Burnout: The House
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				Title: <strong>Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 20:43:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The House</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/CU3hDJf.jpg)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Floor Plan</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/lOEghoa.jpg)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 21:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Dressed in a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio at back of house<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Everyone, Clint<br><hr>It was another gloriously hot and sunny day in the state of Florida and after a few hours of tanning in her little red bikini Demi was getting thirsty. With that notion in her head she slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a couple cold ones and headed back outside.<br><br>With a beer in each hand Demi danced her way out onto the patio. It didn't matter if any music was playing or not, she was deliriously happy ever since she started living here. Sharing the house with so many people meant it was way cheaper then it should be and she could come and go as she pleased - no one was watching her.<br><br>The beer in her left was for the stud at the grill. She wasn't sure if she'd find him there or not but chances are if there was grilling to be done it would be Clint for sure. <br><br><strong>"What's on the grill and who's controlling the music,"</strong> Demi said as she pranced back out onto the patio.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 22:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint_zps17a40197.jpg)</div><strong>Clint Shaw</strong><br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio at back of house<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Demi and housemates <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; "Beer in Mexico" by Kenny Chesney (http://grooveshark.com/s/Beer+In+Mexico/3cNidM?src=5)<br><hr><br>Clint didn't even have a chance to change out of his work clothes but at least he was back home with the rest of his housemates. He knew Saturday was the official house warming party but he had an early call for a fender bender which ended up taking longer than a little "spit and shine". The first thing he did after he pulled up was prep the grill, the propane grill was collecting dust besides the "real" grill. Clint was a charcoal man, his hands were stained black from piling the bricks in a pile and bring it to life with kindling and a match. The lighter fluid someone bought a few days earlier had not been touched since its purchase.&nbsp; <br><br>The food was nearby in packages, most of it had yet to be seasoned but Clint did that while it was on the grill. The flames were finally calming down enough to lay the meat down. Burgers, hotdogs, a few pieces of chicken, some thinly sliced steak (Carna Asada) was cooking and emitting the heavenly scent offering to the gods. <br><br>Demi managed to walk out as he was mid chorus, despite his lack of beer (the previous one was long gone) he held up a finger to stop her from interrupting. <br><strong><em>"So I just ...<br>Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico<br>Do my best to waste another day<br>Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico<br>Let the warm air melt these blues away"</em></strong><br>The I-pod belonged to one of the housemates, last time he checked they were annoyed that Clint kept loading country songs onto their playlist but it was their fault for leaving it on the docking station! <br><br>Clint little the singing fade, thankfully (He was not very good at it, but at least he could pull off country with his Texan drawl) and set the spatula down. <strong>"Is that for me?"</strong> He asked as he moved to unbuckle his pants before reaching for his beer, than hers. Clint opened them both with the bottle opener hidden behind the large steer head belt buckle. <strong>"Thank ya kindly."</strong> He smiled as he passed back her beer before taking a drink of his. <strong>"You better do it quick before we end up listening to country darling."</strong> Clint offered, humming to the music as he checked on the food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 23:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Lounge chair by the pool<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Mr. Muffles, open<hr><br>Thank God for Saturdays. Juliana was having quite the week with getting the house in order on top of her day-to-day job. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't have to work and deal with complete idiots at the bank. How is it possible that she deals with all of these people that have so much more money than her but she's probably at least three times as smart as them? Or does she just feel that way? Whatever. Thank God for Saturdays.<br><br>The half-Asian girl had spent most of her morning in the same spot, listening to her own music through her headphones while she lounged about in a chair. Juliana would occasionally get up to grab fresh brew, though, she even stopped doing that when she figured out that she could refrain from moving that much more if she just filled a metal bucket with Bud Lights and ice. This was the first real party that the housemates have held at at their new, wonderful abode but they couldn't exactly go hard with a race that was happening later in the day, so she only had another beer or two waiting beside her, along with the one in her hand.<br><br>Juliana wasn't entirely sure where everyone was at the moment, aside from Clint and Demi that made their presence obvious at the grill. The cowboy took his cooking seriously, especially when it came to actually lighting his food on fire. It probably made him feel like he was back on the ranch or something. Who knew? Demi was more of a party-goer than Jules was and was even better at sealing the deal when it came to the end of the night by what she's heard from some of the other housemates. There was no judgement on her part, just the concern that someone in this place might get a little attached to Demi and with the way she is, that someone is going to get really hurt. <br><br>She scrunched up her face at the thought of someone leaving because things got dicey. In an effort to get the idea out of her head, Juliana scooped up an unsuspecting Mr. Muffles into her lap as he tried to stroll on by. He didn't mind it at first, but soon the girl had him sitting up on his back legs, his fronts pointed left, right, center and even spread out to the rhythm of the song she had playing in her ear. It was a game that Jules played often with a huge smile and laughter while Mr. Muffles more or less just sat there at her mercy!<br><br>In the midst of the 'game', Juliana accidentally swiped at strings of her headphones, ejecting them from her ears. "<strong>Mr. Muffles!</strong>" she exclaimed, jokingly blaming her beloved cat for the crime. She then let him off the lounge chair so he could do anything but that again. That was when she was exposed to another brutal crime: country music.<br><br>"<strong>Come on, cowboy! Can't you listen to this stuff on your own time!?</strong>" Juliana stuck out her tongue after she yelled out at Clint and Demi on the patio. "<strong>Something less 'my horse is dead and my wife left me', please!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 23:48:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black Beater and Basketball Shorts<br><strong>Location</strong>: Living Room -&gt; Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Housemates, Demi, Clint<br><hr><br><strong>"Shit! Shit! Move the fuck out of the way!"</strong> Marcellus hollered at the television screen as he sat squarely in the middle of the large, round couch with his feet propped up on the oval coffee table. On the screen, men dressed in black suit's, equipped with different kinds of guns fought off an endless horde of zombies. <strong>"God Dammit that was close." </strong>Marcellus muttered a bit, his voice lowering as the excitement on the screen lowered as well. He, and three strangers from across the globe, had made it through twenty waves of Zombies but now Marcellus was out of ammo and running out of time to go and get some. Curse words filled with frustration filled the air as Marcellus’ character was knocked on the ground and the screen slowly filled with red. <strong>“Come on motherfuckers... help me up.”</strong> However, his wishes were not granted and childlike laughter filled the speakers signifying the game being over. <br><br>At the same time, some horrible noise could be heard from the back of the house. It sounded like a grown man whining in an odd key which could only mean one thing.. country music. Marcellus hopped up off the couch with yawn and a stretch which caused the soft cotton of his black wife beater to cling tighter to his body. He headed through the kitchen towards the patio, his black basketball shorts swinging gently with each step. Marcellus had got so caught up in playing Call of Duty that he almost forgot why he had taken off today. Some sort of housewarming get together that everyone had pressured him to attend. Marcellus didn’t mind too much though, it was good to get off every now and then.<br><br>Marcellus opened the door to the patio and stuck his head out just in time to see Clint unbuckling his belt in front of Demi. He was about to head back inside until he realized what was going on. <strong>“Please. Please cut this off.”</strong> He said as he stepped out onto the patio, surprised at how warm the concrete was against the bottom of his feet.<strong> “I don’t think I can stand to hear the Chuck Norris sing any longer.”</strong> Marcellus chuckled slightly and made his way to the chair farthest away from the grill. He laughed slightly when Jules made her comments about the country music and pointed his hand in her general direction, with his palm up. <strong>"My thoughts exactly."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:58:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: White button-up, loosely fastened and a pair of light grey cargo pants.<br><strong>Location</strong>: En-route to the House<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone on the Patio<br><hr><br><br><br><div align="center">-= Metallica - Fuel =- (http://grooveshark.com/s/Fuel/45f29E?src=5)</div><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The beams from red-lens flashlights jumped around wildly and the shout of men's voices rang out - and all the chaos was further heightened by the sound of gunfire filling the air. Jason watched as the Corpsmen worked frantically on another wounded Marine. He tried to help them, he tried to keep pressure on one of the wounds, but even putting all of his weight on it seemed to do little to keep the precious blood from seeping out. The wounded soldier was already unconscious, and fading fast. Jason started to zone out as the evitable seemed to set in. The scene before him seemed to fade away into a blurry soft red glow - the sounds faded away and when things finally began to come back into focus... <br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;...he found himself sitting in the driver seat of an old car. "Once you feel it going green - stomp it, don't give him an inch," Chase said from the passenger seat, the seasoned vet as far as the two of them were concerned "this punk thinks his ghetto ride is something." Jason tried to focus on the streetlights, keeping one foot shallow in the clutch and ready to drop it. The other was already feathering the gas, and when the green light beamed on he punched it.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tires squealed just briefly as the small import found its grip and launched forward. Jason's knuckles were white and tight on the wheel - he'd been with Chase several times in a casual little late-night-duel... but he'd never actually been in the driver seat for one before now. The 95 mustang to their left started to slowly pull away and Jason could feel his heart pounding nervously. Chase must have been able to sense his friend's worry as he quickly chimed in "You'll catch him, just go through your gears - that guy's an amateur." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The advice proved to be sound as Jason carefully shifted from 2nd into 3rd, maximizing his momentum and keeping his RPMs up. The mustang's driver must have taken just a fraction of a second too long to make his next gear as the little honda Jason was piloting started to pull forward. "Nice. Get it. One more shift and you're home free." Chase said as they rocketed down the empty street towards the next streetlight that was coming up fast. It was currently green. Jason made his next shift up into fourth, it was smooth - just like Chase had taught him. "You burned his ass!" Chase exclaimed - and Jason couldn't help but peak up into his rear view mirror. Just as he did, the light in front of him turned blood red. It snapped his eyes back down to the road, but night-time disappeared -<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - and bright daylight flashed in front of his eyes. He was already trying to hit the brakes in his 99' Subaru, but it was way too late. He had to swerve to his right to avoid T-boning a car crossing the intersection from right to left. It sent him skidding slightly sideways and he had to work furiously to recover - fortunately the full-time-AWD gave his front tires enough pull to bring his back end around. It squirreled just slightly to the other side before he finally got it straightened. Horns had blared at him, and the people walking on the sidewalks just stared in shock at the near-accident they'd almost witnessed.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He finally came to a stop a few hundred feet further down the road - breathing hard and his heart racing. <strong>"Fuck!"</strong> He pounded his steering will as he yelled at himself. <strong>"Get yourself together man..."</strong> He took in a deep breath to try and calm himself a little before he glanced around and noticed everyone looking at him. He just shook his head and put his Subaru back in gear. Someone shouted "What the fuck man?!" Jason dismissed him with an irritated wave and got back on the road, heading home.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When Jason finally got near the house, he took an alternate street - the one that bordered the backside of the house. He'd been out all day - he figured the three car garage would definitely be full by now. When it was, the stragglers parked their cars in the back. There was a two car wide gate in the back of their privacy fence, and the little back drive-way went all the way up to the behind the garage, there was enough room to park six or eight cars back there.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He hopped out of his silver Suby and headed towards the back patio - which was only several yards away. He could hear everyone razzing Clint for his choice of music. Jason put on a smile and poked back at the others, <strong>"Hey Clint. Don't you worry about them, you play that country all day long."</strong> It really wasn't Jason's favorite kind of music - but it always relaxed him, and the comforting lyrics and melodies he could hear before they killed it helped calm him down that much more. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He managed a slight laugh at the small gathering - it had been interesting this past week - and it only looked like it was getting more so as everyone began to get comfortable with each other. <strong>"Someone toss me something to drink - I have a feeling I have some catching up to do."</strong> It could have been said in reference to Clint's singing, or maybe something else. It wasn't obvious - hell it never was with Jay, but he at least appeared to be in a good mood. Adrenaline always pepped him up a bit, and his close call today had definitely aided with that. <strong>"So what's on the menu? I'm starving."</strong> If there was one thing Jason couldn't help - it was food. Good food. With how often he worked out, it seemed like the man never stopped stuffing his face. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Naturally he went straight for the grill.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 04:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Porch//Living Room//Backyard Patio.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, Marcellus, Clint, Juliana, Jason, OPEN.<br><br><hr><br>In all honesty, she would have preferred to have skipped the 'house warming BBQ'. Blake had been asked to work the night shift that Saturday, but because of the race she'd swapped shifts with another and ended up working throughout the day instead. The bar was packed with families; believe it or not, the kids were easier to cope with over the drunks that piled into the establishment in the evenings. The day had gone pretty smoothly and rather quickly because of how busy it was, but Blake was tired and just wanted to relax; maybe she could fit a nap in before the race? Pulling the keys out of the ignition, Blake exited her black, complete with red trim, Nissan and locked it behind her, giving its roof a tender stroke before turning towards the house. She'd leave it out front for now. The dark haired female made her way up towards the front porch, taking the few steps with ease before opening the door and stepping inside. Her round, dark orbs caught Marcellus exiting through the patio doors, where she guessed everyone else in the house would be gathered. Letting out a small sigh, she brushed the bottoms of her feet against the welcome mat before entering further. Holding her handbag tight to her side, the strap hung over one shoulder, Blake made it to the kitchen quietly enough. She reluctantly placed her bag on the counter before taking the few small steps to the backdoor.<br><br>Blake was still dressed in her work gear; a white T-shirt hugged her form snugly, showing off her curves, the logo 'Johnny's' was printed on the left breast of the material and a pair of black khaki shorts, reaching just below the tops of her thighs completed the look. On her feet were a pair of flat, black, lace-up pumps and a pair of white ankle socks beneath them; the socks showed up brightly against her tanned, toned legs. Her tattoo's were mostly on show, as well as her piercings. The outline of her belly bar could be seen beneath the tight, white cotton of her shirt. Her long, naturally wavy black hair was currently tied into a high ponytail, away from her face which had hardly any trace of makeup other than her mascara and nude lip gloss. Blake took a step outside into the warm sun and gave a small nod in a general direction. <strong>"Hello all."</strong> Without another word or as much as a second glance to any of her housemates, the petite girl began over towards the pool, sitting beside it with a sigh. <br><br>Her hands moved to her shoes, working her laces so she could remove them. Then her socks were also removed and she placed them securely into her pumps. Sliding her shoes safely to one side, Blake shuffled towards the pool side and dangled her legs off the edge, dipping her feet into the cool water with a blissful sigh. Tilting her head back a little, she closed her eyes and leaned back onto her hands; this was a great way to relax. She didn't even mind the country music that seemed to be playing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 05:48:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Room 1 -&gt; Backyard<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Adriano was sitting on his bed, reclining against a pillow while working on a little figurine he had been carving for the past week. It was a figurine of a tree and was turning out nicely. Adriano had no idea why he had started working on a tree, though, because trying to get the leaves to show up was turning out to be a fucking pain in the ass. In any case, he decided he was about done with this one and decided to toss it into the rest of his collection on a shelf. What used to be a few carvings carefully spaced out among the shelf was now a growing piles of the things that Adriano had whiled away hours on. It was relaxing, though, which was why he continued to do it.