Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets
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				Title: <strong>Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 22:57:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfuipDyOAOY/Tu7SAgZljXI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/6RuaE_5Nlrw/s1600/seattle-at-night.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Downtown Seattle Streets</span></strong></span></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; The streets of Seattle this summer are warm and busy during the day, but cool and wild at night - if you know where to look. The Crew spends most of their day-time hours helping out in the auto-shop which is their cover business, and usually only hits the streets during the day in one of the company trucks for part runs or trips to the grocery store or other places - since they are located downtown and the traffic is usually fairly thick. It eases up during mid-day, but still isn't very friendly to drive around in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It's at night when all the action happens. The traffic is a lot less, and most people are either on their way to a bar or club or coming from one. The cops tend to keep a lot of night-time attention focused on the inner city, so the Crew's garage is just on the out-skirts of downtown, where they have quick access to alleys and smaller streets that can get them into the industrial district and residential neighborhoods. Most of the street racing takes place in the empty industrial district and by the docks, though on rare occasions they do take place downtown - or up on the winding mountain roads. Most downtown races are 'street-light' races that take place spontaneously between a pair of drivers. All of the organized multi-car sprints and circuit races go down in the less-populated areas that have little-to-no night time traffic.</div><br><hr><hr>
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				Post by: <strong>Raziel</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 13:32:45</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> Downtown Seattle<br><strong>Tags:</strong> None<br><hr><br>“I am well aware of what my job is.” Ryan said to the person on the other end of the line. “…Well they haven’t had any cars to steal since I’ve been undercover.” The longer the conversation went on the more frustrated Ryan became until finally he had enough “Look this undercover assignment could last a while, right now I don’t have anything but I will and when I do I will tell you so how about until then you let me do my job…thank you!”<br><br>He tossed the phone onto his couch with a sigh as he leaned back and tilted his head from side to side, hearing it crack. Being an undercover cop isn’t the most glamorous role a cop can do, oh sure there are worse, but being someone else day in day out for countless days, weeks, months or even years in some cases can take its toll. <br><br>The key to being a good undercover agent he found was putting a little bit of the real you in with all the lies, helps make it believable, but that’s the easy part, the hard part is separating yourself enough to keep your loyalties and your emotions in check, get close enough to your targets to earn their trust while keeping enough distance so that you don’t hesitate when it’s time to bring them down.<br><br>This assignment at least was right up his alley, street racing and car theft. Ryan couldn’t help but smile since he’d always had a love of cars as a kid, something he never grew out of and would come in handy for this assignment.<br><br>He glanced down at the stack of folders on his couch, each one of them full of whatever information the FBI had on his new crew. Some of it didn’t really surprise him much, at least not until he’d gotten to the file on Allison, specifically the bit about her parents murder and her fathers suspected ties to the Triads. Ryan wondered if the girl was aware of that piece of information, if she did that could cause problems for him down the line.<br><br>He’d been with the crew for a little over a month now, so was still pretty much the new guy but had made a bit of leeway with the group. Glancing over at the clock he realised it was nearly time for the race. Unfortunately he’d blown one of the gaskets in his SLR during the last race, it wasn’t bad enough that he couldn’t drive it but racing it was out of the question. He’d ordered a new part but it hadn’t arrived yet, which had benched him from tonight’s race.<br><br>Which in a way was a blessing in disguise since not every member of the crew would be racing, given him an opportunity to not only get to know some of them better and solidify his place in the group, but also afforded him an opportunity to see if he could spot some of the Triads, the more info he could gather on them to help his case at these events the better prepared the FBI will be when it came time to take them down. He’d have to be subtle about it though, these events were the ideal meeting points to hand off information…like say a list of cars to be stolen for example. <br><br>Standing up he grabbed the folders and stashed them away out of sight before grabbing his gun, the keys to his car and heading out the door, making his way down to the garage, smiling at his sleek black McLaren sitting there, he really loved that car, even more now considering it also came in handy when he had undercover assignments like this. <br><br>The engine roared to life when he turned the key, the noise echoing around the empty underground garage. He pulled out into the streets and headed for the outskirts of the city where tonight’s race was going down.&nbsp; As he drove through the city he had to admit Seattle was a nice place but it wasn't New York...that was the other problem with going undercover, being away from home and family for long periods of time, it all adds up and takes it toll, not to mention a person's love life...Ryan couldn't even remember the last relationship he'd had, at least not a real one anyway. But he'd spent most of his career working undercover assignments so it wasn't the first time he'd had these thoughts and overall had accepted the facts and moved on, still they occasionally manage to pop their way into his mind every now and then. For a brief moment he could almost count the years he had lived his life of lies as undercover Ryan compared to living the truth, so far true Ryan was still winning by a year or so but the gap between the two got smaller and smaller with each assignment.