he could even muster a confused frown she brought her fist to her mouth and coughed in an attempt to cover it up.<br><br><strong>"Er, sorry. I think I had something in my throat. I don't know. Do I still sound like a bag of shit?</strong> <br><br>Ryan chuckled <strong>“Hey Natalie, no, you sound fine to me.”</strong>&nbsp; he replied as he leaned back against the fence as well, sensing an awkward silence begin to fill the air between the two of them.<br><br><strong>“So…”</strong> Ryan began, trying not to let that silence grow as he turned to look at the blonde <strong>“Went for the all black look eh? Nice, it works on you.”</strong> Internally he groaned surely he could have picked a better ice breaker than that? But hey if it worked then it would be fine and if not…well they say silence is golden.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 01:26:33</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> His current residence -&gt; his car<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adrian was at his place, fast asleep. The sun had just set, but that didn't change the fact that he had wanted to sleep until just before the race. He usually slept on edge, always on the lookout for an intruder. He had alarm systems, but he didn't entirely trust them. Damn technology, it just made things complicated. But then again, that usually benefited him in the long run. He had been living life on the edge like this for a while. He had the money to try to adopt a new life, but he didn't want to embrace the light. He had witnessed what had happened to his father after he had tried to go good. So he had taken to stealing cars, remodeling them, working with gangs. Half the time he simply disassembled the cars, and sold the parts. Other times, he interacted with gangs to get special parts for his own personal vehicles. He had a few hiding in garages around the city, although he supposed he was hedging his bets by keeping several, just for safety.<br><br>Then he had spied that other man going to steal the car, the man that seemed like one Adriano could trust. And indeed, him and Taras had become friends. Well, neither of them would likely use that word, if you could've convinced either of them to use that many words. But the relationship was close enough. Adriano was still surprised that Taras had trusted him with the money for tonight's race. Not that Adriano had other intentions, but the level he interacted with the Triads and other gangs around the city meant that most people didn't know who he really worked for, if anyone. He carried himself around like a freelancer, though, and his association with the crew was fairly new compared to most of the rest of the crew.<br><br>He woke up, in any case, as the race was nearing. He wasn't nervous in the least. He liked racing, but he hardly put as much superstition into racing as the others. He seemed to take it less seriously. That didn't mean he didn't like racing, though, he loved to drive, and to drive fast, and most of all, to win. And he liked prize money. That was always good. But it never made him nervous. He still had to prepare, though, it wouldn't do to still be drowsy when he was accelerating over 100mph in such a long race.<br><br>He had texted the woman from the Triads a while ago. He had some experience with working with different Triads, but never the one in Seattle. And he had been able to find out about them from various outside sources, but Yumi was his first inside contact, and he wanted to make sure he had a contact inside the Triad, especially considering how aggressive they were starting to become. Adriano had had his boys watching the movements, and the Triads had been active lately, though he still didn't have any concrete signs of trouble. But of course, if there were, he would know it was too late to do anything to prevent it.<br><br>Adriano showered, dressed in a casual outfit, a tight fitting T-shirt and some black jeans, and strolled out of his current residence, an apartment conveniently located near the start of the race. He moved somewhat frequently, as he was paranoid and didn't like staying in any one location too long. Though he did stay long enough that it wasn't a pain in the ass to move all the time. He carted most of his important possessions around with him, or in his car, in any case.<br><br>Adriano strolled to the nearby garage, and revved up the engine of a car he had been tinkering with lately, with a few new experimental parts. As he turned on the headlights and revved up the engine, a dark smile spread across his face. The nighttime was his element, and as he drove out onto the roads, he felt himself waking up to the fresh air, ready to race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 03:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan Mercer</span></span><hr>Natalie did her best to hide the relief of Ryan coming to see her and not be immediately turned off by her general terribleness. She kind of figured he was being kind about the way she greet him, but she wasn't going to turn away a freebie. He looked her over quite blatantly, nearly making the young blonde cave into herself in embarrassment. If she wasn't going to do it just yet, the comment on her black outfit would have pushed her over for sure.<br><br>Groaning, Natalie didn't bother looking at Ryan when he gave her a compliment. She just kind of figured it for a typical boy thing to say to a girl and didn't put much weight on it, but still, he was trying. "<strong>Uh, yeah. It just kind of happened that way. Not too much you can do with your outfit when you're riding a bike around.</strong>"&nbsp; <br><br>Now making a conscious effort not to seem cold, the blonde turned her head to Ryan, taking notice of his own attire. Casual was the first word that popped into her head. Thinking to the other drivers, most liked to show themselves off or fall into a certain niche with their clothing. It was funny, now that she thought about it. You either had the guys that clearly took care of themselves or the ones that were just tough and thugged out as if racing was secondary to taking names. The crew was somewhere in between, a mix of eclectic taste and desperate screams of individuality. Absolutely nothing was wrong with that.<br><br>Nat came back to the real world when she caught on to the fact that she was practically staring at Ryan's chest, though sidelong. She shook herself and blinked twice to refocus, then blurted out something stupid just to shift the awkwardness from one thing to another. "<strong>New York, huh? Guess you can't wait for the hockey season to start this year.</strong>"<br><br>If only she knew how stupid that would be come October.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 03:46:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Tipene, Adriano</span></span><br><hr><br><strong>"Don't worry. However bad it might seem, I'm still here for ya."</strong><br><br>Allison knew that it was true; she would have known it even if Taras hadn't said a word. Not only was his unconditional devotion one of the most precious gifts that a person could give, but with her parents gone, it also represented the only safety net in her life. Ally appreciated it more than she'd be able to put into words, although knowing that she was undeserving of it did sent a pang of guilt and sadness through her.<br><br>Thankfully, there were more distractions around to help keep her mind off things than there had been in her car when the two of them were all alone. They ran into a few other racers or people otherwise affiliated with the underground racing scene and exchanged greetings while making their way around the area in search of their friends. Ally got a couple of prolonged glances, but nobody dared let their eyes wander too blatantly with the built-like-a-tank and somewhat infamous Taras walking at her side.<br><br>Not that she really noticed any of that. Allison's choice of attire was primarily an outlet for her to channel an idea or an emotion that was currently at the forefront of her mind, not something that she consciously employed to garner a reaction from people. Especially not to try to entice or seduce boys (or girls), as that was an endeavour that was well out of Ally's comfort zone. The few instances in the past when she'd attempted to seem beguiling had ended up being so clumsy and awkward that she decided to leave the arts of seduction to those who had the proper instincts and mindset to employ them without embarrassing themselves.<br><br>Of the fact that most people who didn't really know them too closely immediately assumed that she and Taras were a couple, however, she was quite aware. Neither of them made any effort to correct anyone who made the mistake, though they didn't intentionally try to play it up either. Ally had always just laughed it off when she was younger - in fact they'd often joked about it together after the fact - but recently it was more prone to make her wonder than to make her laugh. And that stirred up all kinds of conflicting thoughts and feelings which she wasn't prepared to deal with; not for the last six months, and certainly not minutes before the summer's inaugural race.<br><br>Ally scanned the surrounding area before she got too carried away inside of her own head, using that as busy work to keep herself distracted. She suspected that she'd recognized the headlights from one of Adriano's rides and modified her course to take her towards it with Taras still following right beside her like a shadow - albeit a big, muscular shadow.<br><br>As soon as she spied the other man whose silhouette vaguely resembled Taras' in a particularly dark shadow cast by the only nearby building, it was as if Ally's stomach had caved in, leaving nothing but a deep, hollow void. <em>Rurik</em>. She didn't know him personally (thankfully), but he was still unmistakable. It was something about his demeanour, or maybe it was that thickly menacing aura that seemed to emanate from him. Whatever it was, it made all kinds of warning bells sound off in Ally's head, and every instinct in her being told her to run the other way. <br><br>With most people that worked directly for the Triads - and she knew for an almost-fact that he not only worked for them but that he was even somewhere pretty high up in the hierarchy - you were afraid of the affiliation with the crime syndicate first and the individual second. With Rurik, you were just afraid of Rurik from the get go. Or at least Allison was. She'd avoided him whenever he was present while the crew delivered cars, she avoided him before the races, and she sure as hell did her best to avoid him <em>during</em> the races most of all. Even so, he'd still managed to sneak his way into a few of her dreams from time to time...dreams which subsequently turned into nightmares shortly following his arrival.<br><br>A particularly vivid flashback from the last one made Ally shudder. The next thing that she knew, she had an arm interlocked with one of Taras' and she'd pulled herself closer, probably clinging to him more tightly than she'd have liked. Her uneasiness wasn't completely dissipated, but she still came away with an instant and substantial feeling of relief nonetheless. It was like finding a flash-light with full batteries during a power outage where you happen to find yourself all alone. Even the smell of him was comforting. For half a heartbeat, Ally was tempted to place her other hand on Taras' chest and rest her head against his shoulder, but then all of the usual doubts and questions came rushing back, putting a swift end to that idea.<br><br>Wordlessly, Allison headed towards the spot where she thought that she'd seen Adriano park, pulling Taras along with her while hoping that he'd react to everything in his own typical fashion: with stoicism and silence. Ally didn't know if she could bring herself to lie again and pretend that she was simply cold or something, but she didn't want to provoke her friend's incredibly fierce defensive streak either to make sure that he didn't go and do something stupid (like confronting Rurik because he gave her the creeps), so it would make things much easier if nobody said anything. Then they could safely chat with Adriano for the few minutes that remained before it would be time to form up on the starting line and all would be well, or at the very least well enough.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 13:52:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Watanabeint1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Name: Mr Kwan<br>Title: Dragon's Head<br>Location: Golden Gate Hotel<br>Tags: Open<br><br></span><hr><br>"Master Kwan, Mr Rurik reports that everything is taken care of, a contact will call us once the race starts. However, Miss Ogata has yet to arrive..."<br><br>The young man was Mr Kwan's personal servant. The only thing that separated him from a butler was the title. He was very good at his job, having been trained since he was a child back in Taiwan to serve Bamboo Union masters. Mr Kwan had taken him with him over to America, mostly because his fondness of the boy. He was almost like a son. But he was also a most excellent bodyguard at that. Underneath the neat and proper exterior rested a furious tiger ready to pounce. That was what truly separated the common butler from a Triad servant.<br><br>"Very well. Perhaps it is time we got prepared."<br><br>The older man balanced on some hefty stones out in the middle of his zen garden as he raked and groomed it. He was clad in a simple traditional suit of his home country, rather loose in the legs and arms. He now jumped from stone to stone like a crane, holding his rake horizontally to help keep the balance. As he reached the edge he slipped, but his servant was quick, his hands darting out and hauling Mr Kwan in.<br><br>"Thank you Chen... would you go down and prepare the car for departure. I am just going to change into my business suit."<br><br>As the servant bowed and slipped away he made his way back towards the living area of his penthouse at the top of the Golden Gate Hotel. As he entered he was met by his son and daughter, 8 and 10 years old, who had waited patiently while he was out in the garden. Now they rained down questions and stories of their day at him while he hunched down to their level, smiling and answering them, briefly accosting his son for speaking English instead of Mandarin to his father. After that he walked over to his wife with a smile and kissed her on the cheek. While he didn't desire her in the traditional way, they loved each other none the less. They spoke Hakka to each other whenever the children wasn't supposed to hear. All politics, about the upcoming ball at the Hotel, which would feature many political powers from around the world along with celebrities and of course the Triad leaders of the East Coast. With such allies, Kwan hoped to dominate the whole West again. He stripped himself of his traditional suit and began putting on his western counterpart, while his wife changed back to Mandarin to talk about his coming birthday and what they should do. His children had a lot of ideas, but in the end Mr Kwan decided that he would treat his family to a night out rather than the usual dinner at the hotel. Dinner at some fancy restaurant, perhaps even a trip to the local fairground down by the docks. As he left to the cheer of his children he gave his wife's worried gaze a reassuring wink. It was going to work out fine, after all they would have the expertise of Mr Rurik watching them.<br><br>As he arrived in the garage and sat in the backseat of the just about nuclear proof Mercedes he took out his phone and made a call. As Chen drove out into the traffic he finally reached Rurik.<br><br>"Tip, I want you to call up Miss Ogata and tell her that I would like to see her at the finish-line tonight. If you feel it is necessary, you can remind her what happened to the last driver who didn't show up at his appointed race. Thousand cuts tend to bleed the body out, especially since the cocksucker tried to skip town with <em>my</em> racecar and a million dollars. I wouldn't want that to happen to her."<br><br>He took a few seconds to calm down before he continued.<br><br>"Also I would like to arrange a meeting with Mr Markovski this weekend. See to it that he understands the urgency of the matter."[/font]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 07:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/nikkoss29/albums/230518/thumbs/Kelly%20Hu%205.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div>Name: Mayumi Takahashi<br>Title: Dragons Talon<br>Location: Foulweather Bluff<br>Tags:open<br><br>Yumi sat on her bike, the window brushing along her skin. Her raven black hair swaying around her. Her hands came up and pulled it up into a ponytail. She couldn't have her hair blocking her view of the race. She had scooted out hours ahead to find a place that over looked most of the roads they would use. She placed mobile cameras up in any of the area's she couldn't see. Her phone allowing her to pull up the images quickly. So she could keep track of the triads racer and boss as well as the possibly take out one of her standing marks. <br><br>She stood above the bluff, holding a scope to her eye. The case on her back held her long range riffle. She also had a few other weapons stashed on her person. But she hoped that there would end up being no need for them. If all else failed she'd ride down on her bike and get up close and personal. She informed superiors of her actions and where she would be. She was used to being the unseen force of the triad and had come to terms with life in the shadow.<br><br>Her position would allow her to get to where she needed to be quickly enough. She looked over the landscape, her scope making it easy to see people were starting to gather already. She never understood why people took racing so seriously. The expenses the rivalries, did the Triad really not have anything better to do then to worry about some street punks? But Yumi never questioned them, always did what she was told....well almost. But her private affairs didn't interfere with her work nor did it threaten her employer. Yumi would wait till it got closer to race time to assemble her rifle. <br><br>For the brief moment she closed her eyes and let the wind play along her skin. The air was still warm and brief moment of calm washed over her. She took slow deep breaths, and for a moment nothing matter. The world wasn't too far to touch, she wasn't set to hurt someone, she was just a woman...enjoy a moment. And as silly as it was, these moments meant more to her then anyone would know.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 08:31:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> His car -&gt; Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, Ryan, Allison, Taras, Tipene<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adriano enjoyed his little cruise to where the race was supposed to start, but he knew that he would have to keep his eyes open once he got there. The Triad was sure to be there, and making mistakes around the Triad never lead to good news. Adriano's car roared as it rolled into the lane near where the rest of the crew was parked, and he looked back to make sure the money was safely with him. Satisfied, he picked it up as he stood up and got out of the car. He didn't want to misplace it, so the safest place to keep it would be on him.<br><br>As he stood up, he surveyed the scene, his natural first instinct nowadays. Natalie and that new guy were talking near a fence. Natalie was the kind of person Adriano liked to have on his team, the one who could take care of all the technology that he couldn't. The new guy was a bit of a stranger to the group. Adriano had scoped him out a bit, but had seen no connections between him and the Triad. He didn't seem particularly menacing, but he would have to keep an eye on him anyways. He didn't look like he fit in with all the rest of them quite as well as they did.<br><br>Noticing movement towards him, he noticed Allison and Taras walking towards him. It was odd, they looked like such a couple at times, but he didn't think anything had actually happened between them. Or was it a big brother little sister thing? Adriano couldn't tell, but the tight grasp of Allison on Taras was unusual. What could that mean... Which was when Adriano spotted Tipene. A few of his boys around the area had alerted him the Triad was lurking around, but they had failed to mention that Tipene was here. That meant trouble was in the air. Adriano wasn't really scared of much, but he wasn't foolish, and knew that he should always stay careful near Tipene. He didn't want to be the one to slip up.<br><br>Shifting his attention back to Allison and Taras, he held the bag up in front of him, towards Taras. "It's here." he said simply, as if he was holding a simple package.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 14:16:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img265/8833/justinhartleyasryanmerc.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Mercer<br><strong>Title:</strong> Undercover Cop/The New Guy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, Allison, Taras, Tipene, Adriano<br><hr> <br>Ryan smiled and glanced down at his jersey for a moment <strong>“Yeah definitely my favourite sport and being born and raised in New York it had to be the Rangers for me. The rest of the family are Islander fans though which makes life interesting.”</strong><br><br>“<strong>So uh…I know I’m new around here and everything.”</strong> He began, running a hand through his hair and then across the back of his neck in an attempt to appear nervous <strong>“But are you okay? It wasn’t really hard to notice that expression on your face as I came over, you seemed to be in a mood.”</strong> He hesitated for a moment <strong>“But feel free to tell me to mind my own business if I’m crossing a line.”</strong> He added, before smiling at her in an attempt to let her now he wouldn't be offended if she didn't want to say.<br><br>As he waited for Natalie to reply he faced forward and glanced around the area, spotting Adriano arrive and quickly noticing Taras and Allison walking towards him. Adriano seemed like an okay guy but Ryan hadn’t really interacted with him much since his arrival in the group. Taras and Allison was difficult to pin down, on the one hand it seemed they had a brother/sister connection going on, but at other times there were hints of potential romance there. Leaning back against the fence Ryan shrugged slightly, only time would tell on that front.