<br><br>He had also stopped working on it because he had started to hear voices outside. They were supposed to have a housewarming barbecue today, which was probably the first time the whole house had gathered together since they had all moved in. He knew a few of the house members, but didn't really know most of them, so it was good to finally get a chance to interact with all of them, especially since everyone seemed so interesting in their own way. He was looking forward to some grilled meat, though. He may have to mix some drinks himself, though, because the others would probably be drinking beer or something like that.<br><br>Adriano walked through the kitchen out to the patio, hearing some whining about country music. Adriano just noticed how nice the whether was. "Damn, it's nice out here." he said as soon he stepped out. Going over to the pool, he dipped one of his feet in it, to test the water. Turns out it wasn't so bad. He may just have to go for a swim later today, after this barbecue was over. Turning his attention to the increasingly crowded grill area, though, he walked over. "What's all the commotion? Is there food yet?" Adriano wasn't a huge fan of grilling, and considered to be a rather unrefined way of cooking. Clint was pretty damn good at it, though, so he was actually looking forward to it. Besides, let's be honest, Adriano would eat anything that was nearby. Taking a quick look at all the hands without beers, he also spoke up, "Anyone else want something to drink <em>other</em> than beer?" he said, looking around for any takers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 12:16:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Room 3 -&gt; Kitchen -&gt; Room 3 -&gt; Corner store -&gt; Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Mr. Muffles, Marcellus, Clint, Jayson&nbsp; <br><hr> <br><br>It was already afternoon by the time that Star had woken up, still slightly hung over from the night before. The fact that it was only slightly implied that she'd shown a good deal more restraint than usual, the reasons for that being that she didn't want to miss out on the barbecue and also that she didn't want to feel like crap the day of the race. After washing up and slipping on her eye-catching zombie themed bikini, she was ready to go join the others, whom she could already hear gathering around the grill on the back porch (though she had to hear them through that infernal music that Clint listened to), but before she could reach her friends, Star made a horrific discovery in the kitchen.<br><br>They were all out of any kind of chips. She couldn't believe her bad luck. Why did they have to run out right when she woke up with the most intense chip craving? And how the hell has nobody else noticed yet? A barbecue just wasn't right if you didn't have anything to stack on while waiting for the main course. Star kind of felt like they were all crazy except for her. She nearly slammed the pantry door shut out of frustration but quickly bounced back from her disappointment, taking it upon herself to save the day.<br><br>Backtracking to the room that she shared with Jules, Star narrowly avoided tripping over Mr. Muffles when he appeared out of nowhere with no regard for anybody else, kind of like any Asian lady driving a Corolla. "Jesus fuck!" she swore as she slammed her forearm into the nearest wall to keep from falling. Muffles had scurried a few feet away before turning his head to look up at her with big, curious eyes, probably wondering why there was a giant trying to trample him.<br><br>Star shot him a disapproving glance and hissed at him menacingly, doing her best impression of an angry cat, but Muffles seemed rather unimpressed, perhaps just a little confused at the very most. Impressed by the little man's stoicism, she decided to forgive his transgression (like she always did) and walked the rest of the way to her room. She dug out a short denim skirt from a pile of assorted clothing at the foot of her and Jules' double bed and slipped it on before lacing up her sneakers. They were black, pink and yellow with a little white, so they sort of matched the top of her bathing suit which she didn't bother covering with anything, but that was more by coincidence than design.<br><br>About fifteen minutes later, Star was already back from the nearest little corner store, pulling up next to Jason's STI in the yard. Her truck kept running for a few seconds while the turbo timer counted down, but she was already approaching the patio table with four big bags of chips in her arms. There was ketchup, ranch, smoked bbq and plain tortilla chips for dipping. They had salsa left in the house so she didn't need to get any. "Yo," Star greeted nobody in particular as she dropped the bags on to the table. The ketchup one had already been opened - she'd been munching on the way home, which explained why the fingertips on her right hand were covered in red ketchup powder. <br><br>She quickly sucked on them one by one to clean them off, then undid the button on her skirt and pulled it down, throwing it on the seat of one of the two chairs that were at an end of the table, claiming it for later. By the time that she'd finished doing that, Star had already been listening to Clint's boring ass music for over a minute, which was apparently her threshold on this particular day. <br><br>"The fuck?" Star asked Marcellus - whom she happened to be standing near - giving him a light tap on the bicep with the back of her hand, but she was speaking loud enough for everybody to hear. "You guys just let him get away with this shit if I'm not around?" she continued, referring to Clint, naturally. "Fuck this, we're not in like...Alabama or something!" She sauntered back towards her truck to grab her own iPod from the cup holder, wondering if they actually listened to country music in Alabama. Star didn't really know jack about Alabama, but it sounded country-ish, so she hoped that she hadn't just said something retarded that Clint would be able to make fun of her for. In hindsight, it would have been safer to just say Texas, since she knew that was where he was from.<br><br>Returning with her iPod, which sat in its blinged out pink rhinestone protective case, Star wasted no time in unplugging the one that Clint had borrowed from the ghetto sound system that they'd rigged up on the patio and substituting it with her own. She put on something that didn't make her want to blow her brains out (http://youtu.be/VzXtHJcC5I0) and then tried to sneak up on Jason and casually snatch the fresh beer bottle out of his hand rather than going through the trouble of finding her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 02:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Dressed in a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio at back of house<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Clint, Marcellus, Jules, Jason<br><hr>Clint was a funny boy. She didn't understand half of what he said but that cowboy hat he wore occasionally and his southern accent was adorable beyond words. With that in mind he got a slap on his tight cute behind. That prompted a laugh from her and shaking of her hand. <strong>"Damn that ass his like steel, you keep rocks in there?"</strong> Then Demi slipped away for her tour of the patio. So many people and no idea where to start. Her intent was to bounce from person to person and greet them all.<br><br>Jules and Marcellus prompted a laugh out of her as well with their anti-country music theme. Demi was in a bubbly mood so she bounced between them, half dancing. She tried to take their hands if allowed and draw them further out onto the patio. It was one of those moments where for some unknown reason someone takes your hands and tries to dance with you for about two seconds, just long enough to pull you a bit forward and urge you into the currently non-existent crowd. In Demi's mind there was a rave going on, that's where the crowds were and everyone needed to dance... <em>Dancing is life</em>, she thought.<br><br>Losing herself, Demi's hips swayed as she stood in the middle of the patio. She danced to the unheard music, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. To the casual observer she might appear to be a little on the tipsy side and maybe she was but it was something else. She was off in her own little world for a minute. It felt good, in here there was just music, dance and fun. She burst out laughing again and looked around.<br><br>That's when Jason showed up, clearly hungry.&nbsp; So Demi bounced over to him and made a point of slipping around in front of him in a mock display of holding him back. She put her back to him and spread out her arms. <strong>"Whoa, big fella... Let Mr Clint here work his magic on the grill and you'll get fed soon enough. You look like you need a swim."</strong> Her hands reached back and she tried to tug at whatever part of Jason she could get a hold of to lead him to the pool...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 05:04:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Backyard patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Hungry hungry <del>hippos</del> housemates <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Queing up "Achy breaky heart" On Star's I-pod to fuck with her! &nbsp;(http://grooveshark.com/s/Achy+Breaky+Heart/2DQUTD?src=5)<br><hr><br>Clint gave each housemate a upnod as they began to shuffle out to the patio or arrive. He knew most of them disliked country but that didn't stop him from listening to it. He turned to Juliana and laughed, shaking his head. "The true tragedy is the dead horse, you can replace a wife, but not a good horse.." The cowboy was teasing when Demi landed a smack on his ass. "Watch it little lady, this belt does more than keep my pants up."&nbsp; He playfully warned the blonde as most of them congregated around the grill.<br><br>"If you want them rare, they are done now...medium burgers are up in 3 mins, if you want well done and flavorless might as well go down to Mcdonalds." Clint told those who were hungry as he flipped burgers onto the raw side in between swigs of his beer. Anyone who paid attention would notice he only flipped the burgers once, it left the meat juicy and perfect. One thing he never did, was cook anything well done, it was damn offensive to ask him to disrespect a cut of meat by overcooking it. Pepper jack and cheese was next, stacked on each burger for those that wanted it to let it melt a little. "Grab some BUNS." He found himself raising his voice over the change in music. <br><br>Clint waited for Star to look away for a brief moment, sneaking to the dock station to add a song to the playlist just to fuck with her. When Billy Ray Cyrus began to play he laughed. "Really, Star...even us in Alabama don't listen to this." He lied as he did a little step in front of the grill, handing burgers out as they came up, Jason being the first one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 15:01:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black beater and basketball shorts<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Kitchen -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Jason, <strong>Blake</strong>, Star, Housemates<br><hr><br>Marcellus nodded a little as a welcome to Jason who had just appeared from around the back before he shook his head softly. Before moving into the house, Marcellus would have never listened to country music outside of a country night at a bar now however, the thought of drinking a beer in Mexico did appeal to him slightly thanks to Clint's influence. <em>Speaking of beer,</em> he thought silently as he pondered getting up and going to the kitchen just as Blake exited the house. Marc raised a finger with the intent to ask her to grab him a beer however, it turned into an awkward wave once he registered her body language. He slouched into his chair and decided to try and catch the next roommate who appeared hoping that he could encourage them to go and get him a beer. In the meantime, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone so that he could scroll through tumblr. His dashboard was filled with a bunch of car junkie stuff, dream cars and ideas for different configurations, it was a racers dream.<br><br>Marc had got so caught up in tumblr that he completed missed the arrival of Adriano. <em>Damn it.</em> Luckily, Star showed up soon after with gifts of chips. Marcellus quickly snatched up the smoked bbq chips and pulled the bag open so that he could devour them. <strong>"Thaaank you."</strong> He said as he popped the first chip in his mouth, zoning out in the smoked goodness that was the chips. Star broke him out of his pleasure coma by tapping him on the arm and complaining about the music. In response, he shrugged, <strong>"Hey, I told The Lone Ranger cut this shit off."</strong> Unfortunately for him, Star's selection in music wasn't much better and the overwhelming desire to shoot himself returned once she turned her music on. Frustrated by the horrible music, Marc finally got up out of his chair, leaving the chips on the table, and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. <br><br>He swung the door open rather quickly causing the beer in the refrigerator door to clank around loudly. He just knew that he had caused one or two to fall but was pleasantly surprised when he found that had not happened. Marc grabbed four beers and headed back outside and placed two on the table, hoping someone would grab them before they got warm. He then headed toward the pool, sitting down beside Blake and twisting the two beers open, offering her one. Before he could say anything to her, he turned his head to listen to Clint's food announcement, then turned back to face her. <strong>"Long day?"</strong> He asked sincerely just as Billy Ray Cyrus came through the speakers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 02:50:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just cargo pants by the end.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Back Patio &gt; Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone on the Patio, <strong>Demi</strong>, Star<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason never made it to the grill as he was quickly intercepted and boxed out by Demi. He couldn't help but laugh slightly and just go with her alternative. Not that she was giving him any other choice at the moment - plus the feel of her near-naked back pressing against his shirt had no small amount of its own seduction to curve his mind away from food. There was just something about how she was able to take charge of every situation so masterfully, without even having to really try.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she pushed him back he snagged the two extra beers Marcellus had set down just a second ago - only to feel one get snatched away from him by Star as she brushed by. He felt a bit helpless as the women seemed to be making more than a few choices for him, but he didn't mind. He was just glad to see everyone having a good time together. It was actually the very first time all eight of them had ever been in the same place at the same time without a race or some other event to focus on. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"All right, all right girl. I'm going."</strong> he said as he slowly back-peddled towards the edge of the patio. Two could play at this game. <em>If it was a swim she wanted...</em> One of his forearms wrapped easily around her waist and he picked her light form up as if she weighed nothing. His strong grip kept her pinned to his side as he hopped off the patio and strode over to the pool. <strong>"You hop in, I'll join you in a sec."</strong> he joked as he swung her into the water with a splash - careful to make sure she made it in feet-first. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He twisted the cap of the remaining beer bottle he was carrying in his other hand and took a big gulp. It wasn't his favorite kind of drink - but alcohol was alcohol - you wouldn't hear him complaining. When Demi resurfaced he'd be laughing lightly at her. He then set his bottle down by the edge of the pool before slipping off his flip-flops and peeling away his button-up shirt. Then he hopped in the water to join her. He was still wearing his cargo pants - but they were a really thin material and light, a makeshift pair of swim trunks for now; as he figured the other guys present probably wouldn't care to see him in his boxers.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 06:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Lounge chair by the pool, patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Everyone at some point, I think.<hr><br>Juliana just looked blankly at the patio as the country music turned to something that would sooner melt her face than her brain. She felt like it was a little too soon to impose her love for EDM on the house. Demi would surely appreciate it with the way the danced about and partied. Speaking of which...<br><br>With a small yelp, Juliana went with Demi as she grabbed her hand, trying desperately to keep up with the girl as well as keep her drink from tipping over in her hand. She caught the gaze of Blake as she was being whisked away to the patio, shooting her a faux-forlorn look. It was another opportunity squandered for the two to finally strike up conversation, given that the two never really could before thanks to their opposing schedules. Oh well, the day is still young and it was a solid bet to assume they were all going to be the pool for a little while before heading out to race some punk kids.<br><br>The impromptu dance party was fun while it lasted, but Demi quickly trailed off to intercept the, apparently, very hungry Jason. At least she was pulled into familiar territory, now hanging about with the boys and Star. Juliana let out a cheer, raising her hands into the air at the news that food was done. Well, food to her own taste, anyway. A lot of people she knew weren't fans of rare meet, especially burgers but she had a certain faith that Clint wouldn't be an idiot and purchase awful burger meat, leave it out in the warm air, sear it for a few seconds and then serve it to her. If she did get sick, it would serve as something she could hold over his head, so win-win, really. Wasting no time, she went over to the grill to get a bun, waiting patiently beside Clint for him to serve up a burger for her.<br><br>Juliana stood rather close to Clint, her feet tucked together behind the right side of his body. She pressed herself lightly against his arm to let him know she was around for some grub! She would have stood there all day, too, if it weren't for the show that was happening by the pool. "<strong>Yeesh. I'm really glad we're all getting along nicely together,</strong>" Jules started, talking to no one in particular as her attention shifted from the pool back to those on the patio. "<strong>Makes me really happy to know it was a good decision to move in.</strong>" To cynics, it would have sounded completely sarcastic; an incredibly thought out, back-handed compliment. Juliana was just sort of an airhead when it came to things that made her smile.