<br><br>As he stopped at a red light he shook his head, banishing all those thoughts to the back of his mind and turned on the radio, using the rest of the drive to relax, listen to some tunes and get his head in the game before he met up with the rest of the crew at the race.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 06:14:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/nikkoss29/albums/230518/thumbs/Kelly%20Hu%205.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Takahashi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152900.msg6981203#msg6981203)<br><strong>Title:</strong> Dragon's talon<br><strong>Location:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Yumi's place</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://createbeautifulrooms.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Modern-Condo-Living-Room.jpg)<br>(http://createbeautifulrooms.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Modern-Condo-Kitchen.jpg)<br>(http://createbeautifulrooms.net/modern-condo-apartment-design.html/modern-condo-apartment-dining-room)<br>Guest room and second bathroom.<br>(http://createbeautifulrooms.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Modern-Condo-Apartment-Bedroom.jpg)<br>(http://createbeautifulrooms.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Modern-Condo-Bathroom.jpg)<br>The most of the place seeming to having a set theme she only changed the rest of the apartment once you reached her private bedroom and bathroom. Her own personal hideaway. It seems she let the decorator have the rest of the condo to do with as they pleased not really seeming to have her touch. No personal touches around, her bed room, music room and bathroom seemed a bit more personal. <br>Her bed room.<br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/keyleabed.jpg)<br><br>.(http://www.steinway.com/img/hero_boston.png) Nothing in the middle of the room a large round rug, and the windows that over look the city. Her bathroom is just past through the door to the left of the room<br>the bathroom<br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/keybathroom2.jpg)<br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/keybathroom1.jpg).<br>There is a large room to back of the condo, one may think it is a dance studio. But they would be wrong, as it is her practice area. A portion of the wall parts to a series of weapons. <br>(http://2modern.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/01/0401ssdt_i2.jpg)<br>And a home gym. <br>(http://homesbydestination.stagingatforest.net/files/Chhubu-582x435.jpg)<br></div></div><strong>Tags:</strong> no one. <br><hr><br>Yumi woke to the sound of her alarm, her well trained hand came up and tapped it cutting it off. With a long lazy stretch of her body she sat up. Her hand reached for a tablet by her bed. Hitting a few keys on the screen info started to scroll by. She searched over security settings, messages that came in, and morning news. Setting it up the information came up on a screen across from her bed. Slipping from her bed her bare feet touch the heated floor. Her security hadn't been touched during the night, and it normally wasn't but Yumi was never one to leave things to chance. <br><br>She wore a silk nightgown that clung to every soft curve her body. Her hands ran through her long raven black hair as she made her way through her bed room. Walking into her large walk in closet, Yumi pulled her nighty (http://photos.weddingbycolor.com/p/000/008/990/m/54382/p/thumbnail/157993.jpg) up and over her head. Tossing it into the hamper to be washed, fallowed by her underwear. Quickly reaching for a change of clothes, she pulled on yoga pants and a sports bra. Fallowed by a a pair of sneakers and finishing off her look with pulling her hair into a ponytail. <br><br>Entering her work out hall the lights flickered to life as she entered. Grabbing a remote Yumi hit play on her sound system allowing <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music</div><div class="spoiler_body">music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWzwKBoW_OA#ws)</div></div> music to fill the room, as the blinds spread open. Allowing sunlight to pour in and warmed the room around her. Walking over to a mat Yumi started her movements slowly. Stretching and warming up her finally tuned body. Her long kept schedule only varied when her work called for it. Yumi spent the morning hours working out, keeping her body in top form. <br><br>Once she was done Yumi showered and sat for small meal. Looking over her message she got one from a familiar number. "<strong>Race tonight, the outskirts you know the starting point."</strong> it was quick and to the point. And with that her evening plans changed. It seemed she had a race to go to. And if she played her cards right a name to mark off her list. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 22:03:07</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> Seattle City Park<br><strong>Tags:</strong> <em>Taras, Allison, Adriano </em><br><hr><br><div align="center">-~<em>Continued from the Seattle City Outskirts</em>~-</div><br>Three get away cars idled with an unrequited nature- a silent twenty-one gun salute. The lights were on and there was enough action in the city to disguise the four criminals well among their element. Hapless transients wandered to and fro, high. The smell of burnt french fries and high octane gas filled the air. The sky was glowing, for the clouds were light enough to capture the lights of the city. There was no moon. There were no stars. A roar came out of every street, as if thousands of librarians were discussing the Seattle Times. The faint glimmer of jazz music twinkled in the ambient bass of the city. There were hundreds of street performers. <br><br>Cori was as quiet with the rest of her team as she had been with Taras. A lucid glaze over her eyes, and a loose smile that gave away her will to live. She looked like she was about to pass out. But she was chain smoking cigarettes, so that might have been the cause behind her pale face. She had given Allison a half hug, entirely uninterested in women at the moment. She had patted her on the shoulder and congratulated her on the race. It had been backwards though, "Congratulations on finishing that fucking shoot-out." She had removed the bandages from her head, the bleeding had stopped there.