<br><br>As his eyes continued to trace the area it wasn’t hard to miss Tipene, even when he was back in New York, Ryan had heard of him. Then he’d read the reports the Seattle office had given him and felt his instincts kick into a slightly higher gear, just in-case things kicked off he wanted to be ready.<br><br>His survey of the area had only taken a few seconds to do before he turned his head back to Natalie.&nbsp; <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 02:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan, Adriano, Allison, Taras</span></span><hr>"<strong>Yeah, cool.</strong>" Natalie said bluntly in response to Ryan's interest in hockey. Again, she wasn't the most knowledgeable on the subject, let alone sports in general. Did Seattle have a soccer team? There wasn't a lot of time to think on it, thankfully, as Ryan went on to talk about how he was new to these parts, as well as how concerned he was for her. The blonde quirked an eyebrow at him, a little more than curious about how someone could even pretend to worry about someone else after such a short period of time let alone genuinely mean it. Natalie passed it off as a guy just trying to reel her in, so didn't read into it too much.<br><br>"Thanks, Ryan. I appreciate the thought but I'm alright." Well, she didn't really appreciate the thought, but she didn't want to be the one that scared off the new guy just because she's a bit frigid and a lot awkward. Feeling a tad bit guilty, Natalie followed Ryan's eyes in an effort to bring back his attention. That went up in smoke as soon as she saw the rest of the crew (or rather, Adriano, Allison, and Taras) hanging out by the Italian's car like he had just gotten out of it. <br><br>With a huff, Natalie pushed herself off of the fence, patting down her bum to clear off any gathered dust on the concrete base, whether there was some or not. Without a word, she gestured to Ryan with a tilt of her head to follow her over to them. Whether he did or not, she wasn't too concerned, but the presence of those she was more familiar with was much more appealing than the continued petty small talk she was going to keep having with Ryan. Crowds were where she liked to be - it made it easier for her to just become part of the scenery and just... observe.<br><br>Natalie hustled her way over to the trio, something between a jog and a skip to get her there that much faster. She took a quick note on how close Allison and Taras were, but much like with Ryan, she didn't put much thought into it. They were always close. Always. The matter of their relationship was nothing she cared to bother herself with. It really wasn't a matter of whether she would be happy to see them together or not, but more that she just simply didn't care. <br><br>Allison was as good as a friend as any amongst the crew for Natalie. Them being girls made it that much easier to connect, but they never really hung out on a level beyond just being in the crew. That was no fault of the younger girl, though, Natalie just wasn't a fan of one-on-one situations, avoiding them if she could help it.&nbsp; She felt that Allison had always done right by her and she would have no problem returning the favour.<br><br>Taras, although Natalie new him a bit longer than she new Allison thanks to her Asia departure, was much in the same boat as the redhead. He has established a bit of a reputation as the crew's brute, but Natalie could tell that he would sooner beat the crap out of someone than see one of his own hurt. It was comforting having him around for that fact alone. As the distance between herself the the three of them crew smaller, she wondered why she had never thought of Taras in a way beyond just Taras. Her jog-skip came down to a slow walk as she thought about it, but as soon as she caught another glimpse of Allison, the answer was clear.<br><br>Stepping up to the crew, Natalie half-squinted her eyes and waved happily to them all. It was a standard Natalie greeting when she was in the mood - most of the crew members would have seen it every time they come into her office / living space in the loft where she could usually be found half-naked while working on the next big heist or project. She had a thing against locked doors and clothing when she was in her space.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 07:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Foulweather Bluff, east of Seattle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Allison, Tip, Adriano, Natalie, Ryan<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the two continued to walk, the casual stroll was altered slightly when Allison caught his arm and seemed to walk a little closer. It was something so small, but it took him way back to their early days - the very first race he'd taken her to. She was quite skittish from her first near-disastrous experience and she had clung to him back then in the very same fashion she was now. He didn't put much thought into it other than the quick flashback - and immediately his protective instincts went on alert. His sharp grey eyes scanned the scene for what might have spooked Allison and it didn't take him long to spot 'Tip'. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The man always made Taras curious. Like Taras, he was also of Slavic decent, though the rivalry between Russians and Ukrainians was no small thing. Ukrainians had a deep seeded anger and bitterness against 'mother Russia' ever since Stalin's reign. It was so extreme that the hate hadn't died down even through a few generations - the only ethnic division that rivaled it was the Israeli-Palestinian one, because they were just so damn religious about it. The Russians and Ukrainians were just as violent, but they expressed their disdain in much less destructive ways...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Racing was a good way to vent it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras had an unspoken war going on with Tip on the race track. The two of them always seem to push past their normal limits when they happened to be neck and neck. Coming in anywhere behind the Russian was completely unacceptable as far as Taras was concerned, tonight would be no different. He offered the out-of-place Triad a passing nod. Maybe out of mutual respect between bitter rivals... or maybe due to the fact that the two were accomplices - despite their rival heritages. Tip was who the crew answered to, and usually Taras was the one that would deal with him. The tall Ukrainian preferred dealing with Adriano, but that wasn't always possible. Tip was who Adriano dealt with, getting requisition lists and the gateman at the port where they brought the cars to be smuggled out. Taras always wondered how he'd gotten tied in with the Chinese... he seemed far too independent and proud to be satisfied being Mr. Kwan's personal assistant... but then he was a powerful man, on many fronts. The benefits Tip reaped from that arrangement were probably well worth it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras just leaned slightly closer to Allison as he let his vision slip from Tipene, it was a subconscious action; but perhaps it would make her feel more at ease - or both of them for that matter. The younger woman began to steer him off in another direction though, and when Taras began scanning the scene again he saw where she was leading them. Adriano was waiting patiently next to his ride - always calm, always collected. Before Taras or Allison even had a chance to speak Adriano held up a bag and gave his report. Always business with that man. He could relax once in a while, but never fully. He was always thinking, always prepared.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Up came one of those tattooed hands to grasp the bag and he offered a nod to the associate. For whatever reason, Taras seemed to trust Adriano more than most people did - and it had seemed to create some type of silent bond between the two. Like Adriano, Taras didn't trust anyone around here. He didn't trust the triads, the other racers, or anyone really. Only the crew members; and even <em>they</em> were always under a watchful eye. That was Taras, quiet, perceptive, but he had a caring and compassionate spirit somewhere deep inside. It was why he'd confronted Allison this evening. Of course he trusted her, in spirit; but he knew she had secrets, and though he would be understanding with her... his exterior persona would be wary. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was because of the way he'd grown up, all by himself - no one on his side. He was slowly changing, slowly learning what it meant to be a friend, to trust and to be trustworthy... but he was still a work in progress. <em>That</em> was why he seemed to relate best with Adriano, why he seemed to trust him when he probably shouldn't; because he understood the man, he understood that constant cautioned look and watchful gaze. Taras didn't even bother to open the bag and check to make sure it was all there - and he didn't need to. For whatever reason, Adriano had seemed to cling to Taras' and Cori's crew. He tried to be a man of few loyalties, but this particular group had grown on him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The bag was full of the entrance fees all of the crew members that were racing tonight had fronted. Taras thought it best to let Adriano hold them for safe keeping. Not too long from now that bag would be filled with the other racer's entrance fees - and it would go right back to Adriano until the conclusion of the race. For now, however, it was in Taras' hands; since he was the one hosting the summer opener. It wasn't as big as the other major races that took place in the summer, but it was just as profound. All the big names took part in the event. Taras was well known in the Seattle underground, he was one of the best - though he didn't race as much as he used to. He liked hosting the first race of the summer to gauge the competition ahead of time, it was something he'd started a few years ago and now it was practically tradition. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He then glanced down to Allison before looking back up to Adriano, <strong>"Find any takers for my 3 to 1 odds on Allison?"</strong> In addition to holding the race winnings, Taras had also given the man another decent sum of money as a deposit for a side bet. He'd asked Adriano to see if he could find anyone willing to take bets against Allison. The deal was $100 minimum bets, which Taras had agreed to pay triple on if she lost. He had full confidence in her ability, and he thought the odds were a steal. It was no knock on any of the other racers in their particular crew - they all knew Allison was probably the best when it came to the suburban races with tight corners and lots of preparation. It was just her niche. Maybe it came from her experience racing Formula One with all of those intricacies and constantly traveling around the world racing on different tracks. Who knows; but she was brilliant at these types of showdowns.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Not a split second after he'd finished speaking did Natalie come bouncing up with her usual squint and wave. She'd been with the crew for quite a while now, but she still had that aura of an outsider - but by now it had to be choice. It wasn't that she wasn't an integral part of the unit, or a close trusted member... she was. It was just her personality. She stayed on the perimeter. She was different than the rest of them. Sure she was into fast cars and everything, but she didn't crave the adrenaline rush like the rest of them - it was in her mind, not her veins. She was a whiz with all things electrical, and she wasn't bad behind the wheel (whether it was two or four)... she just didn't participate. Taras wondered if maybe stealing cars was already plenty enough mischief for a sweet innocent young girl like herself. Sometimes he wondered what motivated her to do what she did for the crew, but he never openly questioned her about it. She was too important and too skilled; and more than that, she was just a pleasant person to be around - even if it was awkward at times. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Ryan wasn't far behind her and Taras offered yet another nod to the both of them. While Natalie <em>felt</em> like an outsider to Taras at times... Ryan actually was. He had been with the crew for a while now, and he'd seemed like a pleasant, talented guy. He was also brilliant behind the wheel and at evading the cops whenever they got into a bind. He'd been a go-to-guy lately on the recent boosts, but Taras was still wary of him. Even though he couldn't exactly figure out why. The Ukrainian hadn't yet - and would probably never suspect his true identity - because Ryan just didn't fit the bill for a cop in Taras' mind. He hadn't even entertained the idea. Cops seemed so plain, predictable, and boring... but Ryan was far too eccentric for him to even suspect that out of the man. Taras had welcomed him in, but he was under a close watch more than anyone else a part of the crew. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now that the majority of the crew had assembled, other racers on the outside had taken notice and the ones who would be participating tonight started heading their way so they could toss their dough in the pot. Each competitor had his own following and was probably a leader of their own crew somewhere else in the city. Some of them suspected that Taras and Cori's gang worked for the Triads, but none of them really knew for sure. Rumors were rumors, but you didn't make it far in this scene by assuming; so nobody really acted on their suspicions. They were just here to race, and nothing else. Some for the winnings, some for the fame, and others for the respect of Taras and his crew. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was no secret that they fielded the top racers in the region - with only the Triad's racers that sat on the same level - mostly because they had so much money to stuff under the hood of their rides. The Chinese really only had two talented racers that won for reasons other than pumping cash into their motors. Tip was of course one of them, and Misaki was the other. Neither one could be underestimated. It would be an exciting race. In about fifteen or twenty minutes everyone would be heading back to their rides to form up at the starting line. Some of the spectators were already taking off to get a head start to be waiting at the finish line to witness the final outcome.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:09:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Adriano, Mr Kwan<br><br><br>Tipene got off the phone with his boss and sighed quietly.&nbsp; Mr. Kwan could be... difficult... when his anger was up.&nbsp; Ah, well.&nbsp; His fingers skillfully worked the buttons on his phone, preparing a text message for Adriano.&nbsp; He hated the abbreviated 'txtspeak' that was so common these days and refused to use it, preferring proper spelling and short, direct messages.&nbsp; He didn't even have a smartphone, by choice.&nbsp; All he wanted was a simple device capable of voice and SMS communication.&nbsp; Anything else more complex than that was properly delegated to a computer.&nbsp; With a simple thumb-press, the message was away and half of his duty was fulfilled.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Tell Markovski I want to see him after the race. - Rurik</tt><br><br>Now for the other part of his orders...&nbsp; Miss Ogata was not on his speed dial, but she was listed among his contacts.&nbsp; A few moments later he had her on the phone and the conversation was... brief.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Ah joy, more good news...</em><br><br>Tipene got back on the phone for a quick call to the hotel, and then rang his boss again.<br><br>"Yes, sir.&nbsp; I spoke with Miss Ogata just a few minutes ago.&nbsp; She sends her profound apologies, but seems to be having trouble with the car.&nbsp; I have taken the liberty and dispatched some mechanics from one of our nearby garages as well as put a tow truck on standby just in case they need to bring her in.&nbsp; From the sound of things, it is probably an issue with the electrical system.&nbsp; Those vary from simple fixes to multi-day wire chasing nightmares.&nbsp; Our mechanics will call me with the details when they have taken a better look at it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 01:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Adriano, Natalie, Ryan</span></span><br><hr><br>Allison gently untangled her arm from Taras' and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder when he mentioned the side-bet that he had going on again, feeling a bit awkward. It was an amazing compliment that he was so confident in her abilities, especially coming from him since he was quite an accomplished racer himself on top of being perhaps the person who's opinion mattered to her the most, but she never knew how to react properly to something like that. Allison's cheeks flushed with a subtle hue of pink, although it probably wasn't really noticeable in the relative darkness of the night, and she glanced down at Adriano's shoes while brushing the hair on one side of her head behind her ear like she always did whenever she was feeling nervous or embarrassed.<br><br>They were nice shoes. Expensive, Italian leather, nothing could really have been more appropriate on Adriano. Ally had had a pretty huge crush on him when they'd first met to the point where she hardly even dared to speak with him, but she'd gotten over it after a while and they'd become pretty okay friends. He seemed like a nice guy as far as she could tell, and he was quite knowledgeable about a lot of things both empirical and practical, so he was always a fun person to talk to. They had quite a bit in common despite also being very different in many respects, so they could still relate to one another pretty well.<br><br>Ally gave him a quick little wave and a smile before spotting Natalie and Ryan who'd just walked up together to join them. She gave Natalie a hug, because they were also good friends as far as she knew, but she kept it brief and not too intimate since she knew that the blonde wasn't particularly big on the whole 'warm relationship' type of thing. It was kind of hard for Allison to wrap her head around that whole concept, since she'd always been desperate to find people that she could be close with while Nat seemed to almost actively avoid it, but she did her best to respect that preference all the same. <br><br>The two of them got along just fine, and it felt like they were steadily (albeit slowly) getting closer and closer as time went on, so Ally content to just let things develop at their own pace, or whatever pace Nat was comfortable with. Anyways, nobody had ever accused her of being excessively pushy or outgoing, so it wasn't such a hard thing for her to do.<br><br>She gave Ryan a similarly quick hug as well afterwards, since she thought that it might be awkward if she didn't and she was always trying to make him feel more at home within the crew since he was new and all. Ally knew that it wasn't easy jumping into an already established group like that, and she certainly hadn't forgotten all of the times where she'd felt alone and ignored during her childhood, so the last thing that she wanted to do was make anyone else feel that way, especially a new crew member. They hadn't had time to get to know each other that well yet, but he seemed cool enough and he was an excellent driver, so Ally didn't see any reason why they wouldn't end up as good friends.<br><br>"So how come you're sitting out?" she asked him with genuine curiosity and a tiny hint of disappointment. Ally loved racing against good competition, and Ryan was better than 'good' from what she'd seen and heard, so she'd been looking forward to going up against him in a real race. Plus, one more crew member on the track meant that much more of a chance that one of them would take home first prize, and that was never bad either.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 06:51:32</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> His car -&gt; Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Allison, Rurik, Natalie, Ryan<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>As Taras and Allison came by, Adriano was keeping an eye on Rurik, who seemed to be texting away. Seeing the big man typing on such a small phone was a sight to see, and Adriano almost chuckled, except of course he didn't even crack a smile. Returning his attention to Taras, he nodded. "Odds like that, I'd be bound to find at least a few bidders." he said. In sort of an unspoken way, this meant that there was quite a substantial bet against Allison, especially with odds that good. Adriano thought it best to keep the exact number a secret, at least while Allison was around. Not that she would be particularly sensitive to learning how much was riding on her, but it would probably just disrupt her rhythm. <br><br>Adriano would take the money with him and give it to his crew. Like him, his crew was rather untalkative, which he liked about them. They were efficient and trustworthy, at least to him, because they understood each other and worked together well. They would hold the money during the race, since Adriano didn't want to risk keeping the money with him during the race in case something happened. Races like these got risky, especially considering the cast of people that was around. Not exactly the kind of people who'd take kindly to losing.