<br><br>Food was one of those things. Her eyes had again fixated themselves on the grill and she was humming away to <em>Achy, Breaky Heart</em> all the while, subconsciously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 08:48:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Kitchen -&gt; Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, and several others<br><hr><br>Adriano wasn't particularly a fan of rare meat, especially when grilled like this. Rare meat had a time and place, but it wasn't here. Medium was the way to go. So, not seeing any immediate takers on his offer for something that wasn't beer, Adriano went inside to the kitchen to go ahead and mix some drinks. He figured he'd mix a second drink anyway, in case someone was interested or if he simply wanted a second drink for himself. It'd make socializing more fun, if nothing else, he thought, considering how wild Demi, Star, Clint, and some of the others were.<br><br>He went into the kitchen and first grabbed the vodka, knowing that it would be the best thing to try and hide in some sweeter liquid. Then he changed his mind, deciding to make a margarita. He got two glasses on the counter, and within the span of a few seconds, had poured tequila, triple sec, and lime juice into each of them. He thought he had the proportions right, but he may have added some extra tequila just in case. This was a summertime drink, right? Adriano hated the taste of beer, much like his father and most of his family. Maybe it was Italian, maybe it was just his family, or maybe he just liked the efficiency of hard alcohol. Or maybe he just liked making mixed drinks that sated his sweet tooth.<br><br>Whatever it was, Adriano was on his way back to the patio relatively quickly. He saw the others interacting as he walked out, and almost bumped into Star as she stole a drink a from Jason. He managed his footing well enough to keep both drinks in his hand, though. That would be Star, sneaking around and causing some trouble. Less trouble than Demi had gotten herself into, though, he saw. Turning his attention away from that spectacle and back to Star, though, he offered his second glass. "Drink? I've always figured you to be more of a hard alcohol person than a beer person. Or was I wrong about that?" he asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 10:03:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Adriano and almost everyone else<br><hr><br>Star wasn't surprised by the way that Marcellus seemed to balk at her music before storming off. Every time they went out together, the two of them would constantly be bickering over who would get control of the radio, so it was nothing new. The poor kid couldn't appreciate a good riff or solo even if you bashed his head in with a guitar. <em>Oh well. his loss.</em><br><br>Then her fellow Ice Cream Queen showed up and conveniently gave her the opening that she needed to liberate Jason from one of his brews. "Thanks,"&nbsp; Star said slyly, feeling confident that she would get away with her crime thanks to Demi whisking Jason away from the pool. Apparently, Clint had also gotten up to some of his own shenanigans in the meanwhile, because that corny ass song that Miley Cyrus' dad had recorded eons ago when he was actually relevant came on right after <em>Ride the Void</em>.<br><br>It was terrible, but hilariously terrible at least, so Star was entertained and satisfied that they would all be suffering together. Not even Clint could like this song, she refused to believe it. "Douche," she said plainly, though she made it sound like a term of endearment more than an insult. Standing at the Texan's side, Star sipped on her beer (which tasted noticeably better than non-stolen beer) while she observed the meat on the grill with anticipation. The chips had ended up just making her more hungry.<br><br>Jules was her usual cheerful self when she joined them by the grill. Star swore that her new roomie was like the human version of a Prozac pill, and she would know, having popped several of them in the past. "Well duh, it <em>was</em> my idea," she replied in typical modest fashion, assigning herself all of the credit for coming up with the concept even though Jason had made it possible by doing more than his fair share of the planning because she didn't know the first thing about renting a house. "I would never do you wrong, would I?" She smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly at Jules before bursting into laughter as the splash in the pool drew her attention and she realized what had just happened there.<br><br>She'd moved closer to the center of the patio to get a better view and almost crashed into Adriano without realizing it. "Shit, sorry!" Star turned towards him just in time to be offered the glass of margarita. "What? No, totally," she lied, reaching over to drop off her beer bottle on the edge of the table. It wasn't a very big lie, she liked both beer and liquor pretty much equally, but for Adriano she would gladly lean more towards the latter. <br><br>Star brushed a few strands of pink hair away from her eyes and took a sip from hew new drink, making a little appreciative noise from her throat and nodding her head. "You're not just trying to get me drunk so you have an easier time tonight, are you?" she asked playfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 15:49:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Backyard Patio//The Pool.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, <strong>Marcellus</strong>, Clint, Juliana, Jason, Star, Adriano.<br><br><hr><br>Blake didn't enjoy her solitude, infact, she never really did. She just couldn't think of a comfortable enough way to include herself in the group without making herself cringe. Making friends came with many difficulties and although she enjoyed a challenge, she simply couldn't bring herself to accept this one. Her large, dark eyes watched the sky above; there was hardly a cloud up there today. She hoped it would stay like this for as long as possible as she much preferred the hot weather. She kicked her feet gently, the water in the pool rippling as she did; to say the cool water was refreshing was an understatement. It calmed her, along with the light breeze, and she had a sudden feeling of rare contentment. With the noise in the background from her housemates, the smell of food frying on the grill, the cool water at her feet and the open sky above, Blake found herself unusually happy and relaxed, even if her posture didn't express that to anyone and her mind relayed it only to her. She felt a small, rare smile pulling at her lips as the country music began playing once more, as a joke apparently. <br><br>It was only when Marcellus came up beside her and offered her a beer that she pulled back her smile and cleared her throat awkwardly, like she'd been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to. She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eyes for a moment before looking at the pool, pushing off of her hands to sit up straight. She waited for a secone before turning to look up at him, one hand extending to take the beer from him without so much as a word of thanks. When Marcellus had turned, the dark haired girl turned back to look at the pool, the open beer now in hand. Blake examined the bottle, reading it quietly in her head before slumping a little; she <em>hated</em> these things. Yes, she served them all day and night but she absolutely hated the taste and she hated how they changed people, brought out the evil in people. Of course, Blake wasn't about to turn one down in front of everyone; people presumed she drank, just like the presumed she smoked, so she did. Lifting the opening to her lips, she tilted her head back and took a swing, not showing the disgust on her features.<br><br>Blake's dark eyes turned on the man who was still stood beside her once more as he asked a question about her day. She considered the question for a moment before parting her glossy lips to speak. <strong>"I guess...I hate the day shifts, but the kids are easier to deal with than the drunks."</strong> She offered a hint of a smile at him with her words, before turning back to watch her feet in the poor, taking another sip of her drink. She didn't really <em>lie</em>, persay, but she did have more experience with the drunks in her bar, making them a bit more familiar to handle, whereas other people's kids she'd never really take care of before. Though she didn't exactly have to take care of them, but they did get a little crazy every once in a while and she couldn't help but snap sometimes. Blake waited then, to see what Marcellus would do, when she realized she should probably ask about his day as well. <strong>"How was your day?"</strong> She didn't look at him as he asked, instead, she watched her feet moving back and forth in the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 17:44:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Jason<br><hr>Jason had plans of his own, so he scooped Demi up easily and carried her off to the pool. She only got the briefest of half seconds to set her beer on a table before she was promptly carried to the pool and tossed in. The whole way she giggled and laughed in a very weak mock struggle with kicking feet and gentle taps of her balled up fists on his arm around her waist. <br><br>SPLASH!&nbsp; <br><br>She hit the pool and twisted around in the water, her feet touched bottom in the deep end just enough to get a toe grip then spring back to the surface. Treading water as Jason laughed at her. With pursed lips and stern expression she splashed water at Jason before bursting into her own fit of giggles. <br><br>Her eyes sparkled as they fixed on him taking off his top. <strong>"Oh c'mon... Boo, Hsss"</strong> she scoffed and laughed when he didn't remove his pants.<br><br>Moving to the edge of the pool Demi peeled off her Luna sandals and tossed them up on the side before swimming back to Jason. Her body slipped under the water and she swam a circle around him - a shark stalking it's prey then she popped up directly in front of him. Soft warm breasts brushing along his chest as she came up for air.<br><br><strong>"Hold still,"</strong> she said. Then grabbing him by the shoulders she curled her knees up to plant feet on his chest and pushed off to dive backwards up out of the water and crash back down in a splash. Twisting back around she held her breath and swam up to him again. <em>Holy crap look at those abs</em>, she thought. Her hands landed on them, lingered a moment as her fingers played over the ripples. She undid the button of his pants then attempted to unzip them... Her intent might be construed in any number of ways but clearly she was trying to get his pants off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 23:04:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Backyard patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana (near him), housemates allaround - Food is coming out! <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Anyone who claimed they didn't like Achy Breaky Heart was a damn liar! Clint was not about to make such claims. In face he turned towards Star and sang, doing the dance that went with it for fun. He was not the clubbing type but he could line dance with the best of them. <br><br><em>"You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas<br>You can tell your dog to bite my leg<br>Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can can tell my lip<br>He never really liked me anyway"</em><br><br>The dancing came to a halt as Juliana moved up close for her burger which was still chewing cud. He picked a nice rare one for her, perfectly seared on both sides but nice and bloody on the inside. "One heifer still moo'n" Clint commented as he placed the patty on Jewel's bun. The others were out messing about but he still placed patties on buns and made a stack nearby as they came out. If they wanted to eat them cold it was on them. Once most of the meat was off the grill he placed some fresh corn, one of his personal favorites to roast over the flame. <br><br>Clint walked over to the table and claimed a bag of chips and salsa, dipping into them as he kept an eye on the chicken which was cooking slower than the rest of the food. He was not about to wait to eat. After claiming one of the burgers, he ate as he cooked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 05:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just cargo pants by the end.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open to whoever, <strong>Demi</strong><br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Well if there was one thing Demi wasn't it was shy. He already knew that about her, yet still it often surprised him. He just wasn't used to it - especially from someone so attractive. Most beautiful women he'd known were either picky, stuck-up, or just plain complicated. She was none of those things. Demi was fun, care-free, and had relatively simple pleasures - at least so far as he had experienced. It was just, comfortably unnerving; and one couldn't help but be drawn in by the allure. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He watched as she swam around, seemingly full of energy. She ducked under water for a moment and then came up literally right in front of him - so close that he could feel the warm, wet skin of her chest brush briefly against his own. It surprised him a little bit, but he did well not to let that show in his expression as he laughed lightly. Then she used him as a springboard to execute some flashy water skills. He would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't actually a little bit impressed.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then she swam right up to him again, this time still underwater. Her fingertips felt up his abdomen and his eyebrows raised slightly - wondering what she was up to down there. That was when she started trying to unfasten his pants - clearly trying to correct his earlier choice... which she had audibly disapproved of. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was a bit awkward in his mind for a moment. Jason was a relatively modest guy, easy-going, and not quick to make himself the center of attention. He felt like he was kind of screwed either way here. If he fought her, she'd probably tease him more about it - and if he just went with it, he might get quite a bit of razzing from the others. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Oh well, if anyone was going to be a buzz kill at this little party - it <em>surely</em> wasn't going to be him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As soon as Demi had the pants unbuttoned and free of his hips he just fell back in the water and pulled himself away from her, leaving the woman with her hard-earned prize. He kicked the last remnants of the cumbersome pants free and swam backwards - away from the extremely forward girl - and back towards his beer that was sitting on the lip of the pool. He took another drink, running the bottle half empty, as he looked back at Demi. He could do nothing but shake his head and smile. She was crazy - but in a good way. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He glanced over towards Blake and Marcellus as they conversed quietly before he heard Clint announce that the food was ready. Of course his eyes instantly lit up - yet for some odd reason he felt the need to stay in the water. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he no longer had any pants on... <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He kind of glared playfully at Demi, <strong>"Getting between a man and his food is never a wise position to be in."</strong> He took another drink, finishing it off. <strong>"You're going to get yourself in trouble one of these days." </strong> It wasn't until after he'd said it that he realized that probably sounded appetizing to her.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 06:03:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Clint, Juliana, Blake, and open to anyone else<br><hr><br>Adriano smiled as Star took the drink, glad to have found someone else to drink with. This way it didn't look like he had made two margaritas for himself like a drunk or something. "Glad you like it." he said, as she made an positive sound upon tasting her drink. He wasn't much good at making drinks, but maybe he would have to ask Blake to teach him more someday. He always thought he had an eye for that. Or he just liked what he made more than what other people made. Whatever.<br><br>He chuckled as Star asked him her question, "But of course I am. Why else would I would I try to get you drunk?" he said with a slight grin, though he continued, "Besides, I'd look like a drunk if I downed two margaritas on my own at the same time. If I just refill this glass later, no one will notice." he said, as he took another sip of his margarita, smacking his lips as the cool liquid went down his throat, serving as a perfect relief from the heat of the sun and the grill.<br><br>"Almost like no one has noticed these burgers yet." Adriano said, as he put his drink down and slipped over to grab a medium-cooked burger. He immediately bit into the juicy burger, as the juice dripped from his mouth. "Damn good grilling Clint, as always." he said, as he raised his burger almost as if he was making a toast. Which was when he noticed it was dripping and decided to put it on his plate. "I can see why Juliana snuck in to grab the first one." he said perhaps a little too loudly, before turning back to face Star. "So, is it working? Are you drunk yet?" he asked, as he bit into his burger again, with reckless abandon, making sure to wash it off with a sip of margarita.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 06:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Lounge chair by the pool, patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Clint, Star, Adriano, open<hr><br>Juliana beamed as Clint placed a burger on the bun she had retrieved. She was going to regale him with compliments about his grilling but his attention was drawn away by chips and more things to light on fire. She didn't make much of it, pinning it up to boys being in love with their toys and simply found a spot on the patio table near the others to sit and eat. <br><br>It was mid-bite that she heard her name said by Adriano, who himself was in the middle of devouring his own burger. She caught his eye and gave him as big a smile as she could while keeping her lips pinched together. 'See food' wasn't on the menu. Juliana's smile somehow got even bigger when she heard him talk about his efforts in making Star drunk. <br><br>As far as she could tell, Star was a girl who grew up a little too fast; was bloodied early. Age was never really a subject that came along naturally after you're twenty but Juliana had a feeling that her roommate was younger than her, yet seemed so much stronger. Emotionally speaking, anyway, being half-Asian, Juliana still had the whole karate, martial arts card that no one questioned. She mused about whether or not what she perceived to be Star's strength has a front or genuine as she took more bites out of her burger until she realised that she may or may not have been staring at the pink-haired girl as she did so.<br><br>"<strong>Just make sure you don't do it on our bed, okay? Seriously, the sheets are pristine!</strong>" Juliana jumped into the conversation between Adriano and Star, hoping her joke wouldn't be thought of as a cock block by either of them. It was slightly curious that she and Star had taken the only room with a double bed. She herself had little concern on the matter but at times she wondered what the others thought about it. It wasn't as if the two were totally into each other or even the best of friends to justify the choice - it was simply a matter of comfort!