<br><br>A fourth car was turned off and parked some distance away, on the other side of a soccer field. Clap had driven to the park from his home in Olympia to service the team. He had always been paid by Adriano, and it was usually a good investment to do surgery on sight, no matter how badly his patient was hurt. He stayed alive by limiting his clients, and he liked working with Adriano. Cori was leaning out of the back-drivers side door of Taras' sleeper car. Her right arm was extended into the car, where Clap was administering local anesthetics- and morphine into her blood stream. He had already performed his diagnostic, and he knew what was wrong with her arm. The Ulna in Cori's right elbow had suffered a fracture, and it was obstructing the nerve pathways down to her fingers. She could still move everything, so there was no muscle or tendon damage. The doctor would remove damaged material and repair as much as he could. <br><br>Cori had had several Tattoo's done. This was <em>much different</em>. She was trying to listen to conversation between Allison Adriano and Taras. A light dose of morphine made it hard to comprehend what they were saying, and the pain in her elbow was making her bite a small hole in her bottom lip, just enough to taste the blood. If she could taste the blood, the pain was distracting enough not to scream at whatever Clap was doing to her elbow. If she looked that direction she could only see blood on his hands and that only did well enough to make her face more pale. She muscled through the operation and focused on the team that had collected around her. <br><br>The only sirens were distant, and regular traffic was slow. The cop cars in Seattle were currently missing from the equation. They were almost home.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 04:29:46</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: 10pt;" 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> Seattle City Park<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Allison, Taras, Cori, Adriano</span></span><hr><br><div align="center">-~<em>Continued from the Seattle City Outskirts</em>~-</div><br>Natalie made it to the parks, just barely following the laws of the road to get there at as quickly as she could. Contrary to popular belief, the girl really did care for everyone in the crew, even if she did push them away at times. It wasn't that she did it on purpose! It was just one of her defensive mechanisms. At least that's what she told herself again as she rounded the corner and saw a bunch of cars parked in the lot. All were done so rather sloppily, too, for a bunch of street racers. Thinking about it, it looked rushed, which could only mean that something terrible had happened, which made Natalie speed the rest of the short distance.<br><br>Everyone was gathered around Taras' sleeper, if everyone was Allison, Tars, Cori, and Adriano. There was another guy, and another car, that Natalie didn't recognize, but that mattered little to her as she pulled up and shut off her bike. Even though she was sure that the group was on high alert and knew that she was there, the blonde quickly got off her vehicle and dashed over to them to see exactly what she was missing. She almost wished she hadn't.<br><br>Cori was a straight mess, with some on call doctor toying around with her elbow. "Fuuuck..." was Natalie's response, which she didn't give until the helmet was held at her side with her gloves put into it. She looked at everyone else in the little semi-circle around the car, trying to figure out which of the three to ask what happened. Natalie settled with no one, deciding it would all come out to her in due time. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 03:26:10</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;Westpoint Lighthouse, Discovery Park - 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><br><div align="center"><strong>- =&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u"><em>Continued from: Seattle City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</em></span>&nbsp; = -</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152694.msg7679847#msg7679847)</div><br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Despite the extremity of the situation, the fact that all of the other crew members except one had made it back unscathed began to put Taras at ease. That, and the fact that their was a trained physician working hard on Cori's damaged arm. He was no surgeon, but Field Paramedics tended to have some of that extremely practical medical knowledge that real doctors never learned. The Ukrainian just hoped it was within his ability to handle - as they couldn't risk going to a hospital - though they would if they must.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His fellow crew leader seemed to be experiencing quite a bit of pain, even with morphine - which wasn't the best of signs. However, the fact that she could feel anything at all was at least optimistic. Taras didn't mind pain all that much - it let him know his body was working, and that he was in fact alive. It was in watching Cori fight through the pain that he finally began to feel his own injuries. They were nothing compared to hers, but his knuckles had been torn up, and his left shoulder was sore; probably from slamming into the Subaru and forcing it into the concrete barriers. Small flashes played back of his actions. He bristled slightly as he recalled punching the driver several times. He kind of wished he'd done more - but the guy was injured enough (or so he thought).