<br><br>Taras seemed to somehow strike a special connection with Adriano, and it worked both ways. Taras had Adriano's word, and Adriano was a part of the crew, even if he wasn't that well acquainted with most of the others. He was being trusted with a rather large sum of money after all. He felt his phone vibrate as he received Rurik's message. Adriano realized who it was from as soon as it rang, as he saw Rurik put his phone away and smirk. Even from a distance, Adriano knew that the text on his phone meant trouble. As Natalie and Ryan walked over and joined them, Adriano receded a bit from the group as he read his phone. He wasn't keen on conversation for the moment, in any case. Blinking as he read the message, he tapped Taras on the shoulder, so he would turn around and have his back to the rest of the crew, as he showed Taras the message on his phone. "We should wait until after the race to respond." he said simply. He wanted to warn Taras in case something fishy was up, but the actual message could be responded to after the race, when they had more time to decide how to proceed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 11:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img265/8833/justinhartleyasryanmerc.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Mercer<br><strong>Title:</strong> Undercover Cop/The New Guy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Allison, Adriano, Natalie, Taras<br><hr> <br><br>Ryan had spotted the others starting to gather and wordlessly followed Natalie when she started making her way over towards them thankful that their awkward small talk was finally over, watching as she jogged away from him. <em>Jeez am I that bad?</em> He thought, wondering if she was just happy to see the crew or trying to get away from him. With a slight shake of his head to clear the thought he glanced around, nodding a few of the other drivers he’d raced against in the past.<br><br>He was only a few paces behind Natalie and wasn’t surprised to see that Allison and Taras were together. Now there was an interesting relationship, it was obvious that the two were close almost a brother/sister type thing but Ryan could see a potential romantic relationship there, at least from the glimpses he’d seen Allison give Taras every now and then. Taras on the other hand was hard to read, even for someone like Ryan who was trained to read people.<br><br>He returned Taras’s nod with one of his own when he arrived and had to admit he already respected the man, he was strong and very loyal to the crew. Ryan had become the go-to-guy on their boosting runs lately and knew he had the man’s respect, at least when it came to his driving skill. Still Ryan also knew that Taras was still wary of him and wondered if that would ever change down the line.<br><br>Ryan gave a quick nod to Adriano as well. Out of everybody he knew Adriano was the most like him really. He walked a line between the crew and the Triads, just like Ryan walked the line between the crew and the FBI and as such knew that both of them would probably be keeping an eye on the other as time passed. <br><br>He watched as Allison hugged Natalie and was just about to say hi when she turned and have him a quick hug, wasn’t expecting that…he thought but returned the hug with a smile, although they hadn’t really spent much time together she’d always gone out of her way to make him feel welcome, which he appreciated and really couldn’t see why they wouldn’t end up being good friends.<br><br><strong>“So how come you’re sitting out?</strong>” she asked as she pulled away from the hug.<br><br>Ryan smiled at the tiny hint of disappointment he heard in her voice “I wish I wasn’t.” He said as he pointed over his shoulder in the general direction of his car “Car trouble. One of the engine cylinders blew in my last race and the replacement hasn’t come yet, she’s drivable but I don’t like racing her when she’s not at its best.”<br><br>He paused and grinned at her, decided to have a bit of fun “Besides, truth be told I'm a little scared. From everything I’ve heard you’re a great driver and I’d hate for you to humiliate me in our first race together, this way I can scout you out and lose with a little bit of my dignity intact when we do eventually go against each other.” <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 02:56:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan, Adriano, Allison, Taras</span></span><hr><br>Natalie was greeted in much the same manner that she had greeted the rest of the crew - warm, but with not a whole lot of talking to go with it. She was happy with that. As long as she was at least recognized for being there, fading into the background at that point would be preferred. Well, that was until Allison had come over, all smiles, to give the blonde a quick little hug. It wasn't awkward in the slightest, as the computer expert came to expect such gestures from the other girl, but Natalie still froze for a brief moment before returning the hug in earnest.<br><br>There was no real telling why Natalie was as peculiar and awkward as she was. She didn't think she was, anyway. It was just that she didn't want to get too close to people too quickly in fear that they will just end up hurting her, or she them. In a backwards sort of way, her lack of emotion was because she had far too much of it. There was no making sense of it now, anyway, perhaps it could be saved for a couch and an old man with a set of flash cards.<br><br>Allison had moved on to give Ryan a hug long before she had finished her thought, giving her a moment to give her attention to Adriano. She knew him as well as she knew Ryan, she felt. He was sort of an enigma but that came with the territory. Running between this crew and anyone else that had dealings with them was a job that required a bit of shrewdness. Adriano probably got away with it better than most just because of his good looks and impeccable taste. Not that she would ever tell that to him to his face. Goodness.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 05:00:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open <br><hr><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br>max speed: 185 MPH<br>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br>total weight: 5009 lbs <br>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1973 Chrysler 360 v8&nbsp; that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br>-manual transmission<br>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br>-automatic transmission<br>-lightweight<br>-double roller timing chain<br>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br><br>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><br>There were only minutes to spare. The crowds had gathered at the finish line, the starting line, and a number of tough corners along the track. There was a hairpin south of Bremerton that had gained a fair amount of attention. The tight traffic turns of Gig harbor were packed, the wide western face at the middle of the race at never seen more people crowd into it's rest stops and restaurants. Everyone and their all of their annoying ex girlfriends were talking about this race. Half of the Seattle sub-culture was coming out to see what the big deal was. The tattooed metal heads that followed local music, the hipster kids that only came outside to be seen, The hip hop scene had made it to every race for years, the online gear heads, the teenage groupies, and geeks without wheels. Taras had started something special, and this year, everyone was out to prove it. <br><br>Cori had come north up the length of the track, the spectacle itself had created another spectacle... Cori bolted up the loose straight away to get to the starting line on time. She knew that if she were to come straight up the track, the traffic spotters along the way would delay the race. The stretch between Bainbridge Island and Foulweather Bluff looked like a festival on both sides of the road. They could tell by the din of her car, the fade of her brake lights, and the shine of her paint-job, they were watching a street-racer approach. She received a cheer on almost every mile, and she burned some of the rubber off of her back tires in order to drift up the corners. Surely, some one had radioed to the starting line about her Coupe De Ville. She expected to see a welcoming party as she sped into 'the pit-crew' area.<br><br>It was as dark inside of her machine as it was outside, and she could only see a splattered image of young girls showing a lot of skin, and boys with their hoods open, making final adjustments. <br><br>Cori came to a screeching halt beside a collection of experienced gear-heads. Smoke raised into the air, the sound right before an accident echoed off of the car panels that lined the road. Her loud Cadillac got yelled out by scared mechanics that she had come dangerously close to crushing. She slipped a middle finger out of her window and slowly cruised away. The barking sound of the singer from whatever band she was listening to seemed to speak for her. the words were impossible to distinguish. A vibrant sense of anger flowed off of Cori's car. She was proud to push people out of the way, slowly cruising deeper into the crowd of cars, searching for Taras and the rest of her crew.<br><br>Some racers were anxiously posted by their cars at the starting line. But she still had about five or ten minutes before the green flag came down. <em>'Speaking of five or ten minutes.</em>' Cori thought to herself as her hands left the wheel to fetch a smoke. Without stopping, she reached into her pocket, steered the car with her knee, and ignited the cigarette with a match. <br><br>Two Fires slowly maneuvered among hot little pedestrians and cool headed racers. She scowled at everyone as if they owed her money. The tumbling sound of sixteen pistons attracted attention to whoever was listening, Cori had both of her engines in 1st gear.&nbsp; <br><br>The passing image of all the regular faces went in one ear and out of the other, even some of the Triad racers, and Rurik himself. Everyone besides her crew was a faceless member of the crowd, she didn't bother making a list of attendees. She didn't draw any concern, or plot against the odds. Cori only checked her gauges, smoked her cigarette vigorously, and turned her music down. The large frame of Taras and the epic beauty of Ally and Natalie came into view. She parked Two Fires directly next to Ryan's SLR, and climbed out of the open window like a NASCAR driver. The music came back up loudly, both engines had been set to neutral, and Cori was walking away, directly towards the heart of the group.<br><br><strong>"My sincerest fucking apologies ladies and grunts. I found myself enamored with a little Latina in Queen Anne for damn near five hours. I'll say this much about Mexican women, they are hard workers."</strong> Cori switched focus to the race at hand. <strong>"We're on a stage tonight, I swear to god, I saw a fucking news van Chico. I don't think that little town as ever seen <em>this</em> many stoners and gear heads before. The locals don't even know what's about to happen. "</strong> Cori laughed smoke through her nose and lips. <strong>"My clocks say that I'm right on time though."</strong> Cori took a moment to nod, allow the information to sink in and smoke. <strong>"Turn out is insane, you guys should see the "underbite" corner right before we turn away from Bainbridge, it looks like a fucking Hendrix revival concert."</strong> She spoke to the whole group the way that a doctor might behave around his nurses. <br><br>Cori's eyes lingered for a long while on Natalie's tight leather outfit. <strong>"Natalie..."</strong> She wanted to be polite. <strong>"If it paid well, would you ever consider wearing that costume to my birthday parties from now on?..."</strong> her eyebrows raised in place of a perverted wink, and a smile revealed her harmless intentions. Everyone knew that Cori had a natural obsession with Natalie, but she was very rarely so forward with the girls in her crew. The leather had triggered something, and Cori couldn't keep her lips sealed. She shrugged her shoulders, not even expecting an answer. <br><br>Smoke continued to rise away from her punked out frame.<br><br>She was only wearing enough to hold her cigarettes. She lit another while she had the time, standing there to absorb the energy of the crew. She had changed since her drive this morning. Cori was wearing tiny, paper thin denim shorts, and a tank top and a hard, spotless, white men's vest that cradled her smokes underneath her left breast. Her shoes were simple, black and white chuck taylors. She looked like she may have looked every day five years ago. This was just racing attire, more important than a swimsuit in the water.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 08:33:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Foulweather Bluff, east of Seattle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Everyone<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was definitely a vibe beginning to bubble up shortly before Cori got there. Maybe the participants and spectators had seen Taras' crew huddling up - which many would assume was a signal that they'd be going hot soon. Or... maybe it was just because it was the first real race of the season - and Taras always found a way to make them interesting. He preferred to have loose rules for his races - letting the most gutsy or dynamic racers really shine beyond their ride's limited performance. He liked adding the human element to the mix and taking away some of the advantage of those who hedged their bets on all the money they dumped into their cars. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A slow rumble began to grow as people's voices kept escalating above other's, as well as above the sound of revving engines as drivers showed off their latest upgrades. Stereos were cranked in several different places and the place was just buzzing. Amidst the chaos Taras felt Adriano tap him and turn slightly away; Taras glanced over the shorter man's shoulder at the phone even as the informant was already speaking.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"We should wait until after the race to respond."</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras nodded his agreement even though Adriano couldn't see him. The man knew him well enough not to expect an elaborate response - and Taras hated mixing business and pleasure. Boosting cars was business, racing... was one hundred percent pleasure. He turned back to the crew in time to hear the tale end of Ryan's explanation for spectating this race. Taras didn't offer any type of expression that would hint at how he felt about it, whether good or bad. <em>His loss.</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Ukrainian figured the opening race of the season (and one of the biggest for that matter) would be the perfect opportunity for Ryan to show his skills on the big stage. Maybe he was waiting for a different reason altogether... Taras couldn't tell - but he never knew what to think about the younger man - other than that he had skills behind the wheel. He was a very talented and technical driver, though he drove a bit more on guts and instinct than Allison did - it would be interesting to see who would come out on top if they ever went head to head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But all of those thoughts faded away at the sound of screeching tires. <em>Cori.</em> She always liked to make an entrance, and she certainly didn't disappoint tonight. Her infamous De Ville was definitely not a quiet ride and she knew how to drive it loud. It put an itch under your skin and you couldn't decide if it was agitation or anxiety. Either way she made her presence known. A fashionably late appearance, as usual, brought her over to where the crew was standing. When she got there she apologized, but it was practically a pre-race ritual by now. She couldn't have possibly still been sincere after the second time - let alone the hundredth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She immediately went on from there about the massive attention this race was now beginning to draw and Taras wasn't sure if it was meant to be a compliment or something incosequential. Her words were simultaneously precise and non-chalant - which was yet another part about her personality that put most people on edge. Cori was one person nobody could ever get a bead on - even Taras struggled to at times; and he knew here better than anyone...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Where Taras lacked the ability to express himself noticably, Cori had it in spades. Sometimes he thought that she made such a display just to mess with him - but it didn't bother him. The two had known each other long enough that they never really took anything personally. They were two completely different people, but they balanced each other out. While the crew and the rest of the racers gathered nearby were still recovering from the bold punk rocker's entrance, Taras was calm and collected. He nodded to the crew as a group and then turned around to face the gathered racers. There were at least a dozen of them standing near his crew and they had begun to form a sort of semi-circle as if Cori's appearance had been the cue they were all waiting for. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He crossed his bare, heavily-tattooed arms and narrowed his eyes, scanning the competition with a steeled look. <strong>"Pretty large turnout tonight, hope nobody embarrasses themselves."</strong> he said, his slavic accent bleeding through every word. The statement had a sarcastic edge to it, though it was true enough. This was <em>not</em> a night to blow it.<strong> "Twelve drivers. Standard rules. Thousand dollar buy in."</strong> His words were crisp and straight to the point, even his tone was sharp. <strong>"It's a one-way sprint from here to Fox Island Pier. Ten large will be waiting for the winner..."</strong> The hint of a smirk creased the right side of his mouth <strong>"... the other two grand will go to whoever comes in last."</strong> It was a different kind of twist, and it had multiple implications. <strong>"It won't get rid of the shame, but it might help you bring a car that will stand a chance next time."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Although the statement was meant to taunt the other drivers, it was also some serious motivation to race your ass off; because nobody wants to see double their buy-in go to a bitch they already beat. It was insulting. It was not the way things were traditionally done - but few things Taras did ever were. Shortly after he'd finished those statements he lowered one of his muscled arms with an open palm. Several racers stepped forward with cash in hand, and a couple of them gave Taras a curious look as they handed the money over. None of them were sure who it was directed at - if anyone at all... maybe it was all of them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The last driver to put his money on the stack was Rurik - and the bills were fucking mint as if the guy was a walking bank. Taras offered only a cold nod to his Russian rival - any race these two were in was always personal. Taras frequently imagined them as head-to-head races with no other opponents, but tonight the enmity Taras had for Rurik was completely different. Normally all he cared about was beating the Triad boss - who was no push-over driver - for bragging rights... but tonight that bitterness went deeper. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After the final paper was layed down he reached back and handed the eight thousand to Adriano to add to the crew's own four grand that was in the bag. Once Taras had done so, he turned back to face the competing drivers - as well as whoever was sticking around for the start of the race. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I hope you've got your shit together, we go green in five."</strong> And with that he separated himself from the throng and stalked over towards his car.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Taras was not a man of many words, but tonight's pre-race spout had been even shorter and colder than usual. He was a master at remaining the calm and stoic guy, but there was always one emotion that he could never hide. Anger. He walked over towards his Orbit-Orange Firebird without saying anything else or even making a single gesture to anyone nearby. Clearly he was in a sour mood. It wasn't Allison admitting to having lied to him that got him angry - that had been a long time coming. It was a bunch of small things - mostly work related. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The more powerful the Triads became, the pushier they got; and Taras and his crew were only facilitating that rise to power. He hated being tied in with the Chinese, but that was the best work that was out there for people with his crew's unique skillset. It had gotten to the point where they really couldn't even get out of it anymore. Taras was infuriated with the whole situation - and seeing Rurik only reminded him of the abuse they were currently putting up with. He opened his car door and dropped down inside, slamming it behind him. He fired up the stroked engine and rolled down his windows before up some violent metal rock - tuning out everything else around him.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan, Cori</span></span><br><hr><br><strong>“Car trouble. One of the engine cylinders blew in my last race and the replacement hasn’t come yet, she’s drivable but I don’t like racing her when she’s not at its best.”</strong><br><br>"Oh," Allison said in response to Ryan telling her about his car's blown cylinder, sounding a little bit sorry for him, or perhaps for the Mercedes. "Yeah, I don't like doing that either." She could feel his pain - as most racers presumably could - having had to sit out of a few races herself in the past due to mechanical problems either prior or during the course of the event itself, plus she also knew how ordering parts could potentially become a hassle. With performance car parts, it seemed like things either went off without a hitch and the goods were delivered promptly in perfect condition or the transaction dragged on for ever and you had to keep relentlessly chasing after company representatives through emails and over the phone in order to get anywhere. Hopefully Ryan wouldn't run into any trouble with with the delivery of what Ally had to assume would be a whole new cylinder block. Not the biggest deal in the world for an experienced mechanic to swap out, but pretty time consuming none-the-less.