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 07:32:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Adriano, Juliana, Clint<br><hr><br>A look of exaggerated horror crossed Star's face as she watched Clint do his stupid little song and dance, but luckily Jules was around to distract him from acting like a tool, and Adriano was around to distract her! She gave the handsome Italian a faint, knowing smile and had to suppress the urge to bite her lip while images of the two of them fucking like rabbits flashed through her mind. <br><br>"True, true," she agreed with his plan for not looking like a drunk, and she was of course happy to help by downing the extra margarita that he'd made.<br><br>Star was just about to go snatch some burgers for the both of them when Adriano beat her to the punch by half a second, but then she felt a little disheartened when he started stuffing his face without offering to get her anything. It seemed as if every time she started to get the feeling that he was into her, something like that happened to dampen her hopes.<br><br>"Nope," she replied a little more coolly when Adriano asked if she was drunk yet while she got up from her chair at the table and headed back over to the grill. <br><br>Grabbing a couple of buns, Star tossed them on the grilly for a few seconds before retrieving them with her hands and holding one up so that Clint could crown it with a nice, juicy patty. "Gimme one with cheese and everything on it, oh and some peppers too. At least there's one thing I like about you," Star teased. "Thanks."<br><br>She regained her seat at the table and was in the middle of her first bite when Juliana decided to chime in with some teasing of her own. It wasn't often that Star got embarrassed or blushed so easily, but an exception to that rule was when a hot guy that she was living with <em>and</em> crushing on was involved. However, once she'd finished chewing and swallowing, Star managed to cover her embarrassment up pretty well by upping the ante with a suggestive quip of her own.<br><br>"Even if you're invited?" she asked Jules casually, shifting the spotlight a little bit off of herself and on to her roomie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 08:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Juliana, and open to anyone else<br><hr><br>Adriano sat back down, completely oblivious of any gap in the conversation between Star and him. He just loved his food, and had jumped at the chance to get one of those juicy burgers. As she replied negatively to his query about whether she was drunk, Adriano simply watched as she got up and went over to the grill, getting her own burger.<br><br>His eyes drifted over to everyone else as well, as he saw Clint dancing to whatever song was playing at the moment, Blake and Marcellus chatting by the pool, and Jason and Demi getting quite... wait did Demi just take Jason's pants off while he was in the pool? Adriano was still digesting all the activity that was going around when he heard Juliana taunt Star. The two were roommates, which in truth Adriano didn't really remember until now, and the fact that they were the only ones to have a double bed was coming to mind as well.<br><br>What was even more entertaining, though, was watching Star blush as Juliana taunted her. To tell the truth, Adriano was about to say the very same thing to Juliana as a response, "Great minds think alike, eh?" he said to Star, smiling as he turned over to see Juliana's reaction. He was sure that Star was grateful for the time to regain her composure... and get a few bites of that burger in, of course. Turning to Juliana, he responded to her earlier taunt to him, "'Watch Juliana' is on the menu though, it seems." he said, as he took yet another sip of his margarita, already past halfway through the glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 09:09:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Star, Adriano, open<hr><br>Juliana nearly choked on the bits of burger she had in her mouth when Star suggested that she join in on the fun that she and Adriano could be having once the alcohol started flowing. It was a harmless joke, surely but the thought ran through her mind briefly and she forgot how to chew. Settling down, she placed her burger back on the paper plate that she started with to reach for her beer to try and put herself more at ease.<br><br>"<strong>Well, I still don't think I want Adriano to mess up our sheets. Maybe we'll do it in the pool when we come back from the races.</strong>" Juliana stuck out her tongue, looking over to the pool as she had mentioned it. Her face quickly turned to one of shock. Demi was very forward, Juliana learned, and right now had to be exhibit P and the first week wasn't even over yet. Jason was either playing it cool or he didn't want anything to do with Demi. The latter was a ridiculous suggestion given how even she would give Demi a go if the circumstances were right. "<strong>Er... we might have to clean the pool before then.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 09:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Adriano, Juliana<br><hr><br>Star quickly forgot about her earlier disappointment when Adriano commented about how they thought alike and smiled at her. She found herself smiling as well, thanks to both him and Jules who'd started choking on her food, which Star took as a minor victory. She also glanced over at what was going on in the pool when Jules did but was far less interested or surprised, and went back to focusing on her burger a couple of seconds later. She'd known Demi long enough to have seen her do way crazier things, most of which she'd participated in herself, so this was just another day at the office.<br><br>"Doesn't <em>it</em> like, get smaller in the water, though?" Star asked Juliana casually, carrying on their little conversation about the hypothetical threesome which of course none of them were taking seriously. Then she turned to Adriano instead, figuring that he'd be more likely to provide some insight on the matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 23:22:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Jason<br><hr><br>Demi watched in disappointment as Jason swam away from her. The frown turned into another mischievous smile moments later and she dove underwater. Swimming directly towards him. <em>He isn't going to get away that easily,</em> she thought.<br><br><strong>"Funny boy, are you going to be the source of my trouble?"</strong> She said as she came up behind him clinging to his back. <strong>"Well get up... Take me to my food!"</strong> She amused herself meaning to ride him like a horse. That enthusiasm turned into more mischief though in the same instant. Her toes hooked into the belt of Jason's shorts then tried to push them around his knees in the pool. <br><br>Demi said, <strong>"Tell you what. You beat me in a quarter mile tonight and you can have your pants back, otherwise I get to keep them."</strong> Then she took off after the pants, still floating in the water, as fast as she could swim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 01:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black Basketball Shorts<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Blake,</strong> Housemates<br><hr><br><br>Marcellus frowned slightly when she took the beer not giving him a word of thanks but he didn't take it to heart, he understood people had bad days. He rotated his head around as if he was stretching his neck out before taking a healthy swig of his beer. Marc loved beer and didn't understand how other people didn't feel the same way. Sure, it may have been an acquired taste but, for him anyway, it was easily acquired. He had even read somewhere that beer was better for you than soda was and he would be quick to use that as justification for drinking beer so much. Of course, it meant that he had to do a little bit more running but he didn't care.<br><br>As he took another drink from the bottle and kicked his feet back and forth he listened to Blake briefly explain that she hated day shifts. He nodded a little to show he was listening and debated back and forth in his head if he would rather deal with kids or drunks. It was funny how both were loud, sometimes obnoxious and likely to create a mess. Marcellus figured that it would be easier to have a drunk kicked out of an establishment for unruly behavior than to have a kid kicked out. <strong>"I guess so,"</strong> he responded just as Demi got tossed into the pool down on the other end which solicited a smile from him, <strong>"At least you don't have to worry about kids hitting on you..well, seriously hitting on you."</strong> Marcellus chuckled slightly and shook his head before drinking more of his beer. <em>Geez, never talked to a pretty girl before?</em> he questioned himself slightly.<br><br>In the moments that silence fell between them Marc pulled at the fabric of his wife beater. The hot Florida sun had caused him to begin to sweat slightly and the fabric was sticking uncomfortably to his skin. In response, he decided that it would better to take it off since, judging by everyone playfulness, he would end up in the pool at some time or another. After taking another sip of the quickly diminishing beer he sat it down with a small clank on the concrete side of the pool then began to pull the small undershirt off. He was halfway through it when she asked about his day. <strong>"It was alright."</strong> He replied in a muffled voice since the shirt was covering his face, <strong>"I took off so I'll probably miss those hours come the end of the month."</strong> He shrugged slightly adjusting to the freedom he was experiencing since he had got the undershirt off, allowing his tattoos to be seen by everyone<strong> "Hopefully, I'll make it up tonight but, we'll see."</strong><br><br>The smell of the grilling caused his stomach to rumble so he finished his beer with a satisfied smack of his lips, <strong>"You want me to get you something off the grill?"</strong> He said as he started to get up. She had been serving people all morning, Marcellus thought it would be nice to do something for her, <strong>"I'll get it for you. Just tell me what you want."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 06:59:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Juliana, and open to anyone else<br><hr><br>Adriano couldn't help but chuckle as it was Juliana's turn to blush. He himself was far less likely to blush about such sexual taunts. "You're very protective of those sheets. Maybe I need to make you a drink too, instead of that beer you have there." he said, as he raised his glass to show her what he was drinking, before taking another drink and setting the glass down. It looked like he was going to have a make a new one for himself, at any rate, especially considering that he wasn't even buzzed yet.<br><br>Adriano nodded in agreement when Juliana mentioned cleaning the pool. "I'd say cleaning the pool is a small price to pay, though, wouldn't you?" he asked, flashing a quick signature smile at both of the girls, before glancing over and noting the activity in the pool. At the rate this was going, they'd have a full-on house orgy with all eight of them participating. Considering how attractive all of the people in the house were, Adriano was sure that wouldn't be a bad thing, though.<br><br>Adriano turned his attention back to Star as she spoke. He was quite impressed with how simply she asked the question, as if she was asking him what the weather was like or what he thought of a nearby restaurant. But then, Star always managed to surprise him. "I'd say that's all up to you, although you can blame the water if you'd like. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened to me." he said, in just as normal a tone as she had asked the question, though his eyes twinkled with just a hint of mischief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 18:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Star, Adriano, open<hr><br>Figuring out exactly how this conversation was going to go, Juliana steeled herself for it. The last thing she'd want to do was choke and die on her burger because someone made another perverted joke. Given the caliber of attractive people in one place, she may as well prepare herself for sexually charged conversations for the rest of her time here.<br><br>"<strong>Well, if <em>it</em> gets smaller in the pool, at least my nipples will look fantastic the entire time. That'll make up for some of the... shortcomings.</strong>" Juliana sat there and smiled for a bit, as if to wait for a response before taking another bite of her burger. She chewed, she swallowed and then she took another go at her beer, which she shook side to side to test if it was truly empty. It was. Her lips pursed to the side, clearly frustrated at the fact that her extras were sitting in a metal bucket by the pool and she was far too comfortable (read:lazy) to go and get them. That's when she remembered Adriano's offer.<br><br>"<strong>Uhh, yeah. I'll take one of those margaritas the next time you go in, Adriano.</strong>" Juliana took another bite out of her burger before continuing. "<strong>Just don't go crazy on it, yeah? I have to race later!</strong>!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 00:57:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Grill to Patio table <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Jules and Star by Proxy at the table <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Clint busied himself with the finishing touches on the grill. The barbeque chicken had been simmered in its own foil pouch he had put together on the grill. Finished food was transported to the table, grilled onions, peppers, grilled corn and potatoes and finally the big pot of grilled meat, hotdogs and burgers. "I am so glad I am not on pool duty, the last thing I need to find is the lost Italian swim team in the pool just wading around." Clint laughed, not commenting on the locations to fuck in, who was he to say when he had been caught in the garage earlier that week. <br><br>The grill cover was closed before he carried his seized bag of chips and salsa back to the table with the only two housemates there. "Is that the excuse you are going to pull if you lose tonight Jewels?" He teased as he fixed himself a huge plate of food and began to dig in. "Anyone else thing we need a dog?" Clint asked after he practically swallowed a chicken leg whole except for the bone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 06:28:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just his boxers. And completely shameless about that fact.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool &gt; Patio Table<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open, <strong>Demi</strong>, <strong>Clint</strong><br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A short and simple laugh was all Jason offered when she asked if he would be her source of trouble. Whether that meant yes or no, even he really didn't know - but he had a feeling she would <em>definitely</em> be a source of his. He couldn't decide if he should be excited or worried about that... and in reality, he felt a good bit of both.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Demi came up out of the water and clung to his back, her arms wrapped around his chest and neck, her legs around his waist. Then she commanded him to take her to the food - which he wasn't entirely opposed to. Just as he put his palms on the edge of the pool and was about to lift them both out of the cool water - she managed to pull his last remaining piece of clothing halfway down his thighs.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes went wide. He certainly wasn't expecting that. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Oh she is a little devil isn't she?</em> At least he hand't started climbing out of the water yet. Before he could even respond - Demi's quick mind shot off on another unpredictable tangent and she jumped off him and back into the water after his pants - issuing a challenge to him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her demand really wasn't much - if he lost she'd get his pants. He did like those pants a lot, but it wouldn't exactly inspire him to do everything he could to defeat her. Jason reached down and pulled his boxers back up to his waist - hoping nobody else had really caught Demi's clever prank. He thought about her challenge though - and it kind of grew on him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't about the pants.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was about Demi. She was just relentless - and seemed to be the type of person that always got what she wanted. There is no way he could let her win tonight, pants or no pants. And of course it wasn't a true bet unless she had something to lose also. <strong>"Your sandals; if I win, you lose your sandals. I'll turn those nifty little straps into a new toy for Mr. Muffins." </strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Maybe then he'll finally leave my wiring harness alone.</em> Jason thought optimistically. Then he climbed out of the pool and started heading back to the patio. He hated cold food - gotta grab it while it's hot! He wondered how Demi would react to being left by herself in the water. She'd probably play it cool and find someway to wiggle out of the internal unease he knew had to be gnawing at her. Oh well, he wasn't out to rile her feathers; it was just a bit of cat and mouse.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't leave Demi a chance to catch him - as he never slowed down on his way to the table. He&nbsp; fixed himself two fully loaded cheeseburgers, grabbed an ear of corn, and then a piece of chicken before finding a place at the table near the others. He reached into an open bag of potato chips and dumped a handful on his plate - which was practically overflowing with food at this point.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Mmmm..."</strong> He took a healthy sized bite out of one of the burgers and nodded towards Clint as he chewed. <strong>"Perfect."</strong> Coming from anyone else, it probably would have been a compliment - but there was rarely any food Jason would turn down. If he was hungry, he'd eat just about anything. He didn't say much else as he continued to dig into his food. Despite his massive appetite, he actually didn't make a mess of himself. He wasn't a <em>complete</em> animal after all.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 15:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool (side)<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Jason, then Open (and alone&nbsp; :-( )<br><hr><br>The infuriating boy wanted her sandals, her precious sandals. <strong>"Fine,"</strong> Demi said. <strong>"It's on but don't whine when you lose."</strong> Her last words trailed off. She had switched to a back stroke until she got to the pants then swam to the pool's edge.<br><br>Jason got up out of the water and burned rubber to get to the food. <em>Figures</em>, she thought. <em>A boy would push a naked woman out of the way to get his hands on a cheeseburger even if she were the last woman on Earth. Pfft...</em> <br><br>Not a problem for Demi, she floated on her back for the moment looking up at the clear blue sky. It was pretty, little wisps of pale white clouds formed shapes that she imagined were the script of a secret language long forgotten. She just smiled and floated there along the edge of the pool in the water, lost in thought. The water made little ripples as it lapped up against her tanned skin, her long hair spread out in the water as she relaxed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 01:51:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Backyard Patio//The Pool.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, <strong>Marcellus</strong>, Clint, Jason.