<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Inside, Taras was still fuming slightly; but on the outside he was completely calm. He'd worn too many of his emotions on his sleeve already tonight. He wanted to say something to distract them all, to get their take their attention off of Cori. He knew she hated being pitied; and they all knew it was serious. <strong>"When I find out who's responsible for this..."</strong> he started, his accent thick, and a touch of anger still present in his tone. He never finished the sentence though. He didn't need to. Everyone in the crew knew how he handled things, they knew how he felt. He didn't handle emotions well. Being angry irritated him, and it made him even more angry.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took in a breath and tried to force the simmering thoughts out of his mind and focus on the positive. They were all here, all alive. Except for Ryan. He was a new addition to the crew, and the only one that hadn't been a part of the group for years. He'd been recruited primarily for his skills and abilities - and he was a likable guy; but he wasn't family quite yet. For whatever reason, Taras didn't feel the sense of unease and worry that he did were Adriano, Cori, Allison, or Natalie missing. He'd show up eventually. After all, he did have skills.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taras moved away from the group then, trying to get the immediate events out of his mind and think back into what happened, what caused it; and perhaps what the intentions behind it were. Given the place on the track where the event happened, it seemed like whoever had planned it had been planning it would have done more damage. Cori got away very lucky. Careening off the hillside like that, in a car that heavy... she's God-damned lucky she didn't hit sideways and roll all the way into the harbor and drown. He shook his head and crossed his arms, looking back across the wide harbor to the other side - where it had all taken place. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In about a half hour, he'd have more answers. After they met with Mr. Kwan. That fucking bastard. They needed to get out from under the Triads heavy hand, but they were in so deep; where could they even start? Tonight had been crazy enough, they'd have to start discussing it tomorrow. For now, they'd meet with the Triads, then head home to the Loft in Ballarad, just a stones throw from Discovery Park, across Salmon Bay.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 07:39:32</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> Seattle City Park<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Cori, Taras, Allison, Natalie<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>Adriano arrived at the scene, but didn't really say much, as Clap had arrived immediately. With a nod of his head, he stooped down to look at Cori, then started to work on her. Adriano let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't known how serious the injury was, but if Clap had started working, then it meant it wasn't bad enough to worry about a mortality. If he was still working, then it meant he was saving her. Or... whatever it was that she needed at the moment. <br><br>He looked over at Taras and Allison, and saw the tense faces. They were both worried as well. "You'd think winning a race like this would make us a bit more cheerful." he said to Allison, who had won the race after all. He could see the anger boiling inside of Taras, though. He was thinking about what move to make next when Natalie arrived, "Missed all the excitement." he murmured, as she came in and saw what had happened to Cori. <br><br>"What's the status?" he asked Clap, brusquely. Clap held up a hand, as he was in the middle of doing some stitches or something or other to Cori. A minute later, he responded, "She'll be fine. Her arm might be a tad less so. But she's going to make it through whole. Just as soon as all of those bruises heal. That fucking steel cage of a car of hers." he said, as he went back to work on her arm.<br><br>Adriano sighed, and let his thoughts of the Triad continue. It was no doubt that it had been the Triad, but what exactly were they aiming to do? And why did they want Taras and Allison over for dinner? He cast a stony glance at Taras, and knew his mind was on the topic of the dinner, too, if probably a bit more vengeful. "You can't fight the Triad today, Taras." he said, in a low voice. It was never wise to attack right after being provoked, it was when you were most vulnerable and your opponent was most ready. And the Triad had been ramping up their operations against the crew, it had seemed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 05:31:03</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> Discovery Park<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori, Adriano, Natalie</span></span><br><hr><br>Although the brief hug with Cori had reassured her a little, Allison couldn't help but feel saddened by the other girl's comment. Not because she was upset that her win - which was supposed to have been a joyous occasion - had been turned into a near-tragedy, stained by fear and anger and blood, but just <em>because</em>. Because of the whole situation. Because the hardest thing in the world was standing by idly while watching a family member suffer. <br><br>That reflection brought on an additional sharp pang of guilt that spread out all through her chest and made it tighten up uncomfortably as she got an even clearer idea than she'd had previously about what she'd been doing to Taras by distancing herself from him and hiding her problems. It was both funny and sad how idiotic people could be, herself included. It took a horrible event just to grant her some new perspective about something that should have been obvious from the start.<br><br>Ally's only reply to Adriano was a forced smile before she went to pace somewhat close to the car where Cori was being worked on by Clap, allowing the two guys to exchange a few words in private. She could clearly see that Taras was furious and liable to go on the warpath, but Adriano would be the voice of reason. Better than she didn't interfere with this one, especially not with everything else already going on between them.