<br><br>And then she had to wonder if there was some sort of conspiracy going on between Ryan and Taras to see how many times they could make her blush in a row. "Quit it, I'm not all that," Ally almost mumbled back bashfully, covering the entire left side of her face with her hand and tilting her head slightly forwards and to the side, though her eye could still peak through between two fingers. Even though she wasn't always the most adept at picking up on social cues and whatnot, she could still tell that Ryan was half-joking, probably exaggerating just for the sake of getting a little rise out of her (it was working). Ally didn't really mind. Being flattered was rarely ever a bad thing, especially when it came from somebody that she hadn't know for that long, but that also made her feel even more awkward.<br><br>She made a bit of a face and wrinkled her nose slightly before giving Ryan half of a shy smile, and then she revealed the second half too by finally sliding the hand away from her face and over to her ear, tucking her hair behind it again.<br><br>The familiar and quite unmistakable sound of Two Fires approaching&nbsp; was like a double edged blade. On one hand, it got Ally to stop blushing and acting like a fourteen year-old version of herself, but on the other it also reminded her about the inevitable confrontation with the crew, because she was dreading Cori's reaction ten times more than anyone else's. The comment about Mexican women might have surprised Allison coming from anyone else, but it was just par for the course with the raucous little blonde - perhaps even tame by her standards - so she'd have been more shocked <em>not</em> to hear something at least a little bit politically incorrect.<br><br>She giggled half-heartedly at the quip about Natalie's outfit but tried to remain small and lost the background as much as possible, not really feeling up to the task of dealing with Cori and her rather mercurial temperament. Ally's thoughts instead drifted back towards her leader's ride while she waited for Taras to call a start to the race. At first, she'd thought that it was kind of weird to name a car, but now she thought that it was weirder that she herself hadn't done it, considering that it was by far her most prized possession. However, it would probably only feel that much worse if she ever crashed it or something because of that extra layer of emotional attachment, so she wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not.<br><br>Allison also had no idea how Cori even managed to remain competitive with that clunky beast of hers. Of course, it was more than powerful enough to destroy virtually any car on the road, but most of the machines entered in the high end races that the crew participated in had equal or superior power on top of being considerably more nimble. Probably had something to do with the Cadi's legendary durability and its driver's skill.<br><br>Taras' voice eventually snapped Ally out of her random speculations, letting her know that it was just about time for the show to get on the road. Literally. "Guess I'll see you later," she told Ryan before discreetly slinking off towards her Porsche and climbing into it, or rather letting herself drop into the super low bucket seat. The engine was still plenty warmed up from the drive over, so she just waited in total silence for a few minutes, not even turning the accessories on just yet.<br><br>Allison felt more safe and confident when she was surrounded by her sky blue armor made of fiberglass and metal and carbon fiber than anywhere else, so naturally it was the best place to meditate a bit before a race, preparing herself mentally for the upcoming challenge. Her conversation with Taras still lingered on her mind as she knew that it would, but she wouldn't let that impact her performance negatively. On the contrary, Allison would use it to fuel her ambition for victory. She wasn't as fragile or weak as she might have seemed; not in real life, and especially not behind the wheel.<br><br>With a couple of minutes to go before the green light, Allison finally cranked her car's engine and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel along with the drums from one of the songs (http://youtu.be/MYphpDbZF9Y) in her racing playlist as she pulled up to the starting grid, taking her predetermined position along with everybody else.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 23:22:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Mr. Kwan<br><br><br><br>Tipene barely restrained a grin as he watched Taras stalk away and practically throw himself into the orange Firebird.&nbsp; <em>Tonight will be all too easy if that's all the control you can muster, boy.</em>&nbsp; The half-Russian all but swaggered back to his Corvette, eyes watching distorted reflections in car windows just in case someone felt like being exceptionally foolish.&nbsp; He hadn't survived as Mr. Kwan's right hand man by being stupid, after all.<br><br>Speaking of...<br><br>Rurik was dialing his phone even as he slid into the leather interior of the Corvette.&nbsp; "Race starts in five, sir.&nbsp; The newest member of Taras' crew does not seem to be participating, but the others are in.&nbsp; It should be interesting, I look forward to seeing what sort of tricks they have picked up."&nbsp; He waited for further instructions and any final comments from his boss and then politely hung up the call and settled back into the drivers seat of his car before turning on the stereo.&nbsp; He could hear the loud heavy rock and metal that Taras and his friends seemed to enjoy, but Tipene preferred something a bit lighter (http://youtu.be/HdHMN7f9Dxk).&nbsp; He enjoyed the funky brass, and the lyrics seemed very appropriate.<br><br>He started the Corvette with a smile, eager to test it on the road after its last round of mechanical and security upgrades.&nbsp; He knew it was heavier, which would be both a blessing and a curse, but the new body and windows should resist most small arms fire.&nbsp; Any loss in performance at that point was a sacrifice he was willing to make.&nbsp; He rolled his car quietly to the very back of the twelve forming up to race and then gunned the engine slightly, turning the low grumble of the engine into a hungry growl.<br><br><em>I'm gonna huff, and puff, and blow your house down...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 04:12:22</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the starting line<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Tipene, Cori, Natalie<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adriano closed his phone and slid it back into his pocket as him and Taras silently agreed to wait until afterwards to manage the issue. That Tipene man was a sneaky one, and trying to handle the issue at a time like this wouldn't help them, or their racing. There was a silent agreement between him and Taras, which wasn't unusual. Neither were really quite talkative. Adriano wasn't really angry at anyone, unlike Taras. He was just annoyed at them. They made things so much harder, especially as they got bigger and bigger.<br><br>He rolled his shoulders to get a little loose, and was about to turn and head to his car when Cori entered the scene with a bang. Somehow, she always managed to make a scene whenever she entered. Not that it was necessarily bad, it just always drew attention, which unnerved Adriano. She always did say whatever the fuck she wanted to, though, and Adriano respected her for that. Or, anyways, that's what it seemed like. Plus, he thought to himself, she was right about Natalie, that dress did look good on her. Adriano shook his head and headed over to his car, though. He had had enough thinking about these issues. He wanted to drive.<br><br>He loved racing, the danger of it always seemed to thrill him. And there wasn't much talking involved, which was a bonus. He closed the door to his car and turned the music up, just as everyone else had. He wasn't a fan of heavy metal though, he stayed away from that stuff. On another day, he might have listened to classical music. It may seem funny, but Adriano had quite liked music when he was young and had the chance to learn some music. He even played as part of an orchestra in school. At race time, though, he turned up his electronic music. It was just the way he liked it, loud, fast-paced, and without any lyrics, at least for the most part. He didn't rev his engine, as he had no reason to show off like a child. But he was ready to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 09:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br><hr><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br>max speed: 185 MPH<br>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br>total weight: 5009 lbs <br>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1973 Chrysler 360 v8&nbsp; that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br>-manual transmission<br>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br>-automatic transmission<br>-lightweight<br>-double roller timing chain<br>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br><br>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><br>Her cigarette was almost gone by the time her and Natalie were standing there awkwardly with Ryan. Cori tried not to look at their new recruit. She liked him. He was good looking, sharp, and in control of himself. She admired that about him. But he irritated her, there was nothing that could change that. Most men rubbed her the wrong way, but this particular smart-ass made her want to scream. She was happy to have been standing closer to the pretty girl of the group.<br><br>As everyone dispersed towards their own vehicles, Cori stood where they had all been standing and tried to get closer to Natalie without being too forward. Cori was the master of intimidating a woman without scaring her off. She looked down at her friends legs, and scanned up her body slowly, the way that a lonely man might, it was in jest. She had a shit eating grin on her face that could only suggest that she was joking. Nat looked too embarrassed to speak, <em>and god forbid, she looks even cuter when she's nervous.</em> Cori knew not to touch her, as her lesbian qualities were well known in the group. So she just leaned forward, and slid her hands into her tiny front pockets. <br><br>She spoke quietly, but there was no secret on her lips. <strong>"Sorry, I didn't want to put you on the spot, there. but you know how much I think about you all tucked up inside of leather. I couldn't help myself.</strong>" She was still joking, but there was a smirk hidden on the left side of her eyes and lips that she couldn't hide. She was savoring the image. She leaned back and tried hard not to smoke another cigarette. <strong>"If I win tonight, you're letting me take a picture of you bent over the hood of my car. It's going to happen,"</strong> She started toward her rumbling engines as the rest of the racers gathered to start. Pacing backwards, swinging limbs like a flag in a wind-storm, Cori continued to shout at Natalie. <strong>"Because if I do finish before everyone else, the only reason I was able to focus was completely due to the shape of your leather thighs. Believe me!" </strong>Her voice carried louder, as her sentences shortened. She was nearly laughing, excited to race, and about to smoke again. Even as she ended up half inside of her car, again entering through the window, she kept shouting. <strong>"You're my hero, bitch! I'm winning this for you, baby." </strong><br><br>Her harsh leather seats, free of a roll cage, were hardly equipped to race. Her seat-belt had a strap that wrapped over both shoulders, and the latching mechanism was uncomfortably pinned to both of her breasts. She kept it latched in any case, but, if she crashed hard; seat-belt or no seat-belt, her face would slam into the metal steering wheel, there were no airbags, no wood in the dash, and nothing but cold metal in every direction.<br><br>As Two Fires pushed itself toward the back of the pack, Cori's heart started to rattle with tense speed and pressure. She decided not to smoke, too focused on the stir of her car's fragile synchronizations. She turned her music down to zero, and listened to her engines, and the hum of the other cars on the road. She could drown out all of their stereos, and she could ignore her thoughts. Adrenaline was starting to take control, her hands vibrated, and twitched as they floated from the stick shift to the wheel. She settled down a bit as she slid up behind Adriano's sleek ride, and came to a stop.<br><br>Starting in the back of the pack was a strategic move that her mentors had taught her years ago. 'You can learn a lot about a driver by watching them race. Being behind everyone is the only good way to learn their habits.' Cori liked to pass her opponents in the last few miles, if she couldn't keep up, she didn't deserve to win, it was as simple as that.<br><br>Now, only moments from the green-light.<strong> "This is great,"</strong> she said outloud, to herself, or possibly to her car. <strong>"I never get nervous for a race. Something feels really good about tonight. I feel like I'm stealing this car!"</strong> She looked out of her passenger side window to see Rurik parked last&nbsp; in the starting lane.<br><br>She waited for him to look her way, when he did she blew him a kiss, licking her lips, and revving her engine. That was the man that she wanted to upset. That was the fucker that deserved to be in the ditch at the bottom of the track. Both of them had heavy cars, and they resembled each other in more ways than she was able to comprehend. She didn't fully understand who he was. Cori understood enough though, enough to race against the man.&nbsp; Hoping he wouldn't turn away from her, she even licked her fingers and brought them down her neck towards her chest to get his attention. She faked a face of arousal and closed her eyes, unable to watch his reaction any longer due to the nature of her act.<br><br>She didn't even care if she missed the start, she could catch up. <br><br>Two Fires could always catch up.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 17:46:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Cori, Ryan</span></span><hr><br>"<strong>I really wish she'd stop that...</strong>" Natalie said in regards to Cori as the rest of the crew left her and Ryan where they stood. Her cheeks were burning red hot at the more outgoing and carefree blonde's words. They were harmless, she knew that, it was just in both of their natures to act the way they did around each other. Cori's just a live wire that Natalie can't get away from. There was probably some perverse side of Natalie that really liked the attention, but as of right now, the palms of her hands were pressed against either cheek, trying to kill the blush with how cold they were. It wasn't that Natalie was overly shy, it was just that that Cori was far too much for her to handle. Their first encounter was one that landed Natalie her job, if you can call it that, but she somehow got away from all the shameless flirting that has now really picked up over the years. <br><br>Trying to think of something else to get her mind off of Cori, Natalie started to walk over to her bike without announcing it to Ryan. He'd probably follow, which she wouldn't mind, but she just wasn't in the mood for talking. Once at her vehicle, the blonde straddled it and just read the gauges as she waited for the race to start. Not being the biggest fan of the racing itself, Natalie really didn't care for the winner, even if it was one of her crew. She'd often just stay at the starting line and eye the others that didn't take part to see if they had cars that were on the crew's list to jack. If not, she'd cruise along the race track to make sure that no one was lying dead in a ditch next to a smoking car.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Cori<br><br><br>Rurik couldn't help but laugh as the little blonde thing in the car beside him turned the vamp dial up to... well not eleven.&nbsp; Maybe a solid seven and a half.&nbsp; He took a moment but recalled her name eventually.&nbsp; <em>That one is... Cori.&nbsp; Yes.</em>.&nbsp; He shook his head with a chuckle and enjoyed the show while keeping the starting light in his peripheral vision.&nbsp; She was cute enough, but the performance was obviously a ruse.&nbsp; Tipene knew a thing or two about body language, and all the signs of genuine arousal were missing.&nbsp; <br><br>He never understood why people made it personal when it came to racing.&nbsp; Or rather he understood it, but it seemed foolish.&nbsp; He didn't have anything against the crew or the other racers on a personal level, he didn't need the money...&nbsp; He did this for the simple fun of it.&nbsp; And in this particular case, because he wanted to see how his new car performed, post modifications.<br><br>He flashed Cori a wide smile and shouted "You can't afford me, honey."&nbsp; Maybe she would hear him over the engines, maybe not.&nbsp; He was amused, regardless.&nbsp; With a quiet chuckle he turned his attention back to the cars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 05:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Foulweather Bluff, east of Seattle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Everyone<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the music blared, everything seemed to grow distant, fading off into obscurity and Taras drifted away - lost in the moment. Lost in his emotions of the night, lost in the thrill of the race that was about to start. Right now, he didn't have any responsibilities or any concerns. The underlying feelings about Allison did hang in the back of his mind, much closer than the business-related thoughts about the crew's negative direction under the triads. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After a few minutes had elapsed he put his not-so-classic Firebird into gear and pulled up to the starting line next to the other racers. He pulled up next to Cori and offered her a nod - mentally wishing her good luck in his head. Then he stole a look over at Tip's vette and also gave the russian a nod - though his wishes were a bit darker for that one. There was just something about the guy that irked him, and it went beyond heritage.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes then turned to the road ahead and the pack of cars in front of him. There were twelve racers total, all with a legitimate chance to compete in their high-performance rides. <strong>"Hope these 'doorni' know how to drive."</strong> he said, rolling the 'r' as was customary for any Ukrainian word. In fact he rolled pretty much every one in the sentence, regardless of which language it belonged to. Taras then narrowed his eyes as he watched the single traffic light that hung from a streetlight in the parking lot upside down. He'd had it rigged up earlier that day, and in just moments the third-party accomplice would trigger the reverse timing. It currently held a steady shade of red.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As he waited for the final countdown, Taras reached up and tapped a few buttons on his CD player, changing the track to a popular Ukrainian artist that nobody present had probably ever even heard of. (Pop this on for full effect) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zKy-9_KEpY&amp;feature=relmfu)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>30</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It wasn't as heavy as what he usually listened to, but it was fitting for the moment. There was a hint of desperation in it - an unusual emotion for this particular man... but something was different about tonight. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>29</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was desperate to get the crew out of their current plight...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>28</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;...desperate to figure out what was going on with Allison, and also... <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>27</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;...desperate to throw this uncomfortable flood of emotions off his shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>26...</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the song continued to thrum the countdown and his base reverberated every artificial heartbeat, he could feel the tension in his own veins rising. He let himself get lost in the music, so much that as the song began to reach it's end, he watched the hanging light flash yellow and hold for the longest 2 seconds ever. Taras brought up the RPMs of his big block very slowly - too slow for the green light he knew was coming. He let the engine's sound rise with the crescendo of the music he was listening to. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2473488864_3bbe9c7c4e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It went green, but still his Firebird kept growling as the other racers shot off the line. Taras let them all take the lead and didn't even seem to care. Once the other's had already gotten several good car-lengths on him, he finally felt the music peak and he dropped his Bird' into second, letting the tires rip at the asphalt. They only spun for a second before they got hot and soft enough to catch and his car jumped forward, lifting his front axle about a foot off the ground as it forced the pavement into submission - rocking him off after the main group of racers. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;One area where Taras truly had an edge was in his launch. He instinctively shifted the car he'd known his whole life - changing every gear at the perfect moment and getting maximum torque to the ground quickly. He tore forward and quickly closed on the other racers - who'd probably seen him hold his launch in their rearviews'. His barely-muffled exhaust let all 8 pistons roar at the competition as he came charging up behind Cori and Tip who were the other two at the back of the pack with them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Zaberis' asto ya tebe zaraz pishlyu!"</strong> (roughly translated: Move out of my way or I'll move you.) Of course they couldn't hear him over the sound of his engine or his music, he was just venting for his own benefit. He had an angry look in his eyes and from the way he nosed in between Cori and Tip - they were sure to get the hint. Now that everyone was picking up speed through the first couple of turns, Taras' shifting advantage would fade and the two immediately next to him would likely either slip behind or start out-gaining him. Given Cori's driving style, she'd likely let him blaze past - only to catch him later. Rurik, on the other hand, would probably fight to hold position long enough for the superior top speed of his vette to give him separation.