<br><br><hr><br>Blake's dark eyes watched the others, Demi and Jason, in the pool absently. She wondered what was going on, with Demi going under the surface and getting rather close with him, but didn't say anything out loud. She didn't realize it straight away, but she was frowning. Once she had discovered that, she cleared her throat awkwardly and took another swig of her beer before turning to look at Marcellus, properly this time. A dark, groomed eyebrow raised as he spoke and she found herself grinning a little at his comment about being hit on. "I suppose you're right. You'd be surprised at how serious some children are though." Shaking her head a bit, she took another drink before leaning back on her one hand, her feet kicking back and forth lightly in the cool water of the pool. <br><br>The sun was warm, the t-shirt clinging to her body more so than usual and even though she thought about going to get changed out of her work clothes, she didn't bother to move. Blake pressed the cold beer bottle to her lips, the condensation rolling off it, dripping onto her shirt as she took a gentle sip, holding back her distaste for the stuff; she could already feel it working gradually down her body, consuming her. She watched Marc casually as he placed his bottle down and began to remove his vest, but ultimately she felt as if she were staring, so she just turned her head to look out at the garden. She gave a small nod of acknowledgment as he explained his day, but she didn't let any words leak from her lips.<br><br>It was only when she felt moving besides her that she turned her head again, her big eyes glancing up at Marcellus as he stood. Blake spared a glance towards Clint who was manning the grill as he offered to get her some food. She then tilted her head back a little for a better view of his face, of course. Not his abs, why would she do that? Clearing her throat, she gave another nod and parted her lips to speak. "Yeah. Thanks. I'll just have a burger." Pausing, she continued. "With cheese." Another pause. "Oh, and onions." The brunette smiled at him briefly, only for a sudden look of realization to smooth her features. "With Ketchup. Please." Blake watched him, wondering if he'd be alright with her request. "Thanks." With a final word of thanks, Blake turned to glance out at the pool again, her eyes finding Demi almost immediately as she took another mouthful of the rapidly decreasing beer. Dammit, she needed to race tonight!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 02:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Adriano, Juliana, Clint, Jason<br><hr><br>Star was content to just nod lightly in response to Adriano's last comment, not wanting to linger on the topic for too long. Not that the idea of participating in a pool-threesome with him and Juliana appeal to her, but she figured that feigning a bit of disinterest would ultimately end up being to her advantage. <br><br>As for Jules, Star was pretty sure that she was going to be imagining the girl's stiff, wet nipples later that night when they were in bed together. On the other hand, she didn't really know whether it would end up being enjoyable or just annoyingly frustrating.<br><br>"Fuck dogs," Star finally broke her silence after Clint made the suggestion that they could benefit from a second pet in the house. She preferred cats in general - way less maintenance - plus she was very protective of Mr. Muffles and didn't want some stupid dog bothering him. "Sorry, I didn't mean literally, I know how much you farm boys love your animals." More than anyone else in the house, Clint was most often the target of Star's random and unwarranted (mostly not serious) insults, no doubt because their relationship had been ripe with competitiveness from the very first time they met. The cowboy didn't seem to mind, though, nor was he shy about retaliating, so it just sort of evolved into a game that they played.<br><br>Going back to her food, Star shot Jason a sideways glance as a silent form of hello while they both chewed before lowering her eyes and smiling slightly at the fact that he'd been de-pantsed by Demi. Beyond the humorous side of the situation, though, Star believed that some feminine attention might do Jason some good, and while she wouldn't tolerate just any common hoe attempting to sink her claws into him, she thought very highly of Demi, so their flirting was alright by her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 08:07:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star, Juliana, Clint, and open to anyone else<br><hr><br>As Juliana responded, Adriano couldn't help but picture Juliana's breasts. Which, of course, he had never seen before. So he proceeded to think about how they would look in the water for a good several seconds before he was interrupted by Juliana agreeing to his offer to make her a drink. "Wait, you mean you don't race better when you're drunk?" he responded to Juliana, feigning surprise. He himself had found that a drink or two gave him enough of a buzz to make him slightly more of a reckless driver. Which of course, meant that he either totally screwed up turns or absolutely nailed them. It had given him mixed results so far, especially with the dulled reactions it gave him, so he hadn't tried it much more.<br><br>He couldn't help but smile as Star taunted Clint about getting a dog, but he had his own thoughts on the matter. "I don't think any dog would last a week against Mr. Muffles. If that cat wanted someone gone, they would be gone. I mean, just look at him over there, not giving a fuck about anything." Adriano said, pointing out how Mr. Muffles was quietly watching them all from a sunny little corner. Or was just tanning and completely ignoring them. He could never read that damn cat's expression.<br><br>He finished off the last bite of his burger, and looked around for something else to eat. He grabbed two cobs of corn, intending to plow his way through them as well, before taking his seat again. He caught Star glancing out over at Jason and Demi, and saw the silent glance that went between her and Jason. Adriano was silently jealous, though he tried to make sure Star didn't catch him staring, but he also wondered if he would get on 'silent glancing' terms with any of the house members, considering he hadn't known any of them <em>that</em> well beforehand. The closest to him had been Jason, who he had worked with and got along with readily, but they hadn't really spent enough time together to really know each other well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 15:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black basketball shorts<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool -&gt; Grill -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Blake</strong>, <strong>Star</strong>, Other Housemates<br><br>Marc thought about her statement, a small smirk on his face when kids thought that they wanted something they went for it with everything there was no reason to think that that wouldn't apply for chasing women. Hell, Marcellus could appreciate persistence and figured that if some six year old could take the time to get to know Blake better, he might as well try too. He craned his neck and turned his head, scanning the backyard for a trashcan, luckily the waste bin was situated near the grill so he could drop it off on his way.<br><br><strong>"A burger? Sure."</strong> He said as he turned his back to her and went to take a&nbsp; step before he heard her ask for cheese. Marc stopped mid step and glanced back over his shoulder, <strong>"Sure."</strong> He smiled brightly, then went to take another step when he heard her mention onions. This time, he turned and smiled at her his hues connecting with hers as she smiled for a moment at him. Marc leaned in just slightly with a sarcastic smile on his face as he waited to see if she would add anything else. Sure enough, she added ketchup to the list of requirements. He decided that he thanks was a sign that she was finished so he went over the list again, <strong>"Cheeseburger with onions and ketchup. Gotcha."</strong> He flashed her his million dollar smile and headed toward the grill.<br><br>He walked past a group of housemates in time to hear Star blurt out fuck dogs.<strong> "Woah there,"</strong> He said loudly, injecting himself into the conversation and grabbing some food for him and Blake at the same time, <strong>"I think the house could use a real pet."</strong> Marc glanced over a Jules to see what she would say. Unlike most of the housemates, Marcellus hated cats. In his mind, felines were vile, mischievous creatures that served no purpose. <strong>"Maybe I'll look at some breeders, see if I can find some pitbull puppies somewhere."</strong> He didn't know if he was talking to them or talking out loud to himself at the point but it didn't matter, he would look into that later. <br><br>Marcellus grabbed himself two barbecued wings, corn, and a hamburger with just some ketchup for himself before preparing Blake's cheeseburger to her specified order. He placed his plate on his left forearm and grabbed her plate with his left hand and headed back toward the pool but, not before grabbing two more beers for them. He would smile at Blake once he reached the poolside, extending the beer toward her so that he could free his other hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 07:12:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Star, Adriano, Clint, Mr. Muffles, open<hr><br>Juliana was not the very impressed with the suggestion of bringing a dog into the mix. They were messy, took dumps wherever they found it to be convenient and generally much more of a hassle than Mr. Muffles could ever be. She took a look around to find where her beloved cat had gone, finding him perched up by a window, his tail swinging low as he watched everyone eat and get more and more inebriated. The young woman always found her cat to be something of a guardian angel to her, knowing just where to be when she was feeling awful and needed a cheering up, so right now he was just waiting for his opportunity.<br><br>The girl traded glances between Clint and Adriano, both making comments about if she were drunk how awful she would be on the road. Granted, it probably wouldn't help her more than hinder, but with a bit of a buzz comes a lot more courage and instinct. If she were to race under the influence, Juliana would probably wreck a bunch of corners on her way to the finish line. As long as there wasn't any real wrecks. "<strong>We'll see when we get out there!</strong>" the young said to both of them, not wanting to really bring up alcohol being the excuse she might fail tonight.<br><br>"<strong>And dogs can suck it, Clint,</strong>" she started, finishing off the last bits of burger that the cowboy so graciously grilled for her. Juliana went on to laugh at Star's insult that followed after. That girl was always a quick one; it was trait that the half-Asian wish she had at times but she was more prone to apologizing than dishing out clever insults. It was more becoming of a little girl than an early-twenty-something, sadly, she couldn't very well work against her nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 08:42:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Grill to Patio table <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; People at the table <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Everyone except Demi, who was still in the pool, dug into the food. He looked over towards her. "Hey, Demi, since when are you shy around my meat?" Clint teased before he shook his head at Marcellus. "Don't go to a breeder man, those guys are assholes. If we were to get a dog, go down to the shelter and adopt one. Hell I've been meaning to since I move, just never had the space to keep one." He shared between bites, giving Jason a thumbs up after he complimented his food since he was in the middle of chewing. <br><br>"Damn, what have dogs done to you all? Well I guess they are <strong>man's</strong> best friends for a reason." He said before he looked over to Mr. Muffles aka "Cat". Clint didn't bother calling Jules's pet by its name, it was a stupid name! "Ohh and you and Star can suck it!" He replied playfully before winking at each one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Marcellus, Clint, Juliana, Blake, Demi<br><hr><br>"Cool story, good thing nobody cares what you think," Star lazily fired back at Marcellus after he decided to interfere in the conversation, sounding appropriately disinterested by what he had to contribute. <br><br>As for for the exchange between Jules and Clint, Star just glanced at the resident cowboy with a slight look of disgust and pity on her face. Replying to Jules' <em>dogs can suck it</em> line (which was already pretty weak) by just recycling it was so lame that she didn't even want to bother. Clint was really off his game today, at least in the banter department, since his food was admittedly still rather good. <br><br>Having finished with her burger, Star quickly downed the rest of her margarita as if it were an oversized shot and threw her paper plate in the trash before heading out to the pool to join Demi, briefly wagging her fingers at Blake on the way to say hello. Since it seemed like Demi was a little bit lost inside of her own head, Star quietly took the stairs that led into the shallow end of the pool before trying to sneak up on her friend and pounce on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 16:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool (side)<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open, Star<br><hr><br>Demi was lost in thought, she just floated along day dreamily. The sun was warm on her skin, she had tuned out the world around her. There was some method to her apparent absent minded madness though. She was centering herself, playing out in her head every sound of her engine and shift of the gears. She wasn't drinking, she was mentally preparing to race. Staying sharp, focused, and relaxed.<br><br>That's when Star struck. She pounced. Demi didn't know exactly what she'd done, grab her, push her, splash her, it didn't matter. She let out a scream then immediately slipped under the water. Gasping for air she bobbed back up to the surface laughing, spluttering, and shaking the water off her face.<br><br>With one hand she skimmed it just over the surface as hard as she could to exact a wall of watery revenge at her pink haired friend.&nbsp; <strong>"You brat,"</strong> Demi laughed as her other hand repeated the previous action. Again and again she slammed her hands into the water and tried to spray Star with walls of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 17:05:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Backyard Patio//The Pool.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Housemates,<strong>Marcellus</strong><br><br><hr><br>An eyebrow raised at Marcellus's flash smile and she watched him walk over to the small group gathered at the grill with a quiet chuckle. She turned back towards the pool and kicked her feet slightly, drinking the rest of the liquid in the beer bottle before giving a small stretch, the distaste snowing on her face for a brief moment. She could hear the group talking about getting another house pet but Blake kept her two cents to herself. She'd always loved dogs and they were a bit more masculine than cats, most of the time, but she didn't think getting another pet would solve any money issues people were having. Blake didn't exactly have a million dollar job, but she managed to get by, it wouldn't be possible for her to afford a dog as well, no matter how much she'd love to get one. The one thing that went for cats was the fact that most of them weren't as much hard work as dogs. Mr. Muffles was quite content strolling around the house without much attention, where as dogs would get under your feet. But they were so cute. She let out a small sigh and one of her hands moved to her stomach, giving it a light scratch beneath her work T-shirt. Maybe she'd get changed after she'd eaten.<br><br>Dark eyes watched Demi float in the pool by herself and she contemplated just sinking into the water, clothes and all. The next thing that caught her attention was Star. The girl slipped past Blake, giving her a friendly wave before starting down the stairs into the pool to launch an attack on her roommate. The dark haired female lifted a hand, giving her own wave back with a small, small smile at her lips; she couldn't believe the two didn't get on at first, it was probably because they were so alike. Her hand returned to her side as she stilled, reflecting on the night at Johnny's that her car was vandalized; it took her ages to be able to afford a new window for it and that one was only second hand from a scrap yard on the other side of town. <br><br>When Marcellus returned, Blake turned to him and reached both her hands up to take the bottles he was carring. She was a little impressed with his waiting skills, carrying the plates like a pro, but didn't say anything as she held the bottles. <strong>"Thanks."</strong> She was about to say he could've called her for help, but she knew men could be stubborn, hell, she wouldn't even think about asking for help in such a situation. <strong>"How's it looking over there? Has the Cowboy gone overboard on the food again or is there not going to be huge amounts of waste this time?"</strong> She had to admit, she hated wasting; it was one of the reason's she drank when people brought her drinks, so that she didn't waste it. Of course, most of it was to uphold her tough-girl image, but that was her own little secret. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 18:00:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Kitchen -&gt; Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Clint, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano was quite entertained with the conversation near the grill and the action in the pool, but his drink was empty. So of course he had to go to the kitchen to make a new one, and one for Juliana as well. He put down his plate, having cleaned it out while listening them talk about dogs. He liked dogs, actually, but they also required more attention than cats, and between work and racing, Adriano was already fairly busy. Once in the kitchen, Adriano was quick to refill his own drink and fill a second one. He made the same thing, not wanting to spend too much time on it, although this drink was slightly less stronger than his last.<br><br>Going back out to the patio, he handed Juliana her drink, "Don't drink it too fast, okay?" he said, before taking the seat next to her. He looked over at the grill. "All the food's not gone yet? You losing your touch, Clint?" he said. Usually, the food was gone in an instant, although he supposed that all of them had never been together out here before at once. He sipped on his drink as he leaned back, satisfied and full. "We should have a hammock out here or something, especially now that it's warm. I can imagine having a nap in one right now." he said, as he sat there, relaxing. He wanted to go in the pool sometime, but he wasn't in swimming trunks so he would have to go inside and change first, and besides, he'd have to finish his drink first too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 22:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just his boxers. And completely shameless about that fact.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open, everyone.<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While he wasn't entirely opposed to dogs, he actually preferred them to cats, Jason didn't know if a dog would be a good fit in the house. Cats were easy. They were out of the way, they were low maintenance, and they could entertain themselves easily. Dogs on the other hand required a lot of time and effort - particularly when they were puppies, and especially if they were ever going to turn out disciplined and house-worthy. If you didn't put the effort in, you'd just end up with an attention starved pet that tore things up, made messes, and consumed your wallet - large breeds were the worst.