<br><br>She'd have gotten closer to the car to check on Cori if she could, but the sight of blood freaked her out too badly. Not a bit of blood, that was fine, but a lot of it like that, especially with someone poking around inside of the injuries...Allison couldn't stomach it. She hadn't even been able to dissect a dead frog in biology class. She ended up pacing in front of Natalie, her face only having a shade or two more color in it than Cori's at the very most.<br><br>"Nat..." she stopped in front of Natalie long enough for them to exchange a few words a rubbed her own arms, but the chill that she was feeling came from within, so it didn't help. "You and Adrian take care of her back home, okay?" It was the most obvious thing in the world and more than likely didn't even need saying, but Ally was stressed and still in a bit of shock. "I can't go back with you guys right away." <em>Or maybe ever</em>, but it most certainly was not the time for that conversation. "If you think anything is wrong - <em>might</em> be wrong even for a second, you get her to the hospital right away. Promise me, please." Allison couldn't help but have her doubts that the guys - in this case, Adriano - would always be tempted to try solving everything without involving official channels that would leave any sort of trail like the hospital, but she knew that Natalie wouldn't risk it. </div>
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 03:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(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: Chow's Chow in China Town<br>Tags: -<br><br></span><hr><br>China Town was busy. Even as the rest of the city fell into a bit of a slumber, the community thrived and pulsed well into the morning hours when it calmed for about an hour after everyone had made their way to work. The midnight fishers were arriving at the square, bringing with them lobsters, crabs, crawfish and shrimp the likes you wouldn't find in the regular stores. Everything was so fresh it tried to run away even as the customers chose their meals for the coming day. A man brandished his cleaver to a caught turtle, which while not entirely legal to catch and distribute, nonetheless was delicious and caught in itself a good price at the market. After all, the police around here were either payed off or knew better than to cause a fuzz. This was Triad country after all.<br><br>When Mr Kwan had arrived here it had been contested territory, being torn into pieces by no less than three different triads. To him it was just the matter of finding the weakest of the three and give them the aid they needed. At that time the poles and higher ups had all been from Hong Kong. They would never have bowed for a rat from Taiwan. But Mr Kwan wasn't just any rat. He was already a well established and whispered name along the west coast. No one knew why he had come to Seattle and when it became clear to the other two Triads that he had his aim set on their territory, there was just about all out war. But this rat had talons, as dangerous as they were beautiful, and he had a Russian lieutenant who didn't play like any Triad. The China Town War was short, just about a week of fighting which the government labeled as a well contained riot. In reality it was a brutal all out war, most of the violence contained behind the scenes. And as the dust cleared, Mr Kwan was Dragon's Head once more, with the blood of every Triad head on his very own hand. Who would have thought that he was the sort of man to smuggle in a pair of ice-picks to a diplomatic meeting and then use them to eliminate all opposition in a bloody havoc worthy of Yanluowang. After that demonstration of his dedication to reach the top tiers of the city, there was no more questions in China Town of whom to support.<br><br>And they did so wisely. The community was stabilized, thrived and grew explosively over the years. Today it was one of the highest grossing districts in the city, with a healthy part of it being pumped into Mr Kwan's Triad. Places like the market pulsed with life because he had breathed that life into it. And he'd be damned if anyone would take that away from him.<br><br>"<em>Mr Kwan! Welcome, welcome!</em>" Chow yelled out in vietnamese as soon as the Dragon's Head pulled the curtain to the side. "<em>You haven't been by in a while, Mr Kwan. Too much business!</em>"<br><br>The smiling man walked around the counter that served as the small restaurant's only six seats and gave the Dragon's Head a hearty hug, who responded in kind.<br><br>"<em>I can only agree, Chow.</em>" he replied in vietnamese with only a hint of accent "<em>I got too much to do outside of China Town. The Americans are driving me insane. Speaking of which, Rurik and two of our drivers are coming by this evening, honored dogs so wake the chicken.</em>"<br><br>Chow smiled and winked, as if he had been told a very obscure but funny joke and disappeared back into the kitchen. Taras would have just about gone through the roof if he knew that they were known as "honored dogs" around these pars, much less <em>his drivers</em>. They liked to pretend at being independent, but truth was there was no such thing as independent crime in Seattle. Like it or not, Mr Kwan had a finger everywhere, even across in Vancouver. He had an offer for the crew that would be hard to refuse, especially after tonight's little accident...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 21:33:58</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> Seattle City Park<br><strong>Tags:</strong> <em>Taras, Allison, Adriano, Natalie </em><br><hr><br>The elbow was starting to feel better. One sharp pinch in her joint made every fragment of nerves down her arm calm. She exhaled slowly <strong>"Ohhh yeah."</strong> For hours, that right hand had felt like it was burried in acid, just screaming with pain, and fighting itself against going numb. She wished it could just go numb, and that click in her elbow that Clap had moved made the numbness conquer. Add that together with the morphine and Cori suddenly felt like she was on top of the world.<br><br>The situation progressed some as Clap started to apply the bandage, a cool piano lick was in the center of her thoughts. She had heard it a million times in many different situations. It was that feeling of passive comfort. The pain was gone, she wanted to kiss the doctor. He had closed the surgical incision quickly, and there was a bandage around her elbow in only a moment after she had been fixed.