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 19:33:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br><hr><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br>max speed: 185 MPH<br>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br>total weight: 5009 lbs <br>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1973 Chrysler 360 v8&nbsp; that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br>-manual transmission<br>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br>-automatic transmission<br>-lightweight<br>-double roller timing chain<br>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br><br>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><br>Two Fires slammed into gear and screeched away from the starting line, floating on the rear bumper of an Orange S13 that was lined up in front of her. She curses to herself in silence, the rumble of her rear engine catches her attention as she pulls to the left. She looks hard for a passing line, uninterested in losing pace with the race because of slow amateur in front of her. <strong>"I just need to pull ahead of the slow half of the pack, it shouldn't be too much trouble."</strong><br><br>She was in third gear with her manual stick, the automatic transmission shifted into fourth early, and she cussed. <strong>"What the fuck?" </strong>Her confusion left her easing up on the automatic gas pedal. Struggling with the synching of her machine already was a huge red flag. Then as she saw a place to pass the orange car in front of her, Taras split the difference between Rurik and Two Fires, and she nearly slid into him, already cruising at an easy eighty miles per hour. Making room for Taras and spilling back over to the left side of the road, the S13 slides with her, blocking her, taking the first few corners too slow. <strong>"god damn FR's!" </strong>she cussed.<strong> "Why would an FR take a corner so slow."</strong><br><br>Her engines cut back and forth, doing her best to keep from bumping the orange sports car in front of her. She looked past him, able to see that the other cars in the race had caused this S13 to slow down. She was still irritated. The front of the pack was pulling away, no doubt about that. Taking a look to her right, Cori could see Rurik's car causing damage, speeding passed one or two of the competitors without a challenge. Cori focuses on the next tight left hand corner. With unnatural velocity, she could speed into it and pass theat FR on the outside. Ever aware of Taras' car, she tries to move fast enough, and signal him to the left side of her Cadillac.<br><br>Working the turn signal, the stick shift, the pedals, and keeping an eye on Rurik and the FR, Cori succeeded in her move, ending up inching towards the S13's grill. Cori gave Taras enough room to pass the lightweight orange speedster on her left side. Her black beast pushed the fog line of the road, and she slid against the dirt in order to give her friend a good lane. If the FR was afraid of the Firebird, then Taras would float right by him with her. She slammed her manual into fifth gear and pulls into the next few corners at a scary speed. Her sights were on Rurik, and she can still see his Corvette weaving in-between lanes and opposing vehicles.<br><br>She watches her speed, and slows down as the racers in front of her close in on her windshield. Cori down shifted to maintain a slower speed and used the brakes as lightly as she could, the boat of a car would pile over any of the other cars in the race. As wild of a driver as Cori could claim to be, she wasn't dirty. She knew that by the time she hit this corner, most of the driver's would have already pulled through it, and Allison would have lost everyone in the dust if her blue machine was in the lead.<strong> "gotta hit this one perfect too. Fuck, this is a tough race." </strong>the field was thick with talent. Even the orange FR that was now behind her seemed to have wanted it that way. Everyone was running a strategy. Cori came into the corner a little too hot, and she knew it.<br><br>A natural brake would slide her into the outside of the track, and probably into the lightly dusted forest to the west. "Shit." Cori applied the brakes to switch the balance of weight in the car, shifting forwards she under-steered and then slung herself around the outside, nearly kissing the mile marker that was beyond the edge of the road. She shifted down, and played with her pedals like an instrument. The clutch, the brake, and the gas pedals clicked and pressed in almost a random order and a pace faster than Cori could actually conceptualize. It was all instinct at this point. Her tires squealed, and the car vibrated as it floated over the rumble-strip outside of the fog line. Her back end got loose for a split second to square the coupe with the end of the corner. Slamming each gas pedal out of the corner, Cori's back end fishtailed twice, once in each direction, and then it corrected itself as she nailed the outside line of the turn.<br><br><strong>"Whew."</strong> She exhales, veering to the left and off of the rumble strip. She had gained a couple delicate seconds, and she wasn't willing to check either of the orange cars behind her. <strong>"Calm down Cori, you almost went off of the road on the fourth corner."</strong><br><br>she shifted back up to fourth gear and tried to keep up with the Corvette that was already vanishing into the distance.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 23:57:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Rurik</span></span><br><hr><br>Allison knew what she needed to do, her strategy was usually pretty similar from race to race. She'd tweak certain details depending on the track, the weather or the competition, but the overall goal was simply to get ahead of the pack as soon as possible. Some racers, like Cori or Taras, for example, really thrived off of the chaos that happened when multiple cars were all jockeying for position in a tightly knit group, using the momentum that they gained from fighting through situations like that to really get into 'the zone' and then ride that towards some epic last minute comebacks, but that was their specialty, not hers.<br><br>Yes, Ally could battle it out amidst the traffic with the best of them, but it was when she had nobody in front to block or hinder her that she could really break into her stride and attack the corners in the way that only she knew how. It was also what her Porsche was primarily designed to excel at. The focus when she'd been building and modding it had been to get the balance, handling and reliability as close to perfect as possible. It was still plenty fast at 756 horsepower with neck-snapping acceleration, but still couldn't quite match up to some of the more monstrous muscle cars like Tars' Firebird or Tipene's 'Vette in sheer power, so it was imperative for Allison to get into a favorable position where she could compensate for that weakness.<br><br>With that in mind, she focused on the lights, held down the clutch and brought her RPM up to the optimal rate with help from her launch control, which also got the twin turbos spooling before the Porsche had even budged off the starting line. After the first second of the yellow light, Ally had already sprung into action, knowing that it would take her a fraction of a second to release the clutch and slam the throttle, and then than another fraction of a second would go by before the power got transfered from her car's crank to its wheels, so by the time that she actually started moving the light had just turned green. <br><br>It may not have been her best start of all time, but it was good, allowing her to get off the line somewhere between two and three tenths of a second after the green light. Having been lucky enough to be seeded in the second row of cars, Ally had less people to go through than the guys starting at the back, which was nice. Her traction control kicked in to limit her speed somewhat as she took off, which may have seemed counterintuitive to those that were always under the impression that faster was better, but it allowed her to squeeze as much power out of her machine as possible without making her back wheels spin, which ultimately would only have made her lose a precious second or so making smoke and not doing much else.<br><br>The good launch propelled Ally ahead of the orange S13 and the IS300 with the super gaudy body kit that made it hardly recognizable, the two car's which had started next to her, and she also managed to squeeze past the gunmetal GTR32 on the very first corner. The driver of that car was clearly inexperienced or nervous, and even though he'd been lucky enough to get a spot in the front row, it was quite likely that he'd be trailing behind everyone else within a few minutes. <br><br>That just left a Shelby GT500 and a BMW M3 ahead of her, both with veteran drivers that wouldn't roll over and allow themselves to be overtaken quite so easily. Fortunately for Allison, they were both already caught up in a heated battle and slightly bogging each other down, so she just waited patiently for an opening. It came on the very last turn before the track's first straightaway section when the Shelby tried to overtake his opponent on the outside, but the M3 swerved to block the opening and the Shelby's drivers overcompensated when trying to avoid clipped and ended up in the bumpy grass on the side of the road. Not the cleanest move in the world, and Ally probably would have been pissed if she'd been the one in the Shelby, but that still didn't stop her from pouncing on the opportunity that had presented herself, taking the corner very aggressively on the inside and passing both of them at once.<br><br>So far so good, especially since the GT500 was one of those annoyingly fast cars that would have caused her some problems in this next section of the race. With a quick glance at her rear view mirror as she shifted into 5th gear, Ally saw the BMW's bright xenons a few car lengths behind her as well as several more pairs of headlights slightly further away - nothing too alarming. However, when she checked again two seconds later, she saw a second car peeling away from behind the M3 and quickly growing larger and larger in her mirror, flying by the black German-engineered machine almost as if it were sitting still. <br><br>Allison's heart rate shot up considerably as she looked back at the road ahead and licked her lips briefly, having already recognized the ominous form of the Corvette that was no more than a few seconds away from her by now. It was by far the last car or person that she wanted to see, so of course it had to be him. Things had been going too well for it not to be. <em>Rurik...</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 02:23:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Open<br><br><br>Tipene was in no hurry off the starting line.&nbsp; He fed power to the 'Vette slowly, letting the racers spread out a little bit for better maneuvering room.&nbsp; He slid to the right obligingly as Taras muscled his Firebird next to Cori, almost like he was trying to protect her from the Russian even while they were on the track.&nbsp; It was amusing, as Rurik really had no interest in the girl.&nbsp; He couldn't suppress a small laugh as the S13 slid to the left, slowing both the Firebird and the Oldsmobile enough for Rurik to press forward again.<br><br>The Russian shifted and fed the 'Vette's engine a little more power, blowing past an amateur in a GTR32.&nbsp; <em>I hope you didnt have any bets riding on that car, kid...</em>&nbsp; The IS300 ahead of him presented a little more difficulty as they were heading into a curve, the 'Vettes added weight making making it a little bit trickier than usual to handle the corner while slipping between that opponent and the GT500 coming out of the grass.&nbsp; Another shift and more pressure on the pedal and the black 'Vette practically flew out of the corner onto a small straight stretch.<br><br>Rurik smiled as his car blew past a BMW M3, the growling of the engine opening into a quiet roar as the Corvette sped down the straight and into another curve.&nbsp; Tipene slowed enough to maintain control and accelerated again as he spotted tail lights and a flash of blue under a streetlight.&nbsp; <em>Aha, Taras' litle girlfriend...</em>&nbsp; The Russian pulled along side Allison's Porche and looked over at her with a smile, neatly keeping the Corvette beside her as they slid into another set of turns headed for Highway 16.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 05:51:19</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the starting line<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Tipene, Cori<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adriano sat in his car, listening to the music as it played. He had it turned up a bit, so that he could still hear it after his engines were roaring, like they would be during the race. He watched the other drivers as time ticked away. Everyone seemed on edge for some reason, except for Cori and Tipene. Typical. Adriano let his muscles relax for a second before gripping onto the steering wheel and starting to rev his engine. He was ready.<br><br>As the cars started revving, his car flew off the starting line first initially, but as he fumbled with his gears a little, he fell behind in the next few seconds. "Fuckin' hell" he swore to himself, as he fixed his mistake and accelerated like the rest of them. He usually wasn't on edge either, but something had gotten to him. The weeks of increasing pressure, everyone else being on edge, Tipene's message from the Triad. He pushed those out of his mind, though, as he focused on his vehicle.<br><br>Even after his initial mishap, he had still started quickly enough, and recovered quickly enough from his mistake, that he was firmly in the middle of the pack. Right next to him was another racer he knew to be vaguely associated with the Triad, although perhaps that wasn't actually true. Adriano didn't bother taking a second look at him, he knew that racer wouldn't have the nerve to keep up with him if he could push the hard turns as quickly as he normally did. The turns were really his favorite part of the race, not the long stretches. Although in a race like this, the long stretches were pretty important as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 09:36:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/nikkoss29/albums/230518/thumbs/Kelly%20Hu%205.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div>Name: Mayumi Takahashi<br>Title: Dragons Talon<br>Location: Foulweather Bluff<br>Tags:open<br><br>Mayumi stood on the hillside that lined the outlined course of the race. She had gotten the lay out of the chosen run from a man that had helped clear it for the race itself. The young man as all men she had come across in her life was easily bought. With that information her cameras were set and she had scooted the perfect vantage point. The only chance at a clear shot in the whole lay out of the race.&nbsp; From her vantage point she over looked the hairpin turn by Chico on HWY 16. The small time unknown racer she had payed off would mark the car she was to hit. A quick flash of lights two turns before the one she over looked. Another expendable member of her what they thought was her team. Little did they know in the end Mayumi always worked alone. <br><br>As she watched the racers line up on her tablet, the cameras giving her all sorts of details. She even managed to get a few posted about the staging area. Video she'd later had over to the information specialist within the Triad. They would go over the imagery and hand any further info over to those who could use it. Be it her for future targets or the racing team Mr.Kwan seem so interested in. In truth she did not understand the need or care for such petty racing. But she never questioned what the Triad wished to do with their resources. That after all was not her place or purpose. <br><br>Mayumi stood from her bike and walked to the edge of the small cliff she was staged at. Kneeling down she dropped the case that was attached to her back softly onto the ground. Opening it with a quick click she set to assembling the sniper rifle she would use for the current operation. A short low toned beat sounded from her tablet as the race started. The racers jetting past her first set of cameras and motion detectors. <strong>"One..."</strong><br><br>Another beep sounded, "<strong>Two....</strong>"she spoke softly as she counted down and her hands worked quickly. Another beep, <strong>"Three..."</strong> she lay down on her stomach and set the stand. Another beep,<strong> "Four..."</strong> she sighted the scope and started to adjust. Another beep, <strong>"Five..."</strong> she adjusted for the wind, the direction, slope, speed of the bullet, and curvature of the bullet, estimated speed of target and direction flow. Making sure her presets were accurate. Another beep two beeps past, <strong>"Six....seven...."</strong> she made sure her sound masking was in place. And looked to the screen her paid racer skating through the crowd of racers. Another beep sounded,<strong> "Eight..."</strong> and she saw a flash of lights. Data came up on her screen as she marked the targeted car. An more accurate estimate of speed came up within the sound of the next beep.<strong> "Nine..."</strong> she said and adjusted her gun for the last time. Taking aim she took one breath and let it out as the next beep sounded. <strong>"Ten."</strong> she spoke and without hesitation she squeezed the trigger and let her shot sale through the air. The data said the car belonged to Cori, not that Mayumi cared for names. It was simply a task on a checklist set before her. And in the end it would only be another red mark on her record. And those never needed names.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 08:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Racing South towards Highway 16<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Everyone<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The first few corners were a bit rough, Taras had to carefully maneuver his heavy Bird' to keep from bumping the other cars, Cori's in particular. She was quick with her unique controls and was able to get that old Caddy around the corners and even leave him room to squeeze on by right along with her. Eventually the corners got softer as they continued down the course and out of the Skunk-Bay area. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As expected, Tip's vette' had the superior speed on the first long straight away heading south just on the east side of the naval base. Taras grimaced as he watched the Triad's taillights slowly began to slip away. His Firebird had plenty of muscle and horses to give him a chance to close distance with most cars down the long straights, but not the vette'. Cori even managed to keep up, despite nearly losing it on the fourth corner earlier. Her twin engines really gave some punch as she began to pass by him, also outgaining him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The rest of the pack slowly inched further back in the rear-view mirrors, as the lack of superior equipment and driving skills began to show. There were still two cars that were hanging in close on him one was a very-modified Subaru WRX-Sti, green in color. The other was Adriano, who wasn't too far behind him. Taras could see Rurik slide past both a GT500 and an M3 up ahead of him. Something seemed amiss as the GT500's rear end came up too quickly - as if it was losing power or something. <em>Must have pushed it too hard on the straights.</em> Taras had to act quick to slide to the side and dodge the failing Ford - as you really can't swerve at 120+ MPH. He blazed past the Ford and then cursed in Ukrainian again when he noticed that both Cori and the Subaru were now ahead of him. Changing lanes had slowed him down just enough that they were able to sneak by. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone eventually had to begin braking and Taras could see the spread-out taillights ahead of him flaring red. The next set of corners began to come up as they neared the inlet at the mid-way point of the race. He pushed his Pontiac to the limit by keeping his speed up a little higher, just to close a few more yards before they went into the corners again - where he knew the Subaru and Cori's Caddy would have the edge. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But something was wrong.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras watched the Subaru give way to Cori's Cadillac as they went through the first corner, slipping in behind her. The smaller car could have easily taken the corner tight and fast - holding onto the road easier than the bigger American car. Taras narrowed his eyes as and gunned the engine coming out of the corner. His orbit-orange classic screamed as he closed a few more yards on the two. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That was when he saw it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Subaru clicked his brights at the back of Cori's Caddy, and the strong beams flashed back brightly off of her clean rear end. Taras didn't have time to think about what that was all about as the next corner was coming up. This one was the sharpest corners of the track, but after he cleared this hard left it was a long straight run where he was confident he would be able to finally close on the leaders.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But not if he kept pussy-footing around.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of slowing down as much as he should have, Taras - with no other cars around him - was able to ride wide before the sharp turn and cut it in tight at the apex. As soon as he got near the middle of the turn, he opened up his throttle again fully, holding a tight grip on his wheel that fought against him as he held his angle. Had his tires not been hot and sticky from his burnout launch, his back end might have come out from under him as he came out of that corner and back up wide to the right lane, crossing almost onto the gravel.