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason definitely didn't have the time to help out with a new puppy, and he honestly didn't see who else would have the time or money to either. Mr. Muffles may have his quirks, and not everyone here was exactly a cat person - Jason included - but he was small, already house trained, and cheap to feed. He was practical (if owning a pet ever could be considered practical) at least for their situation. So Jason found himself siding with the girls on this one. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Don't get me wrong, I love dogs... but they're a lot of work if you don't want then to turn out like shitheads. Its a fun idea - bit I'm not cleaning up after it, I've got better things to do with my time."</strong> He said it plain, but straight forward. He hoped the rest would realize the facts too. Jason didn't move into a house with everyone just for the space and security to own a dog, he did it to race competitively. Owning a dog wasn't contrary to that, bit he didn't see many benefits. Just one really, and there were so many people coming and going at all hours that they really didn't need a watchdog to protect their precious rides.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"First person to win a division three pot can get a dog. Until then, let's keep our eyes on the prize."</strong> Division three was their current "class" and it would take a lot of work to get to the top and win any big races. Up to this point they were still competing just to get in to an actual Div3 race.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tonight was there next shot. Four runs of heat qualifiers to get them into the actual race qualifier, which the top two drivers would get to move on to an actual race in Division 3. It seemed like a lot just to get your foot in the door, but you have no idea how many ghetto wannabes there were trying to prove they were underground bad boys. It takes more than having a sweet ride and a heavy foot. It was gonna take hard work and focus.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He hoped they all had that. From what he knew of everyone, they were very passionate about it - so maybe this dog talk was just the alcohol speaking.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason started in on his second burger, occasionally biting into his corn or tossing down a few potato chips. The food was very good and the company was even better. He felt pretty fortunate for the situation they were all in. Who actually gets to follow through with a plan like this? It was crazy, but it would be even crazier if it worked. As of now no personalities had really clashed, but it was still early. If anyone would crack first it would be Star and Blake; but Jason knew Star was WAY too committed to this to let a few cat fights get in the way. Blake seemed pretty chill too.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason finished the food on his plate then leaned back and stretched comfortably, totally satisfied. He cracked open his second beer and just relaxed, enjoying everyone else's company. He'd probably spend the late evening doing a little fine tuning before they all rolled out for the big night, but it was still relatively early being mid afternoon. He watched as the majority of the girls seemed to be congregating at the pool while the guys were still hanging around the food - typical. Most of them were athletic and muscular though, so it made sense for them all to have healthy appetites. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 19:56:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black basketball shorts<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool -&gt; Room, briefly, -&gt; Outside to his car<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Blake</strong>, Housemates<br><hr><br>Marcellus smiled a bit as he adjusted the plates so that he was holding one in each hand after she had took the beer from him. <strong>"No problem."</strong> He replied plainly with a small smile as he lowered himself slowly into a sitting position beside Blake. Marc chuckled a little at her question. Clint had a bit of a habit of cooking way too much food, leaving the housemates eating grilled left overs for almost a full week sometimes which was a lot of food considering the number of people that lived in the house. <strong>"Nah, I think we'll be alright this time."</strong> He paused a little to give some attention to the food on his plate then realized that he probably should have finished his statement before taking that first bite of that burger. <strong>"Wheel haszss sfrom lesftsover."</strong> Marcellus brought his other hand up, trying to hide his rudeness by speaking with his mouth full. In the meantime, he grabbed a beer and twisted the top off. <br><br>As he took a sip of the beer, he leaned back a little which caused his muscles to stretch a bit under the slight sheen of sweat that had accumulated because of the heat. He heard Jason complaining a little about dogs and was about to ignore it until he mentioned keeping their eyes on the prize. Marcellus put his beer down and frowned slightly, Jason was right. Sure, it was good for everyone to come together, have some drinks and socialize but later this evening they would be thrown into the fire. He took another bite of his burger and chewed quietly going over his pre-race checklist like he always did and silently wished that he was under the hood of his Prelude, making sure everything was alright. <br><br>His eyes shifted to Blake who was seated at his right and a small smile played on his face. She was a cute girl and she was hardworking, Marcellus could appreciate that. Maybe she would be interested in doing a little walk around on their cars after eating. Regular maintenance on a vehicle that you raced and was also your daily driver was important plus, it would give them some time to really be alone. Between Demi stripping people in the pool and this awful music that was playing on Star's iPod, Marcellus could use some away time.<br><br>He shifted his eyes back to his plate after realizing that he had stared at her for something like 45 seconds without really saying anything. <strong>"I'm bout to go pop the hood and look around, make sure everything is alright, I might even change my oil. Wanna come?"</strong> Marcellus scooted back a little bit and began to stand up, <strong>"I won't hold it against you if you say no." </strong>He laughed slightly, <strong>"Jason just got me thinking about tonight, gotta be prepared, ya know?"</strong> He would gather his things, including the shirt that he had peeled off, his plate and his beer, plus the empty beer bottle, say goodbye to Blake if she chose not to join him, and head inside to get his keys before heading out across the street to his car, with his beer and the remaining food on his plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 01:25:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi<br><hr><br>Star didn't really know what she was trying to do, but she just grabbed at whatever part of Demi that she could and tried to keep her under the water while keeping herself out of it as much as possible, but ultimately they were pretty evenly matched and ended up wrestling under the water for a few seconds before getting untangled and coming up for air.<br><br>Breathing and laughing at the same time, Star covered her eyes with one arm while blindly splashing in the direction that she thought Demi was with the other, but she was definitely not the one coming out on top of the exchange. "Okay, okay! You win!" she conceded in order to get her friend to stop showering her.<br><br>"How come you didn't try to rip my clothes off too?" she asked suspiciously while wiping most of the water off of her face and gathering up all of her now soaked hair, slicking it back and wringing it out somewhat. "You don't think I'm as pretty as Jason?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 18:13:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Clint, Adriano, Jason, open<hr><br>Juliana was starting to wonder what punches she would have to pull to put this whole dog versus cat thing to rest until Star busted up Clint with soul while Jason crushed the dreams with logic. Awesome. It only got better when Adriano had come back with another drink for her. "<strong>Thanks, bud!</strong>" she said wholeheartedly, giving the Italian native a cheer with a raised glass. "<strong>I'll drink it as fast as you drive.</strong>" The girl then shot him her usual wink and tongue before taking the tiniest of sips, placing the glass back on the patio table.<br><br>Shifting her attention between the patio and the pool, Juliana wondered if she should make her way over to the other girls. It only took her a fraction of a second to decide that maybe having the attention of the boys for a bit wouldn't be such a bad thing. She finished her burger and was now idly eating chips, taking sips and being hip between bits of conversation. <br><br>"<strong>Oh, man! A hammock would be so nice to have. Maybe I'll get one with my race winnings tonight.</strong>" Juliana laughed, both at the fact that it would be an awful thing to waste well earned money on and her chances of beating a ton of people, seven of which she now lived with. "<strong>I'm not going to share it, though. Unless you're Muffles.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 22:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg), <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">330 hp, All Wheel Drive baby! VROOM VROOM!</span><br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool (side)<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open, Star<br><hr><br>There had been a few close moments but Demi was good at holding her breath and felt like she had the advantage of an all out surprise water born retaliatory strike. Victory was achieved and Star had surrendered after putting up a half hearted fight. <strong>"That's right, Demi wins," </strong>Demi smiled at Star. <strong>"Get used to saying those words."</strong> She nodded with a jestful smirk on her face.<br><br><em>"How come you didn't try to rip my clothes off too?" &lt;Star&gt; asked suspiciously while wiping most of the water off of her face and gathering up all of her now soaked hair, slicking it back and wringing it out somewhat. "You don't think I'm as pretty as Jason?" </em><br><br><strong>"Oh, baby..."</strong> She pouted and moved in real close to Star. Star looked really good wet with her pretty pink hair plastered to her face. Their breasts rubbed against each other in the water. She moved around a little to let it linger a moment. Demi liked Star and this was not her first time being this close to her. A few times alone in the Ice Cream parlor they had gotten frisky. It alleviated the drudgery of long work days, Star got Demi really hot and bothered so she would would take any opportunity to touch her. She reached up attempting to slip her arms around Stars neck.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, will you forgive me? I have kisses for you if you do."</strong> Tilting her head in for a kiss she intended to make it a long deep one. It was a devious distraction while she was going to attempt to untie the bikini string around Star's neck. <em>Time to see some titties,</em> she thought. That thought made her giggle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 01:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi<br><hr><br>Star just huffed and nodded her chin up slightly at Demi while making a face that showed just how unconvinced she was about her friend's prediction. It wasn't because she didn't respect Demi or anything, it was just the standard attitude that she had with everyone, always acting as if she was the best even if at times she didn't even believe it herself. Having struggled with her self-confidence a lot in the past, this was one method that she'd come up with to counteract that, though it was certainly not without its risks. One crack in that wall of artificial courage and it could all come toppling down on top of her.<br><br>Star kept her guard up even as Demi approached her, knowing that the blonde was generally as tricky and devious as she was sexy, but she didn't make any sort of move, instead just waiting to see what would happen. It felt rather natural when Demi leaned in for the kiss, even if it was the first time they'd ever done that kind of thing at the house, or anywhere outside of the ice cream parlor for that matter, and perhaps that was why Star didn't realize that something was up until it was nearly too late.<br><br>Distracted by the dance that her tongue was doing with Demi's and the feeling of their warm bodies pressed together, contrasting with the comparatively cool water, she was too slow to react before Demi got her grubby little hands on to the string of her bikini top. Had she opted to play pure defense, Star might have thwarted her friend's efforts to undress her, but instead she was indecisive, trying to deflect Demi's assault with one hand while at the same time attempting to return the favor with the other.<br><br>In the end, it was Demi that came away with Star's top, and the pink haired girl let out a sharp little yelp before pulling her hands back to cover herself, cupping one breast in each hand. She was more peeved about having been bested twice in two minutes as opposed to anyone having caught a glimpse of her boobs, modesty never having been one of her core values.<br><br>"Fuck sakes, I can't believe you'd betray my trust like that. I thought we had something special," Star said dryly, her plump lips already curving up into a playful smirk. Being something of a troublemaker herself, she had to admire Demi's talent at causing mischief, even if it was a little difficult to swallow that the blonde was the champion in that department.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 05:34:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Jason, Marcellus, Demi, Star, Open<br><hr><br>He made a face as Juliana took just the smallest of sips from her drink. "I'll drink mine as fast as that first turn will be." he said, as he took quite a large sip from his own drink. He wasn't worried about being drunk while racing, he would run it off. It was an unusual quirk of his, going running right before a race. He wouldn't go for a long jog, but more of a quick sprint, for about a mile or so. He loved having his body worked up and sweating before he went into a race, somehow it acclimated him to the racing conditions. In this case, it would serve to wear off any alcohol he had had as well. So Adriano simply enjoyed his drink at the moment.<br><br>When he heard Juliana talk about sharing the hammock, he replied, "You wouldn't share even a hammock? Hammocks don't have bed sheets you know." he said, with a wink, before turning and seeing Marcellus go off towards the garage. "Everyone's serious about racing, huh?" he said, as Jason mentioned the race as well. "Too bad Marcellus is the only actually preparing for it, rather than getting drunk... or naked. Looks like Star didn't fare quite as well as you did, Jason." he added, as he watched Demi de-bra Star. It wasn't too often Star found herself out-trickstered, so it was actually quite amusing to watch her protest without even any crazy arm gestures, which he supposed was because they were covering herself from being completely naked in front of the whole house. Adriano had been thinking about going in the pool, but he figured that he would rather keep his shorts on for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 12:15:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Backyard Patio//The Pool.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Housemates,<strong>Marcellus</strong><br><br><hr><br>Blake took the plate of her burger from him and placed it onto her lap while her hands reached for the beer by her thigh to unclasp the bottle lid. She took a mouthful of the cold liquid first before returning it to its place, flinching as it brushed her thigh. Her hands moved to grab the burger, though it took her a few attempts to get a hold of it correctly in her small hands; the damn onion's kept falling out onto the plate! She gave a brief nod as Marcellus told her he thought they'd be alright for wastage this time but Blake couldn't help thinking back to the groups earlier conversation, thinking that maybe a dog would be useful in the future to help with that. The brunette pulled the burger to her lips and took out a small bit from the side, the only bite she could manage.<br><br>From the corner of her eyes, she shifted to glance at Marc beside her, her large brown eyes catching his almost instantly and she blinked at him. Was he staring at her? After a moment, the girl simply went back to trying to munch through the monster burger in her grasp and she wasn't fussed if he was looking or not. Her tongue darted out the corners of her mouth every so often to make sure she was keeping as clean as she possibly could. <br><br>When the man beside her started to talk and shift to a stand, Blake turned to look at him, still chewing. She looked thoughtful to his request for a moment, before turning back to look at the pool with a small shake of the head. Swallowing, she cleared her throat before answering Marcellus. <strong>"No. I think I'll finish this and then head inside for a nap before the race tonight."</strong> She was tired from working, but she was sure the excitement about the race wasn't going to let her sleep easy. Blake turned her head again, glancing up at him, quinting a little because of the sun's glare. <strong>"But, uh. Thanks, and stuff. For the invite."</strong> She offered him a brief, almost apologetic smile and then turned back to her burger to finish it. Maybe she'd set her alarm and get up a bit earlier to check her own car....<br><br>Blake would manage to finish all of her burger without so much as looking at anyone else, save Star and Demi in the pool briefly. Once done with that, she'd put her paper plate in the nearest rubbish bag, her shoes in one hand as she trailed away from the pool, before heading inside. She'd grab her bag and take her phone from its contents to set an alarm and then she'd disappear into the room without much word to anyone else. Though she did manage to fall asleep at some point, her mind was filled with the race to come; her excitement and her anxiety were hard to ignore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 03:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just his boxers. And completely shameless about that fact.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open, <strong>Adriano</strong>, <strong>Jules</strong>, Star, Demi, Blake<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Well I'll just have to wait till you're gone and the Muff-man decides to share that hammock with me."</strong> Jason said to Jules, liking her idea of a hammock - even if he likely wouldn't get to use it often. He took another drink from his beer as he watched the pool-play between Star and Demi develop a bit further. <em>Those two deserve each other</em> - he thought merrily to himself as Demi pranked back Star by nabbing her top. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He let out a short laugh before Adriano commented in his direction and he nodded in agreement. <strong>"Yeah, I think you're right."</strong> he replied.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason noticed Marcellus get up and take off in the direction of the garage - likely to start early tuning up his car. All of their vehicles were also daily drivers for the most part, so everyone had different amounts of additional tuning that went into a race-day. Jason had his old beat up Yamaha motorcycle that he usually put miles on, instead of his WRX - but it seemed to be breaking down more and more often. He really needed to spend a weekend and several hundred dollars getting the bike back into daily-riding shape... but he really didn't have either of those things at the moment. He tinkered with it when he could and rode it when it was cooperative, but the fuel line was giving him issues and he didn't have time to fuck with it since everyone started moving in the past week.