<br><br>The song continued to play in her head. She tapped the doctor on the shoulder with her right hand. She couldn't feel him at all. <strong>"Thanks Clap. How long till the morphine's gone?"</strong> Clap laughed, and he told her it would wear off in about two hours.<strong> "But all of the pain should be gone."</strong> She stood up from the car and gave a Natalie a long unnatural look, as if to say <em>'stop looking at me.'</em> Cori felt weak, and she wasn't familiar with the feeling of nearly being killed. She was too nervous around this girl right now to treat her naturally. <br><br>She reached for Allison again, and gave her a full hug. She was sure she to hide her eyes from Natalie during the embrace.<strong> "I'm almost out of cigarettes."</strong> She said quietly after she hugged the winner of the race. Cori was holding up a quarter of a cigarette in her left hand, it was smoking on it's own. She didn't seem to care at all.<br><br>Turning herself out, opening to the rest of the group, she leaned against the car she had just been worked on inside of. <strong>"Other than that,"</strong> she was talking to Allison who had wanted to put Natalie and Adriano in charge of her. <strong>"I'm ok, you guys. I'm not gonna drive, but I'm not going to abandon you guys, not tonight. Not after what you have all done for me. We're supposed to meet Kwan in Chinatown, well that's only 10 minutes down Aurora. We can get there even faster if we draw the lights."</strong> A smile formed on her face.<strong> "Put the two European kids to meet the Asian."</strong>The morphine was making her speak slowly. She sounded drunk, but Cori was&nbsp; formulating a decent idea. The European kids were Allison and Adriano. <strong>"The rest of us stay outside, hide our cars. Keep eyes on the windows. Keep eyes on the backdoor. Tell them I'm dead."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 16:43:05</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: Chow Chow's in China Town<br>Tags: Mr. Kwan<br><br><br>The 2012 V06 was once more tucked into its resting place in the hotel garage, and Tipene had spent a few precious moments in his hotel suite grabbing a shower and changing into one of his suits.&nbsp; He enjoyed the contrast in images, the clear delineation of 'play time' versus 'work time'.&nbsp; And it's not as if the suits made him any less intimidating.&nbsp; Hand tailored and done in a European style, the dark jacket emphasized his broad shoulders and chest before cutting in to a narrower waist profile while the matching slacks and white shirt fit comfortably without being excessively loose.&nbsp; The addition of a silver &amp; white gold Rolex Yacht-Master II completed the ensemble and Rurik looked every inch the dangerous, competent enforcer as he slid behind the wheel of his 1969 Corvette.&nbsp; He had put the hardtop in quiet acquiescence to the weather, the low rumbling of the engine serving as an odd counterpoint to the music pumping through the sound system (http://youtu.be/P8NtUy7FWNY) as the Stingray knifed through the rain.<br><br>He pushed the curtain aside at Chow Chows, eyes sweeping the room in a professional split-second assessment before walking over and taking a seat to the right of Mr. Kwan.&nbsp; His tone was quiet, respectful as he addressed the older man.&nbsp; "Outside looks clear for now, one of my men will contact me if that changes while we are in here."&nbsp; A pause, the large half-Russian quietly contemplating the nights race.&nbsp; "The young lady, Allison Saurer.&nbsp; She is their best.&nbsp; I pushed the new car to it's absolute peak tonight, and she held in there with brilliant driving that capitalized on her Porches strengths while exploiting my cars weaknesses.&nbsp; The other drivers are good enough for street toughs, but she drives like a professional.&nbsp; As much as I do not like putting her at risk, we may need to get Song directly involved in the Vancouver deal sir.&nbsp; She is the only asset we have that can drive on the same level."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 05:10:48</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;Westpoint Lighthouse, Discovery Park - Downtown<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Location&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><br>&nbsp;Cori, Allison, Natalie, Adriano<strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Tagged&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It had been years - a decade, shit make that two decades - since Taras had been called a "kid" it almost stunned him for a moment. That is, until he realized that Cori was talking about Adriano and Alison. She must have hit her head pretty hard. He didn't want to point out the mistake though, so he instead smoothly shifted the plans in his normal passive-aggressive manner <strong>"If we're going to tell Mr. Kwan you're dead; I should be the one to do it."</strong> He stated with a firm nod - a simple motion which simply implied the idea would not be questioned. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The crew was quite familiar with Taras, most of them having grown up with him. He generally didn't take the lead in such a bold manner very often; but then, this night had been full of the unexpected. He was angry, he was emotional, but he was at least calming down. And lying straight to Mr.Kwan's face was a good way for him to enact at least some vengeance - since the man was virtually untouchable. Besides all that, he wouldn't dare risk any of the others to whatever fate that may be drawn from such a deception. He wouldn't put Adriano - who worked closely with the Asians - in the line of fire; and he certainly wouldn't let Allison tread even more dangerous ground than she already was... a fact still unknown to any in the crew besides himself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was supposed to come clean tonight - at least to Cori... but the night seemed to have other plans for them. They just had to go with the flow. If any could appreciate that - it was Taras. He tended to keep himself under control most of the time - but he was also the most likely to act on his emotions than any other in the crew. He was like a volcano, quiet, still - and then a violent, destructive eruption. He was pretty confident he would keep his calm tonight at the meeting. Any negative action he took would likely put the crew in even more danger. He'd already made enough stupid decisions tonight; no need to add to the laundry list.