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span class="bbc_u"><strong>*CRACK!*</strong></span> It sounded like two metal objects had snapped under pressure.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the loud noise was heard, Taras' eyes immediately jumped to his gauges - he hand't blown anything. In fact it sounded like the loud snap had come from somewhere further ahead of his car. As he looked back up to the two cars directly in front of him, his eyes went wide. <strong>"BLYAT!"</strong> also known to us in English as: 'FUCK!'<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 05:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br><hr><br>In a blur of rattling actions, several of Cori's gauges fired into the red, smoke barreled out of her front engine, she lost traction all over the road, hit the hairpin, and skidded toward the edge of the road. <br><br>Her eyes went wide, and she could feel her back go numb from the burst of adrenaline that entered her system instantly. She gripped the wheel with all of her might and tossed her back engine into fourth gear. Her heel was pressing into both of her gas pedals and her brake was being pressed in by her left foot. <em>'oh...'</em> Cori realized that she couldn't control the car. There were several flashes of red lights in front of her, dissapearing around the corner, and out of view. She braced for impact. Her heavy car had passed the point of no return. She was floating toward the guard-rail, the Coupe De Ville was rotating counter clockwise, the hard right handed hairpin vanished and her headlights painted the outside of the corner.<br><br>Her four wheel drive had enough to plow through some of the off-road material that her car had been forced into, and she slid sideways, battling with the steering wheel for control of the car, to no avail, she had worked with the corner, but she couldn't correct the beast. By chance, she had drifted out of range of another shot from Mayumi's rifle.<br><br>Her eyes closed, and everything culminated into searing metal and cracking engine parts. Cori was travelling at over fifty miles per hour, the car had gained speed as it had spun out. when her nose hit the guard rail, the metal in the car and the structure ripped. Cori's Cadillac rammed through the protective barrier, and lost traction on the right side, floating into the air. The car was heavy enough not to flip, but the sudden stop had jostled the young girl inside badly. <br><br>The Subaru that had painted Cori's car zipped passed her flashing crash, and everyone else in the race would follow him.<br><br>Cori had had a seat belt on, but the steering wheel was made of metal. Blood was trickling down over her face, but she was conscious. A sudden head ache had overtaken her will to drive. She was well aware of what had happened, but she didn't know that a bullet had caused it. She figured her front left tire had just blown out.<br><br>The back wheels were still grinding, softly nudging her farther off of the road and into the forest. Eventually, the engine died from an engaged transmission, and her lights were only good for lighting up the smoke and dust that was rising up and away from the car. Luckily, there hadn't been any spectators in the section of guardrail that Two Fires had split in two. <br><br>Her driver's side door clicked open, and her shaking left foot set itself down outside of the car. Her seat=belt whirred back into it's compartment, and Cori stood up outside of the car, leaning against the open frame of the door. A gash on her forehead was still oozing out bright red blood slowly. She didn't notice. In a slight state of shock, she was busy searching for her cigarettes. she couldn't find them in her pockets, and she didn't have the energy to look through her car. She closed her eyes, and tried to focus on what had just happened. Her hands came to her throbbing temples, and she found a cool liquid draped over her face. She drew her hands back and looked down at the red stains. <br><br>She floated downward, and went dizzy. Shock started to settle in. Working as best as she could to cope with it. Cori, sat down in the drivers seat again, sinking into the leather, and trying to keep her eyes open. She wasn't afraid for her life, but she probably should have been.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 19:39:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br>Tags: Allison<br><br><br>Rurik couldn't keep the grin off of his face as the Corvette slid into position beside the blue Porche.&nbsp; Taras was undeniably the muscle of the crew, but the little slip of a girl in the car beside him was hands-down the best driver they had.&nbsp; He eased off the speed and downshifted as they headed past the naval base at Bremerton and into the hard left of an on-ramp, watching the blue Porche cleanly slip ahead of him in the turn and lead him into the relatively deserted expanse of Highway 16.<br><br>"Hah!&nbsp; I love it!&nbsp; God, shes good!"&nbsp; The heavyset Russian let one hand pound on his steering wheel as he laughed, then reached down and threw the Vette into gear again as the stereo clicked over to another track. (http://youtu.be/L3FfSyzXM44)&nbsp; He felt the engine roar in response to his foot on the accelerator, power flowing smoothly into his wheels as he left the on-ramp and slid effortlessly into the far left lane.&nbsp; He kept his headlights dimmed as he eased up right onto Allison's bumper, swaying slightly back and forth within the lane and watching the shadows shift on the tail of her car.&nbsp; Then he reached over and turned the headlight control knob all the way to the left, clicking it neatly past where it was supposed to stop to an unmarked setting custom-designed for night time smuggling runs... and every light on the Corvette shut off, leaving Tipene sitting in complete darkness illuminated only by the occasional passing highway light.<br><br>He swiftly cut the wheel to the right and slid out from behind Allison's Porche, his hungry piece of shadow moving over to the far right lane and gaining ground again.&nbsp; He debated a few more not-nice tricks, but decided that the risk of accidents and mistakes was simply too high and focused on simply squeezing every drop of speed he could out of his car.<br><br>Another upshift and the Vette howled into the night as Rurik let all one thousand horses stretch their legs.&nbsp; He flipped the lights of his car back on as the Z06 exploded past the GT2 and flew down the straight lines of the highway like a bullet.&nbsp; He knew she was lighter and more nimble on the corners, so he had to squeeze every inch of straight lead he could in before Gig Harbor's turns gave her the edge back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere on the track<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Rurik</span></span><br><hr><br>It was a good thing that she was on a relatively straight portion of highway, because with the excessive amount of checking that Allison was doing in her side and rear view mirrors, she barely had any time left to look at the actual road. It was not only annoying to know that Rurik was intentionally hanging back just to taunt her when he could have passed her easily by that point, but more than that it was downright terrifying. Ally could feel her palms getting sweaty as she gripped her steering wheel more tightly than usual, her mind racing even faster than her car with thoughts and theories about the Russian driver's intentions.<br><br>She knew that he drove aggressively, and in an even more intentionally dangerous way than Taras for example, but this was sketchier than that...<br><br>It was almost as if he was planning to clip the rear end of her Porsche and fishtail it or something. To be fair, Ally had never seen the man do anything <em>that</em> overtly dangerous, but the dark vibe that she got from him left little doubt in her mind that he'd be plenty capable of it. After all, working for the Triads, he must have done much worse than that.<br><br>When Rurik finally stopped messing around and sped by her, it was the first time in Ally's life that she'd actually felt relieved about being passed. Without the stress of having the shadow-like corvette prowling around behind her, she was able to get her head back into the race and start working towards regaining her first place. He had a pretty sizable lead on her by the time that they'd made it to the final set of turns near the harbor, so Ally was going to have to hit all of the corners perfectly if she wanted to have a chance.<br><br>She actually went into the turns slower than most drivers, but whereas they would suddenly brake hard to reduce their speed at the last second, Ally would slow down gradually and continually modulate her brake and throttle pedals with a series of lightning quick taps from her right foot. It didn't look nearly as flashy as something like drifting, but essentially it was just as dangerous, since she was pushing the limit of how fast her car could go around each corner the whole way though. She had to balance everything on the edge of a knife, and even the tiniest of mistakes could be enough to make her lose the car and crash it.<br><br>But the risk wasn't without it's payoffs, obviously, and after working her ass off she'd managed to claw her way back up behind Rurik and his 'Vette. Ally made a couple of attempts to overtake him at first, which he stopped pretty easily by blocking her way, but they'd been mostly meant to feel him out anyways. Having taken the way that he countered her previous attempts into consideration, Ally faked towards the inside on her third try only to quickly change it up and pass Rurik on the outside instead, after he'd already committed himself to blocking the other path.<br><br>It was all automatisms and instincts after that. Like a gazelle running from a hungry lion, Ally didn't have time to think, she just <em>did</em>. With the few remaining turns that were left before the final straight, she'd managed to eek out a small lead, now all that was left was to do was mash the throttle and pray that it would be enough to hold out until the finish line.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:10:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the road<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adriano was dialed in. He was in the back of race, save that one car he had passed (what a shitty driver, he had thought to himself), and only intense focus would bring him back. Luckily, Adriano was one of those people that could filter everything else out of his mind to focus on one task. His wary nature meant that he rarely did this, but racing was a time when he could focus on one thing and ignore everything else. And it felt good, to not have to worry about everything and to just drive.<br><br>Then, all hell broke loose. He heard some metal flying around him, accompanied by a loud cracking sound. It sounded like a knife flying into a car, or like part of a vehicle snapping loose and flying into the engine. While everyone here took excellent care of their vehicles, some people also made some dangerous mods. Perhaps one of those went wrong and snapped loose? He couldn't quite identify the source of the sound, though, so he kept driving, steamrolling his way past another driver as they went through a curve. Sucker.<br><br>Then, Adriano saw what had happened. Something had happened to Cori's car, and she was losing control. Sabotage? Adriano felt the blood rising in his veins. As important as this race was, he couldn't stand people taking blatant potshots at the crew. What was more infuriating was that it had happened during a race. Adriano hated having his focus interrupted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 06:05:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Hairpin turn at the bay inlet<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Everyone<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As everything shockingly unfolded before his eyes, Taras could only watch with mixed feelings; two parts fear, one part anger, one part disbelief. Cori's car acted as though it had just thrown a rod. But in the middle of a corner? Usually you tossed a piston when you were gunning a straight, not breaking and feathering into a corner. As he maintained control of his own vehicle, he quickly zipped by the skidding Caddy. Cori slid dangerously wide, and Taras had to look up into his rear view to see if she could hold on. Unfortunately she had been riding into the corner to hot, and the changed direction sent her bright headlights out of view - she'd gone over the edge to land only God knows how.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shock and fear almost overtook Taras... almost. That was until he glanced back up the road to make sure he wasn't going to test a guardrail himself. What he saw were the two tailights of the Subaru and immediately everything clicked. Taras shouted something Ukranian at the culprit a couple car lengths in front of him. It sounded loud and violent because it was; it translated roughly to: 'When I catch you, it will be the last' but with a several swear words thrown in between. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the back of his mind Taras pleaded that Cori would be okay and that Adrian had seen her go over the edge and would call someone or go help her himself. Taras couldn't... he had his own mission. He had all eight pistons roaring with his foot smashing the floor... cause someone had just written, signed, and sealed their own deathwish - and he was about to stake his claim. It didn't take him long at all to close the gap with the equally desperate Subaru driver. It was right at the 16 on-ramp that Taras caught up and blasted past his rear bumper into a side-by-side position. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The driver looked over at Taras, who had a look of rage on his face - but Taras wasn't looking at him. Taras was still looking ahead. The driver, nearly wetting his pants and with beads of sweat appearing all over his forehead, looked up back at the road anxiously - just in time to see the barrier of water barrels that protected the end of concrete barriers separating the onramp from the regular road. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Taras moved over, as if to let the man make a last second decision to follow him over and get on the freeway - but a split-second after, the Ukranian yanked his wheel hard back into the Subaru. The driver never had a chance to cut back away fully to the other side. The Subaru hit the barrels head on, fast enough to crush through them all the way to the concrete corner hidden beneath. The foreign frame shuddered as the concrete jammed past the crush-zone knocking the man's engine into his passenger seat. The rear end of the car carried the last bit of momentum that jerked the car to the side and spun it, leaving it facing almost backwards on the main road.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Taras' 69 bird managed to avoid the majority of the barrels, but the ferocity in which he'd swerved into the Subaru broke his rear end loose and it slid into the long concrete barrier bordering the on ramp when he'd tried to recover. tearing loose paint and paneling until Taras was able to bring it to a screeching halt some hundred yards or more up the ramp. He slammed his stick into reverse and smashed the pedal, taking him back to where the Subaru had been impaled. He slammed on his brakes again when he got back down the ramp and threw his stick in neutral. He opened his door and jumped out, leaving his car to roll slowly backwards until it found something to bump into and stop. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A look of menacing rage was sprayed across his face as he stalked over to the annihilated Impreza and the unconscious driver inside. Taras yanked at the door handle, but it just ripped off - the door was jammed shut from the frame damage. The driver's side glass however, had shattered so the big man easily reached in to grab the perpetrator's neck. Fortunately for that driver, Taras didn't have room to rear back and throw clean strong hay-makers at his expressionless face. He got in the first good strong punch, and the guy's head just bounced backwards into the headrest and then hung loosely against his chest. He was still alive... just barely... and Taras punched his hanging head again. The unconscious driver collapsed heavily against his torn car interior and the twisted metal in his passenger seat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I'd fucking kill you, but that's too easy!"</strong> Taras spat, wanting badly to end this man... though he knew he couldn't fully do it. <strong>"You're going to remember this mistake, every fucking day of your crippled life."</strong> Taras stepped back and stood up, his fists clenched like vices, his muscles tensed like iron. The guy couldn't even hear a word he said. Taras just stood their staring at him for a moment... as the other racers blazed passed, having to slow and swerve carefully through the mess of smashed barrels, water, and Subaru debri - not to mention Taras' abandoned car in the middle of the road.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He just stood there and stared, until the sound of sirens woke him from his trance. He let the tension in his hands and muscles go, and then shook his head. He reached down to scoop up the torn door-handle that had his prints on it and then he sprinted over to his Pontiac and jumped inside. He wasn't sure if those sirens were headed here, or to where Cori had gone off the road, but despite the potential danger, he had to go check.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Flooring the gas pedal, his tires screamed and he spun himself around to head back down the race course the way they'd just come from. His anger began to be replaced again by fear and worry the closer he got to the Caddy's crash site. He'd probably been gone for about ten minutes or so, but no emergency vehicles had arrived yet. He quickly stopped and exited his car near the torn barrier, and prayed he's see Cori alive an unscathed as he looked down over the hillside into the trees below.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 14:13:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the road<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>It was only when Adriano neared the scene that he actually noticed the broken guard rails. <em>Fuck,</em> he thought to himself, thinking that Cori must have gone over. He thought Cori had lost control while driving around the turn, but he hadn't realized that she had fallen off the fucking course. This was worse than he had originally thought, it was getting serious. He hoped Cori was alright. Adriano summoned his phone with its voice-activation and called one of his boys and told them to call for help. He would've done it himself, but his Ferrari's roaring engine made it hard to hear already. The microphone that he was wearing in his collar helped make the call more understandable, but he didn't want to call an ambulance with it, especially since he didn't want to screw it up while driving at these high speeds.<br><br>In fact, all he managed to say on the phone was, "Cori flew off the course. Probably injured. Probably sabotage. First hard turn." The ambulance probably wouldn't have understood that, but his men back at the start of the race would be able to translate that into something more realistic. For something like this, they knew that 911 wasn't the first option, so they called in a paramedic who was conveniently also an ambulance driver that Adriano knew, one who was willing to come in and help out. As long as it didn't require extended care, he was the best person to call in on emergencies like this. Best not to get the police involved so quickly.<br><br>As Adriano finally turned the corner, sure that someone would come to help Cori, he passed Taras. Oh, and the car that Taras had utterly fucked up in rage, no doubt because of what that driver probably did to Cori. No doubt Rurik or one of his boys was behind this. Luckily, the driver right ahead of him was one of the Triad's boys. Without any finesse or skill at all, Adriano simply rammed straight into the back of the car, stepping on the gas pedal. The car in front of him slid on top of his car as he turned to slam it into the concrete on the side of the road. "Take that, fucker." Adriano muttered, as he got out of his car and walked over to the other car.<br><br>He opened the other car's door and pulled out the driver, landing a solid punch on the side of his face as he did. "How did you sabotage her car?" Adriano said, in a low, impatient voice. He tossed the driver outside of his car, but he only shook and protested his innocence. <em>He probably doesn't know anything anyway,</em> Adriano thought to himself, though he gave the driver a kick in the side just to be safe. Besides, it wasn't like he could continue driving at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 20:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Gig Harbor<br>Tags: Allison<br><br><br>Tipene growled as the sharp turns ate away at his Corvettes speed, the blue Porche creeping up in his rear-view.&nbsp; He'd spent too much time toying with her on the straightaway and sacrificed valuable lead time.&nbsp; Ah well, time to see if he could hold out on her terms now. He played just at the edge of control, sliding his heavier car into position to block her on the curves... until she slid past him out the outside.<br><br>"Ha!&nbsp; Clever girl..."<br><br>Rurik was impressed at the audacity of the move, even more at how she kept the lead for the rest of the time.&nbsp; Every time he thought he had an opening she was suddenly there, holding him neatly in 2nd place.&nbsp; One thing was for sure.&nbsp; She was no amateur like the rest of the drivers in the crew.&nbsp; They were good enough for street hoods, but she was... honed.&nbsp; <em>Where do you come from, girlie...&nbsp; Perhaps I need to find out.