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It didn't take long for Blake to pick up her things and head off too - she had put in more work hours today than most of them, so that made sense. He watched as she walked by, lifting his hand in an impromptu wave as she headed inside. There was something about her that he always seemed to gravitate towards - different than the other three women. Other than Star - who he'd practically grown up with, he'd known the other three girls for about the same amount of time. Blake though, he'd had tons in common with. Unlike the rough start that Star had gotten off to with the dark-haired woman, Jason had gotten along with her immediately. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He spent a lot of time in the bar she worked at ever since he'd gotten back from the military, and had been more of a gentleman to her than most of her clients ever were. Perhaps he was just too busy battling his own demons to bother with seeking out new relationships, but either way the two had hit things off right. Once he ran into her at their local gym and realized how much of a fitness buff she was - they started working out together regularly. Though with the move this past week, neither of them had met up for their usual weekly routine. Assuming the race went somewhat normally and she seemed lively enough after - he planned on seeing if she was up for going on a run after they got back.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason would go with or without her. He could never last more than a week between a run or workout without getting extremely irritable and it had already been several days. He didn't mind running alone, but he preferred the company; it kept his mind off the past - which usually led to trouble more often than not. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He took another drink from his beer and looked back towards the pool at Star and Demi, <strong>"Pretty soon you're going to have a whole new outfit Demi!"</strong> he shot out with a laugh. Those two were just crazy. Crazy, but thoroughly entertaining at the same time. When they were at the top of their game, he couldn't keep up with either one of them - at least off the track anyways.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason glanced over at his Subaru, tempted to pop the hood and get to work - but he still had a beer to finish. He took another drink before commenting in Jules direction, <strong>"You're not getting any winnings if you can't get around Marc tonight - he looks focused today."</strong> Jason didn't know Marcellus all that well, but he definitely seemed different today, sharper... hungry to win. That was another benefit of this group they'd assembled - beyond the obvious perks of saving money and collaborating on their passion for racing - there were plenty of healthy rivalries brewing. Those just might do more for them than any extra money or advice ever could. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was nothing better at demanding excellence than competition - and this group had plenty of hungry talent.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 06:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Grill to Patio table <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Table to pool side<br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Clint was finishing off his plate of food when some began to split. One went into the garage another into the house, he simply finished up before he moved to toss some trash out and do a quick clean up before the tops came off. Clint began to laugh as others left the pool. "Am I the only one that is not going to run away from the tits? Granted Star is an ornery type but ya'll shall be fine if you keep your distance." He grinned as he grabbed himself a fresh beer and walked towards the pool. <br><br>He was still in his jeans and work boots so he was not about to jump in unless it was nude, but he also was in need of a good shower so he would end up just enjoying the show. "I provided dinner, you ladies put on the show." Clint suggested as he took a seat on one of the lawn chairs in the shade. He lifted a beer to the two ladies and smiled. "Star,&nbsp; &nbsp;you got something in your hair." Clint lied in an attempt to get her to give him a peek. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 00:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Wearing a little red bikini and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/about).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Open, Star, moving to join the Patio crew.<br><hr><br>Star squirmed as Demi moved in for the kiss. At first she couldn't seem to make up her mind if she was going to go with it or not but it was obvious that Star's body was saying yes. So, Demi kissed her long and deep. Star tasted like dinner and beer. Not a bad combination really, she thought she could detect a hint of mint too. It didn't matter, Demi enjoyed it almost too much, she almost forgot to pull off the Zombiekini but in the end she succeeded.<br><br><em>"Fuck sakes, I can't believe you'd betray my trust like that. I thought we had something special," Star said dryly.</em><br><br>Demi laughed, <strong>"Oh, you know I love you... You're my girl. Besides, look at those sweater puppies. You should show those off more often. Right now is a good time to start...."</strong> There was a slight pause as Demi prepared to spring herself backwards, her hand flicked the Zombiekini over her shoulder and off towards the direction of the patio. It landed with a wet plop, she hoped it had hit one of the boys. <br><br>Demi hurled herself into a backstroke. <strong>"BOOBS!"</strong> Demi yelled to catch people's attention as she began swimming backwards. Her strokes were strong and fast as she made her way across the pool. She was headed in the direction of the patio and the stairs to get out. She came up short and landed right beside the stairs. With a swift hop she grabbed the edge and turned around plopping her bottom down on the side of the pool. Her long dark tanned legs drawing up beside her out of the pool. She was still giggling as she watched Star.<br><br>From the side of the pool she could now hear all the people on the patio, hear the music and smell the food. Drawing herself up, she walked up to join them. Demi walked with poise and refinement, she was a Beverly Hills Prep school girl by birth. She had learned all of the refinements of being a lady but in a Hollywood setting, that meant strutting like a model. With perfect straight back, confident steps, and a cat like grace she ascended the steps and made her way over to Adriano and gave his shoulder a friendly little bump with her hip. <strong>"Hey hey, everyone. What's up,"</strong> she said with a smirk on her face as if nothing at all had just happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:18:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Adriano, Jason, Demi, open<hr><br>Justifying Adriano's quip about the hammock wouldn't do either him nor Juliana any good, so she simply sipped away at her drink, paying him no mind. There may have been a smug little smile just before the glass touched her lips but other than that, nada. The ruse didn't have to last very long, thankfully, as the two girls in the pool made enough of a distraction that Juliana didn't have to think heavily on what she would have to do or say next should someone come at her with something remotely clever. Jason ruined all of that, however, with his own little addition to the conversation. <br><br>"<strong>As if he would settle for you, Jason! He's a renowned snuggler of breasts.</strong>" Sad, somewhat, but only the truth. Mr. Muffles was just more fond of female companionship, it seemed, until he got bored of them and began to wander.<br><br>"<strong>Ehh, Marc is always like that, though. Race day. Legs day. Call of Duty day. Doesn't matter. He's always 'in the zone.'</strong>" Juliana accompanied the last part with wiggling fingers, perhaps mixing up being incredibly focused with being incredibly spooky. Either way, it was an endearing gesture. <br><br>Suddenly, BOOBS! Almost. It was actually just her roommate's bikini top being hurled from the pool to the patio. Juliana gasped as soon as it landed, immediately recognizing what it was and who it belonged to and she went right for it. She gently wrung it out after picking it up (whether off of someone's head or the patio floor, who knew?), making it easier to hurl back into the pool in Star's general direction. As much as Juliana liked jokes and pranks, she was set in her ways about seeing her roommate topless on even terms. Or by complete accident. Locks on doors tended to be forgotten when you least want them to.<br><br>Satisfied with her heroism, Juliana brushed her hands together to pump her self up a little bit in front of everyone else. No good deed is worth it unless someone saw it. "<strong>Hey Demi,</strong>" she said with her typical upbeat tone. "<strong>Didja eat yet? Clint, as usual, overdid it and made a fancy feast for thousands.</strong>" That could very well be hyperbole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 19:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Half of a bikini<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool -&gt; Pool side<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint<br><br><hr><br>"Fuck off, you're <em>ornery</em>!" Star fired back at Clint, having no idea what it actually meant, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't a compliment. She didn't fall for Clint's little ruse though, instead managing to give him two middle fingers while still keeping her nipples and part of her breasts covered. Had Star been a few drinks further along, there was a good chance that she'd have given everyone more of a show, but right now it wasn't the case.<br><br>Turning her back to Clint and everyone else, she casually put her top which Jules and had tossed into the pool back on before climbing up the stairs and out of the water. The sun's warmth felt really pleasant against her skin, contrasting the coolness of the water as it dried her off, so she decided to bask in it a little while longer before heading inside to get ready for the race. She found a nice looking spot on the grass near where Clint was standing and laid down on her back, squinting slightly as the sunlight beat down into her eyes.<br><br>"I'll show you if you win tonight," Star said, casually putting her hands on the sides of her boobs and squishing them together slightly to make them seem larger and more enticing, "But you gotta give me something if I win." She couldn't really help herself, she loved making wagers and upping the stakes, especially against Clint since he still help a winning record over her after all of those beatings that he gave her at pool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 22:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Demi, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano almost thought that Juliana hadn't heard his little taunt at all. But she also seemed to be ignoring him. When she took a sip of her drink, though, Adriano saw that little curl of her lips that betrayed the effect his taunt had. He grinned and took a long sip of his own drink, taking her lack of response as a victory, even if only a small one. His mouth was still full of drink when Blake walked by, so he gave her a little wave as she walked by to take a nap. She was the most reclusive of the girls, which wasn't hard given the display that had just happened in the pool, but Adriano probably knew her the least well out of the whole house. All he thought about her being quiet went away though, when he saw how intense she was when it came race-time. But he supposed so were the rest of them, with their own quirks and pre-race rituals.<br><br>Demi finally came to join them for food, as if she had just spent another day at the park, which it probably was like for her. He made sure to hold on his drink as she gave him a friendly bump, but made sure to return the favor by landing a small but sharp slap on her ass as she walked past him. "Done causing trouble yet, Demi?" he said, though he knew the answer to that was always negative.<br><br>He chuckled at Star's reaction to Clint, though he would've expected no less out of her. As she made her wager with Clint, though, Adriano frowned. "Hey, if everyone's going to bet on this race, then I want in!" Demi and Jason already had their little wager, and Adriano was feeling a little left out, especially since bets were so much fun. He saw Juliana sitting back down after doing her good deed, which he of course didn't acknowledge, and thought that no good deed should go unpunished. "Hey Jules, how about a wager? You can back all your talk up with a little betting. I want a hammock if I win." he said, making it clear that his terms were set, and that she could name her own terms as she wanted, which he was eagerly awaiting to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 15:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shirtless, Black Basketball Shorts and Nike Flip Flops<br><strong>Location</strong>: Across the street from the house where his car is parked<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br><hr><br>Marcellus put his plate on top of his car and sat the beer on the ground beside the driver side door as he made his way around to the trunk and inserted his key into the keyhole then turned it to open the trunk. He liked to travel light so there were only a flashlight, a quart of oil, some anti-freeze and jumper cables in his trunk apart from the spare and jack. Many days he considered pulling the spare out so that his car would be lighter but, being a daily driver, he would hate to get stuck out on the road somewhere with a flat and have to call his insurance for a tow truck and the last thing he needed was higher insurance. Of course, calling one of his roommates for assistance was a choice too but, everyone’s schedule was so hectic that there was no telling where people would be at any given time. Plus, Marcellus hated relying on other people when he didn’t have to.<br><br>Marc left the trunk open, he had to put the flashlight back eventually, and went to open his driver side door so that he could pop the hood. As he swung the door open to do so, he heard the familiar clank of bottle against door and then bottle against asphalt. <strong>“Fucking shit..”</strong> He muttered to himself as he pulled the little black lever that would release the hood of his car with a small thud. When Marcellus brought his head back around he looked down and saw, to his disappointment, that he had cracked the top of the bottle. He decided that it was probably for the best that he stop drinking anyway since he had a tendency to get carried away when alcohol became involved. He would move the bottle, and any glass that he could see, out of the street to be taken in the house later. He jumped inside of his car and quickly started the engine which roared to life, thanks to his modified exhaust system, but settled down into a nice, smooth purr.<br><br>Marcellus moved to the front of his car and felt under the hood for the little lever that would release the latch all the way, so that he could open his hood and prop it. A small grin played on his face as he looked down in the engine bay at his H22A4, the holy grail on ‘90s Honda Engines or at least Marc thought so. A click of the flashlight enabled the powerful, focused beam to be used to scan around for anything that was out of place. As he looked over his engine, his mind roamed back to how fortunate he had been this far on his journey to build an engine. He had put a good amount of money, considering he was a struggling college student, into the engine. He also lucked up on a couple hookups over the years which helped considerably. Intake, Exhaust, Headers, and a solid pair of coilovers that he pulled off a wrecked Acccord and modified along with little things like high performance sparks and wires gave the little Prelude a boost from its original 200hp set up and made Marc confident, when it came to racing others in his class.<br><br>The announcement of the arrival of boobs by Demi, he thought it was Demi anyway, broke his concentration from surveying the engine. A part of him was upset that he was potentially missing out on a show but staying focused now would give him an edge later. So instead of heading back inside, he looked in his glove box and pulled out a tire gauge so that he could check tire pressure before he put all that stress on them tonight. Marcellus needed everything to go well tonight, this day off would hurt his pocket and he had to find some extra money if he wanted to pay rent on time this month.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 22:58:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black runners compression shorts (http://www.essentialapparel.com/images/detailed/1216683_large_black-model-front.jpg), black sports bra (http://saltyliquid.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/PivotSportsBraBLK1.jpg), and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/products/29-leadville).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -&gt; Bedroom -&gt; Driveway<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Clint -&gt; Blake -&gt; Marcellus<br><hr><br><em>"Hey Demi," Jules said with her typical upbeat tone. "Didja eat yet? Clint, as usual, overdid it and made a fancy feast for thousands."</em> <br><br>Demi said, <strong>"I had a salad earlier, I'm good. Besides, I like eating and drinking after I race."</strong> Which by eating and drinking she was of course referring to partying her brains out, getting late night munchies, raiding the fridge or some all night diner, and then hooking up with some complete stranger... or not so stranger - whichever opportunity first presented itself. She just smiled.<br><br>Stepping back off the patio Demi did a few minor stretches. She put one leg up on the patio then bent over to rest her chin on her leg to let it stretch out a moment, doing both. Then she followed with a few bent over toe grabs and looked around. <br><br>Her eyes fell on Clint drooling over Star by the pool. <strong>"Hey Cowboy, almost forgot you were over there. Wanna go for a run with me? If you want to come I'll be out in the parking lot in like five." </strong> She leaped back up on the patio and took off for her room.<br><br>Quietly, Demi opened the door so as not to wake the resting Blake. Blake was all curled up in her bed with the shades drawn so Demi tiptoed around. She turned her back to the resting woman and carefully removed her wet red bikini. The wet cloth clung to her skin and the warm air felt good once she was able to get it off. The bikini dropped the floor with a wet plop, she carelessly kicked the wet red mess over by her wardrobe. Demi was a slob like that. Then she bent over to grab a towel off the floor, it looked clean enough to her. She gave it a quick sniff then patted herself dry. Her running clothes were always clean and neatly folded on top of her wardrobe, there were several sets and all used often. She squeezed into a sleek pair of black compression shorts, sports bra, and back into her Luna running sandals.<br><br><strong>"Psst... Blake. If you're up, I'm going for a run. I'll be out in the drive, meet me in five if you wanna come."</strong> Demi half whispered it to Blake as she quietly slipped back out of the room. She didn't actually expect her to come, she never did before but you never know - today might be the day that she decided to join. The door closed with a little click.