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"If that's the plan, then let's do it - we don't have any time to waste."</strong> It had already taken them nearly two hours to drive around the bay, since they couldn't use the convenient ferries that the cops were closely watching. They only had about twenty minutes to make the meeting. A meeting they definitely didn't want to be late for. <strong>"Cori and Natalie can ride with Adriano, stay far out of sight, he's got lots of eyes..."</strong> His tone was serious, with no small amount of concern laced in it. <strong>"Our humble victor can escort me into the 'Dragon's Lair'."</strong> Taras' tone was much lighter for that second sentence - trying to break the heavy mood that had seemed to settle on the group.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; After all, they'd won the race. They were all alive and well - for the most part. And they were going to toy around with the the puppeteer - something they'd all no doubt been craving to do, but probably never knew it. The stranglehold the Triad had established over their humble operation was no doubt uncomfortable for them all. Even for Natalie, who wasn't as directly involved in the thefts. Calling Chow's Chow the 'Dragon's Lair' was Taras' small way of making fun of the wily Taiwanese man, who'd been labeled 'The Dragon' by his allies and enemies alike.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Taras didn't wait for any arguments. He lingered just long enough to make sure everyone understood their part before he strode over to Allison's car and hopped in the passenger side. The short ride there wasn't really enough time to break into the tough topic that was no-doubt lingering over the younger girl's mind... so Taras left it well alone, focusing on the most immediate worry. <strong>"I've only met with Kwan twice before. He's pleasant, charming, and very well mannered... which is why I don't trust a fucking word he says. There's no way you get that kind of power and influence by being a nice guy. Be careful Ally. The less we both say, the better."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He said it all in a confident and calm tone, and he did his best to help her feel safe and secure - but of course they weren't. Although it would it would seem quaint and pleasant, this would likely be the most dangerous night of both their lives. He would do everything in his power to ensure that Ally came out the otherside unscathed... but realistically, if Mr.Kwan had sinister intentions, there was little he could do besides die trying to prevent the inevitable. He mentally cursed himself for even letting Allison join the crew when she came back from abroad. It was something a responsible "older brother" would never have done... but then, maybe she wasn't just his "kid sister" any more. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He glanced over at her as she drove after his brief thought - taking notice of her womanly qualities. Though her body didn't suggest she was a mature woman - her clothing and her attitude surely did. And if that could possibly fail, the intelligent and thoughtful mind he knew she possessed - learned from the many hours they'd spent together - was more than enough to give him a reason to be attracted to her. She wasn't just a little girl anymore, and Taras wasn't exactly sure if he liked that or not... simply because he didn't know what to do about it, or what to do about the feelings he realized he was starting to have for her. It wasn't unlike the situation with the triads. It was unpredictable, he couldn't control it, and he sure as hell was afraid of where it could all lead. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Like any other fears or worries he'd had in his life, he swallowed them and buckled in for the ride. There was no sense fighting it.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 17:15:48</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> Seattle City Park<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Allison, Cori, Natalie<br></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br>"Mr. Kwan doesn't mess around. Don't try and start a fight." he said to Taras, giving his short piece of advice. "Besides, I'll want to be there if you do start a fight." he said, cracking a grim expression that could be construed as a smile. Adriano knew that Mr. Kwan would have some mostly-unreasonable business plan for them, perhaps ask the crew to join the Triad. And he knew Taras would reject immediately. "Also, Taras, try not to outright reject whatever he offers. We need to keep some cards on the table, after all." He said, with a knowing glance at Allison. She probably would be able to offer a cool response more easily than Taras, considering how pissed off Taras was. Of course, Adriano was not saying that they would ever join the Triad--he could never work with those people--but he was saying that an immediate answer wasn't always the best. Especially if Mr. Kwan had some plans for if his offer was refused. Adriano quite wanted to go-he did know much about the Triad and work with them frequently-but he realized that it might not be the best idea.<br><br>Adriano didn't know what to think of the Triad. They were playing a double game with the crew to be sure. But he didn't know what they wanted from the crew. If they wanted the crew dead, they would've known by now, and that wouldn't have been the first murder attempt on the crew. The Triad was always grasping for more power, though, and the crew would be able to increase their strength. Despicable as they were, though, Adriano did not think the Triad wanted to kill all of them just yet, though he still felt uneasy at not joining the meeting.