</em>&nbsp; His hand fell to the gearshift as he shifted through another turn, doing his best to keep close behind the more nimble GT2 as they approached the pier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:25:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere on the track<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Rurik</span></span><br><hr><br>Luckily for Allison, the final straight portion of this particular race was only a few hundred meters, just short enough for her to hold on to her lead by playing some defense of her own until she crossed the finish line. Rurik was already in the process of passing her by then, and he finally did about a second and a half later, but she'd still crossed the finish line before him be less than half a car length, so it didn't matter anymore. Caught up in the heat of the moment with her adrenaline level at its peak, Ally almost forgot that she had to break so as not to fly over the edge of the pier, but her oversize Brembos compensated for her slightly late reaction without <em>too</em> much difficulty.<br><br>Brakes and tires smoking and screaming, the Porsche finally skidded to a halt more or less next to the black Corvette. Inside, Ally sighed in relief as she put the car into neutral and pulled on the handbrake before finally collapsing on top of the steering wheel, her damp forehead pressed against the leather. She could already hear the blare of the crowd from outside and even the vibrations as a big group of some of the more fervent fans rushed to surround her and Rurik's rides.<br><br>Unable to put her excitement into actual words, Ally gave a very shrill and girly victory cry and slapped both side of the wheel enthusiastically before starting to laugh mirthfully. It had been a very trying and emotional night already, and it was of course still far from over, but for now all of the negative faded from the young girl's mind and was instead replaced by a sensation of complete elation. Beaming as she stepped out of her GT2's ludicrously low bucket seat and into the sea of warm bodies waiting for her outside, Ally glanced around for the only thing that could make the moment even more perfect than it already was: her friends.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 06:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/nikkoss29/albums/230518/thumbs/Kelly%20Hu%205.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div>Name: Mayumi Takahashi<br>Title: Dragons Talon<br>Location: Foulweather Bluff<br>Tags:open, mentions Taras<br><br>Yumi stood her assignment fulfilled for now, in the end the information she gather on the racers was more than enough to justify her worth. The hits on them were to be filled at her leisure anyway. Her hands worked quickly to take apart the rifle she had just used. The gun would be melted down and she would get a new one. As she always did after a job, no gun ever affected the bullet the same way. And once disposed of there would be nothing to trace back to her. Not that the gun would be easily track in the first place. But one could never be to careful in this day and age.<br><br>She looked at the tablet by her side just as the view of Taras came up. She paused watching him beat the man in the car senseless. It was the man she used to light the mark. She sighed and made sure to record that little bit of data as an idea formed in her head. Placing on her helmet and stashing her gear on the bike. Yumi waited till the drivers were clear and quickly road down to the now unconscious driver. Stopping her bike on the other side of the road so no tire marks would be left from her bike. At least not by the soon to be dead body. Her shoes touched earth; the souls were made to make her feet look bigger. If any investigator even thought to look at them. They come to the conclusion that they belonged to a man. Yumi was one to cover all her tracks, one of the reasons she was so good at what she did. <br><br>Staying in the camera's blind spot she fuzzed out the filming and bought herself 15 seconds. More than enough for what she had planned. Walking over being sure to stay as out of site as possible she got to the side window of the paid of drivers car. He groaned and looked up at her; he looked bloody and well beaten. He started to speak but she stopped him. Her gloved hand covers his lips, even with the helmet blocking her face he probably knew who she was. And probably knew what was to happen next. Reaching in Yumi studied the bruises for a moment. And gripped his head twisting in the direction of the blows, twisting till she heard a sudden pop. Just that quick the man was dead limp in his seat. <br><br>Walking back over she shuffled her feet enough to erase her tracks, trying to leave only Taras. Between that and the video she now had of him blatantly beating the man to death, Yumi had leverage for later use. After all what a better way to pull apart a group then from within. Their leader turned murder and going to jail. Turmoil would ensue and make her job that much easier in the end. <br><br>Hopping back on her bike she made sure the file was saved before driving off. The leverage she had now may come in handy later, not to mention the data collected on the cars from the race. With one swift motion she pulled off slowly, only to speed off and away from the scene. Avoiding the drivers and other people present, leaving her light off till she was well clear of the scene. Yumi would head home, send for a cleaner crew to gather the cameras as soon as it was clear to do so. If all else failed she had a small charge in each one. That would destroy them easily enough. She just hated leaving anything behind. <br><br>As she drove home Yumi stopped long enough to grab some ice cream. One of her very few bad habits, sitting in the dairy queen parking lot miles away from the murder she had just committed. Yumi sat and ate her sunday. Sending the video of the race to the techs back at the triad home base. They could analyze it and see to figuring out how to beat the other drivers. But she kept the clip of Taras to herself. She wasn't paid to set those sorts of things up, and honestly she liked having an ace up her own sleeve. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 23:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br><hr><br>She had known not to fall asleep. her tattered image in the drivers seat of the car, with the door open, singing, keeping herself up for the first couple minutes. She could feel her heart pounding, it came from nowhere, as if it had just started beating again. The feeling returned to her legs, her vision was clearing. She could see her cigarettes now, spilled all over the passenger seat. She had been concussed, and that much was obvious.<br><br>After five minutes she was able to stand. She lit a cigarette and stood back from the car. It was a monstrosity, it was a heavy weight. She felt relieved, the cigarette was fantastic and it reminded her how powerful her will was to live. She had torn the bottom of her shirt clean and used the rag to get the blood off of her face. It didn't take long for her to finish her cigarette. Anger flared from every bone in her body. She was standing like a serial killer over his victim. She was steaming in the night. <br><br>Her anger clicked, and she walked over to her car. It looked like she may have needed another smoke, but instead she lurched forward. Her leg lifted and she slammed her heel into the side view mirror on her open door. The mirror failed to detach, she was too little to crack steel. The car was broken. She felt responsible. Wishing for a moment that she would have died with her car, Cori through her fist at the car window. The door closing was the only affect. She snarled in frustration and kicked the steel side panel with her rubber toe. She cracked her elbow against the same window four more times in rapid succession, the window cracked. Her entire hand was numb, from her thumb to the middle of her forearm. Her elbow was bleeding. Pins and needles took over the numb and she shouted from the pain. It was subduing slowly, but her anger had only been taken to hotter steam.<br><br>"Oh really?" She asked herself loudly.<br><br>Like a bull, Cori stomped over to the bloody rag on the ground tied it around her the leaking wound on her arm. She leaned over again as Taras' footsteps approached. Cori had lifted a large rock from the ground. As the feeling returned to her hand, she tossed the rock into her passenger side window and it shattered. <br><br>"Stupid cunt." A tear pulled out of her cheek. She noticed Taras only a few moments later. She looked at him, blood still trickling down her face from both of the wounds on her forehead. Her vest was undone, her shirt was torn, a fare bit of her chest was revealed, "I don't give a fuck." Cori turned her shoulders toward Taras, and looked up at him, as she always had. "I remember my name. I know the date. I can't see your face because my visions all fucking blurry, but I know what just happened." The tears were not miserable to watch. Cori's fuse had gone off. She was an exploding canon.<br><br>She started to walk toward Taras. It was a slow climb.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:55:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Gig Harbor<br>Tags: Allison, Mr Kwan<br><br><br>Tipene brought the Vette to a more reasonable stop, large-caliper brakes easily designed to bring his beast of a ride down from a full sprint to simmering immobility.&nbsp; He listened to the engine rumbling, his hands slowly letting go of the steering wheel as he turned off the radio and opened the door.<br><br>The night air was brisk, tangy with the salt of the harbor waters, and Rurik soaked it in as he leaned against the side of his car.&nbsp; He barely paid any mind to the crowd of watchers around him at the moment, spotting Mr. Kwan's car and then looking at Allie as she emerged from her Porche.&nbsp; The half-Russian smiled, a few gold teeth winking back the shine of an overhead light, as he looked her over. <em>Such a delicate-looking thing.&nbsp; You'd never know she drives like the Devil himself was chasing her.&nbsp; ...&nbsp; Maybe she thought he was.</em>&nbsp; A quiet chuckle.&nbsp; Tipene knew his reputation.&nbsp; <br><br>"You drive well!&nbsp; I am impressed."&nbsp; His faint Russian accent gave the words a slight edge, a slow rhythm similar but distinctly different from the one she knew from Taras.&nbsp; "An excellent race, Allison."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 07:38:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Hairpin turn at the bay inlet<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Cori<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A giant sigh of relief was issued as Taras saw Cori more-or-less intact. Her car, on the other hand, was completely totaled. He could smell the different fluids and chemicals that filled various components of the drivetrain, which meant that trying to even salvage the engine was likely a waste of time. Cori was angry, and she responded the only way that made sense in such a situation. She looked up in his direction and answered all of the questions he could have possibly asked her before he even had a chance to open his mouth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He bounded down the hill in her direction, eyeing her carefully to make sure there weren't any life-threatening injuries that would need immediate hospitalization. As he neared her he could hear the distant sound of sirens, and he spoke quickly. <strong>"We have to get out of here fast - I left a mess the cops aren't going to like. They'll be looking for us. Go get in the car, I'll be there in a second."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The tall Ukrainian then hurried over to the wrecked vehicle and pried open the already bent hood with his bare hands. He ripped out one of the long air hoses and then tore through the front cab looking for Cori's lighter. It was on the floor of the passenger side. With the two tools in hand he slid to the back of the vehicle and shoved one end of the hose down into the gas-tank. Taras put the other end to his mouth and got a good siphon going before tossing the loose end into the backseat. He then struck the lighter and lit the poor caddy ablaze before bounding back up the hill to catch up with Cori. He spat a few times as he ran - trying to get rid of the taste of gasoline.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He helped Cori climb the last couple of feet up the hillside with a hand around her waist; and then guided her towards the passenger side of his car. The sirens were getting louder now. As soon as Cori was halfway in the car, Taras ran around to his own side and jumped in. His female counterpart barely had time to close her door before he shoved in the clutch and pushed the Firebird into first. He took the first small side-street he could find and started quickly making his way towards the Fox Island Pier. <strong>"We've got to get a hold of the others."</strong> Taras said in a concerned tone. <strong>"What happened to you was intentional - and I'm pretty sure if you weren't the only target..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As they coasted down a straight and quiet road, Taras had the time to turn his head and get a better look at Cori's injuries. <strong>"Vision's blurry from the blood, or is it worse than that?"</strong> He asked, hoping for the former.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 10:24:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Watanabeint1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Name: Mr Kwan<br>Title: Dragon's Head<br>Location: Arriving at the finish-line<br>Tags: -<br><br></span><hr><br>The dark Mercedes pulled up behind the cheering crowd, its toned windows making it impossible to get a look into it. In any other city this car would have been pulled over at every street sign, but in Seattle its owner was king and any police officer who tried that trick never did it again. Mr Kwan watched through the haze of arms and heads, seeing the Leclerc girl visibly celebrating and Rurik with his usual good loser grin. A smile curved his dry lips as he sent a message to Mayumi, asking if the deed was done. He didn't need an answer really, he knew that once she was given an order it was as good as done. Which put one piece of the puzzle into place. Now he just had to arrange the rest of the pieces before proceeding. He said a few word to his servant who exited the vehicle and made quick pace through the crowd. He appeared from the crowd in as proper a suit as he had entered. A true Triad servant could slip through a crowd with a ten feet pole of bamboo without causing a ruckus. Chen walked up to Rurik and whispered to him.<br><br>"Mr Kwan would like to extend his invitation to Miss Leclerc as well. At Chow's Chow within the hour."<br><br>The very proper servant stepped back from Rurik and gave a deep bow to Allison before he disappeared the same way he came. Chow's Chow was a small restaurant in China Town, just a little street-side diner and café with a long bar disk and stools with half-curtains covering the establishment. The cook and his family was actually Vietnamese, but everyone had always called him Chow anyway because he made better Hunan food than anyone in the whole town. He was one of few who didn't need to pay protection in the market district, mostly because he was the favorite cook of Mr Kwan who had even been known to take him in to oversee the cooking at banquets on the hotel. Kwan had no intentions of trying to impress his guest by the very everyday location. There were two reasons he wanted to meet them there. It was his undisputed territory and he was aching for a proper Dong'an chicken. As Chen returned to the car he told him their next destination. The servant seemed to brighten up considerably. It had been a long time since they had gone to Chow's Chow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 09:24:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> The open road of the islands<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras<br><hr><br>Taras was a very trustworthy individual. He did exactly what he would have requested of her if she had been capable of asking. The instructions had been spoken too quickly for her to fully comprehend what she was supposed to do, but she instinctively knew that she needed to get away from her broken car. She could feel the Firebird idling above her, and she could hear the purr of the engine in neutral. Ritualistically, Cori followed her tiretracks up to the middle of the hill. She would have fallen in the next few steps if Taras hadn't grabbed her frailness and carried her the rest of the way. She was still walking, but it felt like a dream, the kind where she could never get moving, as if every step was the first one she had ever taken. she was determined, and she could feel the glow of Two fires behind her.<br><br>She wanted one more look, and she swanned her neck as Taras forced her toward the car. She looked down to see the rear gas tank explode. She had wanted to howl with her car, and scream in frustration. The front engine exploded only moments later and Cori's eyes welled up with tears. She fought them away as the burning car disappeared behind the hill.<br><br>She fumbled with her seat belt, the door seemed to close itself and as the engine kicked into gear she clung to the back of the seat, looking much more scared of acceleration than usual. Cori clutched her own ribs and tried hard to keep herself conscious. It was proving to be difficult, she could feel her face wash over white. It was a horrid sensation, it felt like her heart was puking. She reeled it in though and rolled the window down about the same time Taras looked over her way, she could feel his eyes immediately, and she let a smile slip out. If he wasn't there, she would have been fucked in every way.<br><br>He had asked about her vision, but she was still thinking about the mess he could have made. He had said a number of important details, the intentional crash, the multiple targets, her head was swirling, she could hardly process it all. Now, they were flying down an unnamed road, and Cori was finally able to blink her vision out of it's blurry curse.<br><br><strong>"No, no blood in my eyes."</strong> Cori took her vest off, removed her cigarettes from the pocket and tossed the clothing in the back seat. <strong>"I fucked up my funny bone, and I definitely have a concussion." </strong>She smiled as they passed a green blur on the side of the road, a laugh sneaked out, her hands tossed the cigarettes on to the flat section of the dashboard.<strong> "Still can't read road-signs."</strong> Cori dropped her vest on her lap. <strong>"A bit of shock, would say the doctor." </strong>Her mind was rampant with thoughts of death. She was ecstatic to have lived through such an event. The tears, the cigarettes, and the concussion were all working together.<strong> "I'll be alright."</strong> There was still a fair bit of blood trickling out of the wounds on her head. She whipped her shirt up and off of her shoulders. The skin of her small breasts spilled into the open air. The window was still down. She looked really cold.<br><br>As the car continued to accelerate, Cori started to fashion a bandage for her head out of her shirt. The lack of bra was typical. She was practically naked in the passenger seat of Taras car. <strong>"The others. Rendezvous is in the city isn't it? We're catching a big ol' boat?"</strong> The bandage was primitive, functional to say the least. She had torn another section off and used it as a rage to get the blood off of her face. Luckily, Taras had a nearly empty plastic bottle of water on the floorboard. Her vest was wrapped around her naked midsection again as well, she was able to latch all six buttons quickly. The fingers on her right hand kept flexing strangely. Though, she looked to be calming.<br><br>She waited for Taras response. Her eyes had dried up enough to see, and she could finally read the speedometer, but her entire right hand was painfully numb, from the elbow to the tips of her fingers, tingling cold. She clutched the handle on the door as tightly as she could manage.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 19:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div> Name: Tipene Rurik<br>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br>Location: Gig Harbor<br>Tags: Allison, Mr Kwan<br><br><br>Tipene nodded at the servant and then looked up to nod at his bosses car, noting the lack of other arriving drivers with a small frown.&nbsp; And the sound of sirens, with a much deeper frown.&nbsp; <em>Well then, I guess there is nothing for it.</em>&nbsp; He moved through the crowd easily, a shark parting minnows.&nbsp; Most of them weren't even aware of stepping out of his way, they just... did.&nbsp; He offered Allison a small nod as he looked back the way they came.&nbsp; "Cops coming, and no other drivers yet.&nbsp; I don't like it.&nbsp; Find Taras, we were supposed to talk after the race.&nbsp; You and him meet me at Chow Chow's in Chinatown in an hour."<br><br>And just like that he was gone, vaulting the hood of her Porche with one hand and slipping into his beautiful monster of a Corvette.&nbsp; He turned the ignition, slipped it into reverse, and smoothly backed up the pier until he could turn around in the parking lot before vanishing into the darkness with a sinister growl of exhaust, tail lights gleaming like the eyes of all the devils that man feared in the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 03:13:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gig Harbor<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Rurik, Taras</span></span><br><hr><br>As ecstatic as Allison was about winning, a small part of her couldn't help but feel like it was a somewhat hollow accomplishment without any of her friends around to celebrate it with. She'd constantly been glancing over the crowd that had swarmed her for any signs of Natalie or Ryan without any luck, and worse still was the fact that none of her other crew members had arrived at the finish line yet. Only a few other cars had, in fact, but none of the were Taras, Cori or Adriano. <br><br>Way too much time had already gone by. If they were gonna finish the race, they'd have been at the harbor already, so the only logical conclusion was that something had happened. Just as Ally's heart caught in her throat from the realization that something had gone wrong and her even more grim guesses about what it could have been, Rurik nearly gave her a heart attack when he shocked her back into reality with his thickly accented voice.<br><br>"Oh, uhh, thanks. You too." Her reply was an automatism more than anything else. Rurik had caught her quite off-guard, and Ally was generally gracious even in victory, so she'd just said what she always did when a fellow racer congratulated her. Maybe she'd sounded a little bit dim, but she had a lot on her mind. Mostly questions and very little answers.<br><br>By the time that the triad messenger had extended Mr. Kwan's invitation to her, she was genuinely confused and more than a little bit concerned, too. What in the world could he want with her when he was already supposed to meet with Taras? He was the one that handled all of the decisions, not her. Unless they knew...<br><br><em>No way, they can't</em>, she tried to tell herself unconvincingly while digging her phone out of her pocket. Her hands trembling with excitement, worry, anxiety and who knew what other emotion, Ally fumbled with her phone's touch screen and accidentally called two of her other contacts before hanging up and finally reaching Taras. Her heart started to beat increasingly rapidly as she held her breath and hoped that he would pick up, and the general chaos encircling her as police sirens were heard getting closer did nothing to help her relax.<br><br>"Hello?? Oh fuck, thank god!" Allison exclaimed the second that she heard her friend's very familiar voice on the other side of the line. Still, she'd instantly sensed that something was wrong just from the darkness in his tone. "What happened, where are you guys? The police is already coming, I can't stay." With all of her questions and everything that was happening, she didn't even think to mention Mr. Kwan's invitation right away.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 04:56:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Pawn-Shop Drop-Point<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Cori, Allison<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He'd already spoken so much tonight - so many of his emotions leaking out that he'd normally have kept wrapped up tightly. It was completely unlike him... but then these were abnormal circumstances. The crew often dealt with sketchy situations and dangerous encounters, but they came with some amount of expectation, for the most part. Boosting cars came with a certain territory of getting shot at, running from the cops, driving recklessly - and occasionally crashing a vehicle. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tonight was nothing like those nights. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It came out of nowhere, it was intentional - and Taras' mind was in such a fray he couldn't begin to decide who was behind it. He had his suspicions, but wasn't anywhere near confident on the truth. Regardless of who put the hit out - it would eventually originate from their employment with the Triads. Ever since they'd become the hot item for the rising Asian power in Seattle, they'd made plenty of enemies: police, rival car-stealing crews, everyone they were stealing cars from... Some of these thefts were on very high-dollar vehicles - and the owners of those cars had the money to become a potential threat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Too many possibilities, it had his mind in a scramble.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Fortunately the phone rang, and yanked the now-silent Ukrainian from his thoughts. Everything Cori had said while he was thinking suddenly came to the forefront of his mind. He replied to her as he subconsciously dug for his phone, <strong>"Yes. Tonight's rendezvous point is the city park five blocks from the garage."</strong> He pulled his phone out finally and glanced down at the screen right when he finished the sentence. <strong>"Allison. They're probably wondering where we're at."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He tapped the answer button with his thumb as he pulled into the back parking lot of an old pawn shop. <strong>"Hey."</strong> The worry in Allison's voice stood out strongly to Taras - their close relationship allowed things like tone-of-voice, mannerisms, and other subconscious actions to say that much more in any conversation. <strong>"We're pulling into my drop point - have to ditch my car." </strong>It was something that could normally be a routine reply during a night of boosting cars - but the tone in his voice likely clued Allison into the fact that something was very different this time. He almost sounded scared - <em>almost</em>. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Shake those cops and meet us at the park. I'll explain when we get there."</strong> His voice suddenly sounded calmer, as if the thought of the crew grouping back up in a safe location was all they needed to overcome the events of the night. Everything was better when they were all together, and even the possibility of it relieved any fear Taras might have previously had. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He pulled the beat-up Firebird to a stop near a big dumpster and jumped out, heading towards the trunk to pull out the car-cover he had stored there. <strong>"And Allison."</strong> He said, his tone softer - as despite the recent events, he still had the image of the last time he saw her car that night. <strong>"You kept Rurik in your rearview all the way to the Pier right?"</strong> It was barely even a question. She could probably hear the pride creeping into his tone as he asked her; as if he'd truly believed she was going to win all along.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He continued to hold the phone to his ear and looked in Cori's direction as she was exiting the battered orange car, giving her a nod to affirm what she'd probably already guessed. That Allison (at least) was fine for now. They had yet to hear from the others - but Ryan and Natalie weren't even racing - and Adriano... Well... he was <em>more</em> than capable of taking care of himself. A fact they both were well aware of. He quickly yanked the tarp over his car and secured it as Allison replied. He hung up the phone and jogged over to the stashed ride - an old rusty-looking Chevelle. It was a sleeper, a beater on the outside and finely tuned under the hood.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just in case he needed to evade the police in it... <em>again</em>...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 05:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/xang9.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> The back of the pawne shoppe<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, OPEN<br><hr><br>In long moments of silence, Cori was able to shake all of her cobwebs loose. She felt like she had completely regained control when Taras picked up the phone call. She could mostly follow what the two of them were talking about. It sounded like Allison had won the race, but that wasn't nearly important enough to Cori at the moment. The grip on her right hand was losing power, and the pain was nearly unbearable. She lit a cigarette for herself as the Firebird slowed into an Alley.<br><br>Cori exited the car as quickly as she could. There were no sirens, and the night was oddly calm and quiet, but she still felt a powerful urgency to move, and get to safe ground. Being with the rest of the crew seemed like a bright idea. They were already far enough away from the race. Cori's selfish streak was riding high, she just wanted to get her elbow looked at, and she wanted a cold shower and a bottle of Jack Daniels. <br><br>Her feet were stable now, and she looked like all of the shell-shock had worn off. As she moved from the Firebird to the sleep car she decided to fill Taras in on her condition, She held the cigarette in her left hand as she stammered out her current drama. <strong>"Damn, ya know my head isn't the concern anymore. That's all cleared up."</strong> A pause settled here that helped her raise her voice. <strong>"But this hand. It's this fucker-" </strong>Cori held her right hand up, still dripping with blood, leaking through the bandage. <strong>"I can't feel this hand at all." </strong>She was climbing into the passenger seat of the new car, so she didn't seem concerned with this matter at the moment.<br><br>She waited for Taras to open the driver's side door. <strong>"How are we doing on time, sugar?"</strong> She was leaning over the center console with her seat-belt in her numb hand, and her cigarette hanging from her lip. She took a long drag and leaned back into her seat. The door shut and she fastened her seatbelt, lifting her foot onto the dashboard, holding her right hand in front of her, nursing it, blowing smoke on it by accident. Her face was still pale, but a cold look of apathy was hanging off of her brows. She looked sad, angry, and relieved all at the same time.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 05:49:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown meeting location<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori</span></span><br><hr><br>Allison could tell right away that something was very wrong just by the tone of Taras' voice. She'd never heard him sound so rattled, which was of course to say that he barely sounded rattled at all, but with him you always had to multiply any hints of emotion tenfold to get an idea of what he was really feeling. He caught himself pretty quickly, probably because he was trying to protect her from whatever was wrong. Ally didn't bother to push for more information, knowing that she'd never wrestle any out of him if he was dead-set on waiting until she joined him and the others at the rendezvous point, plus it wasn't really the time for drawn out phone conversations when the cops were crashing the party down hard.<br><br>"Not all the way, but I got it back at the end. Meet you downtown, I'll be there 'soon as I can." That was all the time that they had time for before Ally had to hang up and book it out of there.<br><br>Still unable to spot Natalie or Ryan, she didn't have much choice but to get out of there and hope that they'd be alright. Taras could probably call them to make sure since he was already at the safe location. As for herself, Allison was lucky enough not to run into any trouble on her way out of the harbor. Only a single cop car had even bothered to peel off and pursue her, but it had given up after about five seconds, most likely preferring to go after an easier target instead.<br><br>Naturally, Ally's head was a maelstrom of worry, theories and wild guesses for the entire duration of the trip to downtown Seattle, no matter how much she tried to stop herself from thinking about it. It was typical for her to overthink and stress about even minor issues, so this weird situation with a bunch of unknowns was downright driving her crazy.<br><br>When she finally made it to the meeting location, she didn't notice Cori's arm until after parking her Porsche behind Taras' incognito Chevelle. "Oh my god, what happened!?" Ally exclaimed, skipping the usual hug with Taras to rush towards Cori's side instead. She wanted to help somehow, but she didn't really know anything other than very basic first aid, and the blonde girl's injury looked severe enough to the point where she was afraid that touching it without knowing what she was doing would probably only make it worse. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 06:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ls1tech.com/forums/attachments/vehicles-sale-lsx-powered-only/88382d1172263791-72-chevelle-sale-8000-exterior4.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>The Muscle<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Title&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;Pawn-Shop, en route to Downtown<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Cori, Allison, Natalie, Adriano, Ryan<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He just shook his head when Cori showed him her arm. He opened the passenger door for her before heading around to the driver's side and climbing in himself. He twisted back over the center console to rummage through the back of the car for something. Cori leaned over on the center console as well, possibly glancing at what he was searching for. That was when she inquired about the time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"We've got enough time for you to not be stubborn and let me get a closer look at that arm."</strong> he said as he cracked open the first-aid kit he'd managed to finally find in the back seat. He wasn't a trained professional, but a rough life on his own filled with criminal activity made him better quick-fix doc than the average Joe. He reached over and gingerly lifted Cori's arm toward him - knowing it might be painful, but they had to stop the bleeding. Between her head and arm there was no telling how much she'd already lost. She wasn't a very big girl either, he wanted to be sure she at least stayed stable - regardless of the 'i-can-take-care-of-it' bullshit she would normally feed him. He couldn't really remember a time he'd seen her this messed up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was bad.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He free'd her makeshift bandage and quickly went to work sanitizing the lacerations with hydrogen peroxide before applying a healthy amount of clean gauze. He finished it off with a tightly-wrapped ace bandage, hoping the pressure and the packed gauze would give her blood a chance to start clotting. <strong>"Damn Cori,,,"</strong> he started as he finished tying off her bandage. <strong>"we need to get you to the Doc. This one's bad."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As soon as he was finished he fired up the primer grey SS and quickly backed out of the parking spot before shifting into first and taking off back down the road. He figured the cops would be heavily monitoring the ferries, so he had to take the long way back.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The ride was mostly silent, Taras was busy worrying about the rest of their crew; and Cori's mind was God knows where at the moment. It didn't bother him though, it might take time to process the traumatic event. He tried to dial Ryan, Natalie and Adriano as he drove, but all three attempts went unanswered to their respective voicemails. He left the same message every time: <strong>"Race went sour, you know where we're meeting. See you soon. Call if there's trouble."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Though it was the scenic route, it didn't take them too long to get back into downtown, about thirty minutes or so; but the clock was ticking. They had to meet Mr. Kwan in less than a half an hour. That was an invitation you DID NOT want to be late for. It was muscle memory for Taras driving back towards their Garage, only when he passed it and went on another five blocks to the nearby city park did he really have to pay attention to where he was going.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He looked over at Cori again as they neared the meeting spot. <strong>"How ya hangin' in there?"</strong> he asked, his accent thicker than usual.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; After her response, they arrived at the park. He barely had time to take the car out of gear and twist back the ignition before Allison's car pulled up behind them. They all got out of their respective vehicles at about the same time. Allison must have noticed the fresh bandages, blood, and Cori's awkward movements immediately - because she skipped her usual greetings and hurried over to Cori's side. He was glad to see at least two of them out of harm's way. Now where were the others?</div><br><div align="center"><strong>- =&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u"><em>Continued in: Downtown Seattle Streets</em></span>&nbsp; = -</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152693.msg7719556#msg7719556)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 06:25:35</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the road<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>After Adriano had beaten the shit out of that driver, he knew better than to stick around. Taras had gone after Cori, and he wouldn't be needed. He called one of his crew, and asked him to pick him up at a nearby location. Within a few minutes, Adriano was in a car far away from the scene. His secondary car had been stashed at a nearby fast food restaurant, and his crew member pulled up there, grabbing something from the drive through as Adriano slipped out of the other side of the car and went for his casual driving car. He only drove this car on normal occasions, to make it seem normal when he drove it on days like this.<br><br>He immediately flew out of the parking lot, about as fast as is legal, and cruised to the meeting spot. He wondered whether Cori and Taras had made it out fine. He knew a friend who was a paramedic, and owed him a few favors, and he dialed the phone as soon as he was cruising.<br><br>"Hey, Clap?" Adriano remembered that Clap was a shortened form of his real name, or a nickname or something, but he didn't remember the guy's real name. He knew he was safe, though, and he did have more details on the guy somewhere. Either in his phone or on his computer on one of his lists of people.<br><br>"Can you come over and help out? There was an accident, and we need some of that paramedic skill you have." he gave him the locations, and put the phone away as he knew that the guy was coming to the location. It wasn't that far of a drive, in any case. And he owed Adriano a few.<br><br>He finally came up to the meeting spot. "Clap's on his way. He's a paramedic." Adriano said to Taras as he got out of his car, before he did his normal scan of the area and noted to see how many people had made it back to the meeting spot.<br><br>Then he thought, hell, I don't even know how the race went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 22:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/xang9.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br><strong>Title:</strong> Fucking Skills<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Puget Sound<br><strong>Tags:</strong> <em>none</em><br><hr><br>Cori felt rush after rush of centered free-form thought. It was refreshing. The work that Taras had done on her arm was considerable, and though the pain was still excruciating, she felt much better, knowing that some one else had looked at. He had been worried for her. But he was hardly speeding. She felt safe around him. <br><br>The feeling was odd, and an alien expression was visible on her face for most of the trip through the islands to Deception pass. They had passed through Oak Harbor, and Camano. The views were breathtaking, even in the shadow of the night.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the concussion, but Cori could see in the dark more effectively than usual. Her perception was more kin. Her mind was heavy with death. She felt lucky- yet more so- infallible. It felt like a part of her had burned away with her car, and she was starting to regret the decision to look back and watch it explode. There were silver linings though. Beyond the mere fact that she had survived the crash - Cori was looking at the big picture with more clarity as every mile zipped by. Taras had briefed her on the accident the moment she had climbed into the car. And, now- All of what he had said was starting to make sense. <br><br>Cori was honored. <em>'That's right. I would have made that European freak look like a fool.'</em> Rurik- <em>' My 'Ol baby would have smoked him on the straight away- could have made that race a crap shoot for fun-'</em> That alien expression grew wider. She seemed to be cleaning her bi-focals- except, Cori didn't wear glasses. A blank expression, hard thinking. Her right knee was curled up into her chest. Her other foot could barely reach the floor board of the sleeper car. <em>'They targeted me because I'm better than the rest of the team. The biggest threat.'</em> She couldn't shake that one, as false as it was. <br><br>She was in the trees, there was no way to see the forest. It was an ego boost. She was breathing vengeance. She was full of shit. <br><br>As they floated over the lulling slope of the deception pass bridge (http://oi49.tinypic.com/2jac9jd.jpg), she nearly cried. Like one giant crescendo. Her right arm had vanished in the sight of the islands and the man made lake below her. Every time she glanced to Taras, she was stabilized and calm. Her silence was odd though. She was starting to get used to sting in her fingers and her wrist.<br><br><div align="center"><em>-~Continued in Downtown Seattle.~-</em></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 02:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br><strong>Location:</strong> En route downtown<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open... but not really</span></span><hr><br>The terrible thing about motorcycles is that it's really a bitch to check your phone when you're riding one.<br><br>There wasn't much time between the declaration of the race winner and the scattering afterward for Natalie to even think to go over and talk to Allison or anyone else she knew at the finish line. The end of the race was nearly as chaotic as the start, though the cars now sped off for many different reasons in many different directions. The biker did the same, instinctually more than anything else and it wasn't until there was a healthy distance and a few city buildings between herself and the finish did she stop to think about what her next move was.<br><br>For someone who prides herself on being intuitive and clever, Natalie never thought to look at her phone to read her messages or even send a few out. As she is more often than not found in her own little corner of their hideout, it was pretty much hardwired in her brain to use her tech when she was surrounded by it and not for any social purposes. Even life and death situations, apparently. Still, she did have the mind to remember the contingency plan for such a predicament and after knocking on her helmet a few times to see if her head was still in it, the blonde made her way to the park.<br><br><div align="center"><em>-~Continued in Downtown Seattle~-</em></div></div>
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