<br><br>He then turned to Cori and Natalie. Clap was long gone, and there was no reason he had to hear their strategies anyway, he wasn't one of them. "We better not let anyone find out you're not dead, since you seem to be a target." he said to Cori. He knew that Cori wouldn't like hiding very much, but it was for the best, at the moment. "Let's get moving, before you pass out or something." he said, as he went to his car. Cori was on a few painkillers at the moment, after all. Cori didn't have her car, so she would ride with him. Natalie had ridden her motorcycle here, so he wasn't sure if she would be riding alone or joining them in the car. "Are you riding with us?" he asked. She could leave her motorcycle behind, but he supposed that was unlike most of the crew, to leave their vehicle behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fast and Furious - Seattle: Downtown Seattle Streets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 05:23:03</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> On the road to Chow's Chow<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras</span></span><br><hr><br>Allison had barely noticed Taras' glance out of the corner of her eye, and although she had no idea what was going through his mind and didn't think much of it, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Not because of him, but because she just realized how inappropriately she was dressed for where they were going and who they'd be meeting with. She felt vulnerable enough stepping into the lion's den - or dragon's den, rather - without having most of her back and stomach exposed, and wondered what the hell she'd been thinking when she got dressed for the race earlier that evening. <br><br>Of course, all of the internal fussing about her attire was just an automatic defense mechanism employed by her brain to help her cope with the situation by focusing on that instead of the real issues and danger. Ally had never entered a building without being sure whether or not she'd be coming out alive before, but that's what she and Taras were just minutes away from doing. Having him by her side made her feel a million times safer than she might have otherwise, but deep down they both realized that they'd be essentially powerless if Mr. Kwan wanted to kill them (or worse). A million times a minuscule fraction was still not very much, as it turned out.<br><br>She nodded solemnly in agreement with Taras' advice but said nothing until they arrived. Ally wished that she could impart some knowledge or advice of her own in exchange, but she was going into this blind, knowing next to nothing about the Triads or how to deal with an organized crime syndicate. Taras, Cori and Adriano had always dealt with that aspect of the crew's operations and shielded her from it. There was one thing that Ally wanted to say. Well, more than one, a lot more, but one that stood out in particular. She couldn't, though. Not like this.<br><br>"Hold on," she finally spoke up when they pulled up in front of Chow's Chow. She closed her eyes and rubbed them vigorously for at least half a minute until they felt quite irritated and began to water. Ally let a few tears trickle down her cheeks freely while pulling down her vanity mirror to inspect her work. If they were going to be pretending that Cori had died, then it was going to have to be convincing. She didn't think that she needed to explain what she was doing to Taras, he'd catch on. "Can you hand me the little purse from the glove box? Thanks." It contained all of her cosmetic essentials, which she used to hastily touch up her makeup that she'd just ruined. <br><br>Now she looked like somebody who'd been crying before hastily trying to make herself somewhat presentable. Good. Allison put her hands back onto the steering wheel and slowly wrapped her fingers around it and unwrapped them while taking a deep breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready." Taras would undoubtedly sense that she was stressed out and apprehensive despite the brace face and tone that she was trying to put forwards, mostly because she didn't want him to distract himself by worrying about her.<br><br>Before he could open his door and get out of the car, she reached over to rest a hand on his shoulder. "I..." Ally looked over to him before her voice broke up and a pained look spread across her face. Turning away, she looked down at her lap and tucked the hair on the left side of her head behind her ear before facing Taras again, forcing herself to smile despite the tears welling up in her eyes. Real ones this time that she barely managed to fight back.<br><br>"I..." she tried anew but still the words failed her. Frustrated by her own inability to express herself, Allison impulsively twisted her body to the side and leaned over the center console awkwardly to give her friend a tight embrace, burying her face into the side of his neck as she sniffled faintly. "I love you!" she finally managed to speak the words softly close to Taras' ear. It wasn't intended as any kind of romantic declaration, and that probably wasn't what it sounded like. It sounded afraid and genuine and melancholy with maybe a tiny dash of optimism that Ally had somehow subconsciously managed to eke in there. She just wanted Taras to know that she cared for him and appreciated him and everything that he'd done for her before they stepped into Chow's, into the unknown. He probably already knew, but after the way that she'd been acting lately, Ally wouldn't have blamed him for having doubts, so she'd wanted to tell him in case anything were to happen.<br><br>It felt like she could breathe a little easier after getting that off her chest. It didn't take all of the weight off of her shoulders or melt all of her stress away instantly, but it helped a little, and she had to imagine that every little bit would help with what they were about to face. Once Taras had replied back, if he had anything that he wanted to say, Ally would get out of her car and follow him into the restaurant, still feeling apprehensive as hell but at least somewhat better than she was five minutes earlier.</div>
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