<br><br>From the room Demi made her way out the front of the house then to the driveway. Marcellus was all bent over his car working.&nbsp; It was hard not to stop and admire the view, she bit her lip when he bent over. <em>Yes please</em>, she thought and crept up behind him. Carefully tip toeing to try not to let him know she was there. Then she attempted to slip her hands around to cover his eyes.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 09:13:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Grill to Patio table <br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Table to pool side<br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>"Don't make me ornery....you don't want to see me when I'm ornery." Clint teased, perhaps his Hulk reference was lost among his roommates but he enjoyed it. He was not sure where Star's sudden modesty surfaced but there would be other days. <br><br>He turned towards Demi and shook his head. "No thanks darling. I just ate an entire steer...I need to let him settle." Clint patted his belly with a satisfied smile. <br><br>By the time he looked back towards Star, she was already laying on the grass and pushing her tits together. He began to laugh, moving out of his seat to straddle her stomach. "If that is all you want, you just have to ask." Clint offered himself playfully, winking down at her but prepared for the worse. "Name your stakes but only if you are willing to match it, don't go writing checks that tattooed little ass can't cash." He warned before he took a drink, not bothering to roll off of her...yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 19:26:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)</strong><br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Blake and Demi's Bedroom.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, Jason, Open.<br><hr><br>Blake closed the bedroom door behind her and gave a sigh of relief; it was always good to be alone after a busy shift. While she did enjoy most of the company in the house, she was always one to enjoy her solitude whenever she could get it. Blake didn't bother changing from her work clothes; she'd wash them later or tomorrow, since she wasn't working at all the next day. Lowering the pumps into her hands onto the ground in front of her wardrobe along with her bag, she shuffled over towards the bed and flopped onto it, back first. Stretching her arms above her head, the woman let a yawn escape her lips before she pulled the pillow down under her head, curled up onto her side and finally closed her eyes. She was comfortable, but even as her eyes felt heavy and impossible to open, Blake didn't fall to the sleep that beckoned her. <br><br>When the door clicked open, Blake shifted, her knee's curling closer to her stomach and her eyes opened ever so slightly though it was probably impossible for Demi to see with her back to the girl who'd just entered. She heard the bikini fall to the floor, but again, she didn't turn or speak to the woman. Her deep eyes stared at the wall ahead, hands curled up to her face, half under her pillow as she waited for Demi to leave. When the other whispered to her, Blake blinked and shifted, lifting her head to glance over her shoulder slightly at her roommate. Blake was definitely contemplating taking the girl up on her offer of a run as she left the room and it took her a moment before deciding. Blake sat up, her legs crossed as she gave another stretch, arching her back deeply to reap more satisfaction from the movement. <em>Why not?</em> Sliding from the bed, Blake's hands moved to the bottom of her T-shirt and she rolled the tight material over her tanned flesh before discarding it onto the bed along with her shorts. Her hands then went for her bra, unclipping the item before dropping it once more onto her work clothes. She kept an arm over her breasts as if to hide them from anyone who might be watching her and made her way over towards her drawers, pulling out a simple red sports bra with a black tick at the centre (http://media.getthelabel.com/pws/images/catalogue/products/419414635/large/419414635_red.jpg) of the material. She pulled it over herself and then adjusted it for comfort, her hands lowering to search for something else. She pulled out a pair of plain, three quarter length, black leggings which she pulled up her legs quickly. The leggings showed off her tight figure and her calves and thighs were a littler thicker than the average woman, containing a little more muscle; her bum was also nothing to complain about. Lastly, Blake shoved on a baggy vest top made of a see through black material; it showed her sports bra through the material and the open sides, as well as her toned stomach and her many tattoo's and belly button piercing. The brunette slipped on some white trainer socks and a pair of red and black Sketchers. (http://linx4.com/m/53500rdbk-gallery.jpg) Turning to the dresser, Blake rushed to brush her hair before pulled it up out of her face, secruing it with hair ties into a high ponytail; the ends still managed to brush her shoulder blades. She quickly threw on her sunglasses (http://www.wholesalescout.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/wholesale-sunglasses.png) and checked herself out in the mirror very briefly.<br><br>Blake made some final adjustments to her outfit before heading out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her. A good run was definitely what she needed. Stepping into the kitchen, Blake grabbed her black water bottle from one of the cupboards and began to fill it from the water filter they kept in the fridge. Her dark eyes moved to glance out into the backyard where everyone was still partying it up and she thought about asking Jason if he wanted to join her on a run. Just as the thought of him entered her mind she felt something wet and cold on her hand and instantly pulled away from the bottle, hissing with a deep frown. She'd filled it too much and water had began spilling out. <strong>"Fucks sake. Fucking bitch...Fuck."</strong> The brunette grumbled to herself as she grabbed a cloth and cleaned up the mess, taking a mouthful from the bottle so as not to waste the water. Securing the lid back in place and returning the filter to it's place in the fridge, Blake took another glance out of the window at the group before turning towards the front door. Once she'd reached the centre of the living room she turned once again and made her way to the back door, her sunglasses protecting her from the sudden bright light that would have blinded her. <strong>"I'm going on a run with Demi. If anyone wants to come....well, just hurry your ass up."</strong> She gave Jason a quick glass, obviously directing it towards him even though she hadn't mentioned his name, and then span to leave, her hair flaring out wildly as she did so.<br><br>It didn't take her long to get outside again and her eyes spotted Demi from where she was in front of the door. She stopped on a slight angle, watching her 'play' with Marcellus so casually; she was a little envious. Clearing her throat, Blake took a few steps away from the door and towards them both, her footsteps more than enough to let them both know someone was on their way over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 02:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Sneakers, shorts, &amp; a smile.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio &gt; His Bedroom &gt; Front Driveway<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open. <strong>Blake.</strong> Demi, Marc<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason was just sitting at the patio table enjoying watching his housemates interact with each other. There was some friendly pranking, banter, and crap-talking going on - which was to be expected on a race-day. Perhaps on any given day with this particular crowd. There were so many different personalities - as well as a few similar ones. The whole mix created an interesting array of individuals, yet at the same time they all had something big in common that tied them all together.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was pulled slightly out of observation mode when Demi invited Clint for a run. It was like she'd somehow been reading his mind and done it on purpose just to tease him. Okay, probably not - but it was a fun thought anyways. Though she definitely seemed like that kind of person who could always get right under someone's skin whenever she wanted to - both in a good way and a bad way. She just had a knack for it - something Jason definitely did <em>not </em>have.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Those thoughts drifted away as Jason stared back at his Subaru. He definitely wanted to tune a few things up - and it seemed like the party was sort of winding down a bit. Everyone had eaten, socialized a little bit - and the fact that it was a race night meant everyone probably had their own pre-race routine that was getting neglected. Jason's pregame was a physical workout - whether that meant taking a wrench to his engine and wrestling apart a few things for inspection, or physically working out at the gym - he had to do something. His thoughts tended to float away on him if he didn't stay focused.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If he was going to work on his car - he'd at least need to get dressed again to do so. He figured the other men at the house would appreciate that. So he stood up and started heading for the back door. He was about to turn and let the other's know he was gonna grab some clothes and then get to work on his car; until Blake popped out and extended the invitation to go work out.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Instantly it felt like that was the perfect solution to calm his pre-race jitters and keep him fully on his game. It also helped that she sent a glance his way specifically, before spinning off to get ready. That made the idea even more compelling. Blake was fun, she was insightful, and they just had a ton in common. The two hadn't shared a single bad memory together that he'd known of; and for some reason she just seemed to <em>get</em> him. At least, in his opinion. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Even as she disappeared back through the door he called after her. <strong>"I'll throw on some shorts and be out there in a sec."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He hurried to his room, which was conveniently the closest one to the back door, and pulled a pair of running shorts from the closet as well as a pair of athletic-styled boxer briefs. He slid off his current boxers - the only item of clothing he had been wearing, courtesy of Demi - and pulled on the briefs and then the shorts while he scanned the floor for his running shoes. They were right underneath the foot of his bed, where he kept all his shoes. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason and Adriano's room was one of the cleanest and neatest rooms in the house - as they both had pretty good housekeeping habits. Any dirty laundry always went to his laundry basket, and the clothes he could wear again he'd lay in small stack on the foot of his bed. So the floor was open and clear most always - even in their bathroom.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't waste any time throwing on a pair of grey ankle socks before slipping into and tying his white new balance tennies - which somewhat matched his white and blue running shorts. They hung low on his hips and were loose and comfortable; he didn't bother grabbing a shirt - as it was still relatively warm out. Plus it was always good to keep the tan up. He wasn't extremely dark, but he tanned pretty well for a white guy. He only had a couple of tattoos that showed: the constellation of Draco was on his left shoulder blade - it's tale tracing down his left tricep a little, then on his right shoulder he had a medieval looking sword with one word down it's blade - 'Fidelis', which was Latin for 'Faithful'. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After he finished up his second set of laces he hurried out the bedroom and out the front door to catch up with Demi and Blake. <strong>"Awesome. You guys totally read my mind."</strong> Jason said as he bounced down the couple of front steps to the driveway. He immediately bent over and started stretching his hamstrings - not wanting to hold the girls up any longer than he had to. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was clear the shape he'd gotten to in the military had never left - he'd kept up on it extremely well, even improved on it maybe. He wasn't overly muscular, yet he wasn't totally lean and skinny either. He was just strong, fit, and healthy - mostly from running, martial arts, and cross-training. There wasn't any part of him that seemed out of proportion for a guy his height and build. He looked up at the girls while he stood up, lifted one leg and grasped his ankle to start stretching one of his quads. <strong>"Which way we headed today?"</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 05:50:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Adriano<hr><br>Juliana looked around quizzically as the group started to split off and do their own thing. Most of them were going to go running, which she loves to do but never so much in a little pack. It was more of a thing she did on her own to gather her thoughts, listen to music which turned her exercise into a goofy looking dance party sometimes and just get away. She was a fan of a different kind of physical activity before races, though, with current living circumstances, it was hard to get alone time... unless she jogged into the middle of nowhere...<br><br>Shaking her head to get rid of that dazed look on her face, Juliana turned her attention back to Adriano after he proposed another bet to match the one that Star was making with Clint. A hammock did seem rather tame in comparison but damn, it was a hammock! "<strong>Alright then, Adriano. A hammock.</strong>" She stuck out her hand to shake on the matter leaving it there for only a second or so before withdrawing it. "<strong>No, actually, that does seem pretty boring. Okay, how about we get a hammock either way, because they're frickin' awesome, and the loser gets to christen it by laying naked in it! Pictures and everything. Evidence!</strong>" Pleased with her addition, she extended her hand out once again, with a far more mischievous grin on her face than the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 07:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool side<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Jules<br><br><hr><br>Star hadn't really expected Clint to just climb on top of her out of the blue like that, but she didn't mind, so she was fine with just going with it. She'd always been one to enjoy playing with fire, not to mention that she could likely give even Demi a run for her money in the flirting department, so she was usually down to play. Plus, it was fun in a slightly different way with Clint, because everything was always a challenge or competition with them.<br><br>Shutting her eyes and releasing her boobs so that they parted and fell back into their natural position, Star casually rested her hands on Clint's thighs instead, about midway up. "Okay, new deal, since Jules just fucking upstaged us!" she said loud enough for her roommate to hear, obviously having overheard the conversation between her and Adriano. "If I place higher...hmmm...you have to wear those cowboy pants, you know, the ones with no crotch? <em>Just</em> the pants. And you have to wear them to go buy us beer from the corner store. Oh, and you have to pay, too."<br><br>Star opened one of her eyes to look up at Clint, feeling pretty satisfied with the potential reward that she'd just suggested. It would be pretty delicious, so she figured that it was only fair to let her opponent pick something equally juicy just in case she didn't come out on top - which was inconceivable, really. "What do you want to match that? I'll do whatever, I'm not scared of you!." Fighting words, as usual. She was pretty curious to hear what Clint would come up with, he was definitely more devious than you'd expect when thinking of some <em>good ol' southern boy</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>agentlemanwithadream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 15:30:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shirtless, Black Basketball Shorts, Nike Flip Flops<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside, working on car<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi, Blake, Jason<br><hr><br>Marcellus had made his way around the car and checked all the pressure of the tires, which were all perfect and had pulled the second of four spark plugs out of the engine for inspection when two small hands slipped up around his face and covered his eyes. Marc’s heart jumped a little as he had been caught completely off guard because of his focus on his vehicle. He stood up to his full height as a smirk ran across his lips. <strong>“Weeelllll…”</strong> He started, dragging his words out of dramatic effect, <strong>“I'm assuming that it’s time to play guess who.”</strong> His hands came up to touch hers, hoping that it would give him some sort of idea who was covering his face. They were soft, it was the first thing he noticed, his fingers traveled down to her wrist and up her arms as far as the awkward positioning of his arms would allow.<br><br>He decided that it would be almost impossible to pick out who was who from this position although, if he thought about it at the time, the height difference between Demi and the others might have narrowed it down a bit or at least took Blake out of the choices. Marcellus spun around quickly and reached out to grab his attacker by the waist before she might be able to run away. Marc’s face slid into a sneaky, almost devilish smile when he realized Demi was the one who had covered his eyes. He pulled her in a little closer, his eyes locking with her blue hues. His mind couldn’t help but shift back to the night he first met Demi and how Star put him on with her, for a while, his focus left the race that was coming up. <strong>“Keep on putting your hands on me,”</strong> He warned her jokingly as he let her go, <strong>“You might unleash the beast, girl.” </strong>Marcellus laughed at his own foolishness and eyed Demi’s outfit guessing that she was probably going on a jog or something and his suspicions were confirmed when Blake showed up in similar attire. He couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been watching them or if she had been a part of it the whole time. Either way, he gave her a little wave before turning back toward his open engine bay, <strong>“How was your nap?” </strong>He asked over his shoulder before returning the spark plug to its correct location. Then, he heard Jason's voice and peaked back over his shoulder again, seemed like this was a roommate jog, hopefully, he didn't get invited because exercising before a race always made him feel slow. He needed the adrenaline and built up energy, he felt like it made him perform better. Marcellus took a post race romp in the sheets to a pre-race workout any day, not that he couldn't do both. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 15:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano watched as several of the others went off on a run. That was normally his thing, except he liked doing it at the location of the race, right before getting into his car. It was a weird quirk of his. He turned his attention back to Juliana, though, as they left. She seemed a little dazed, and Adriano wasn't quite sure if she was going to reject him or not. But of course, then she responded, with even higher stakes. He would've expected no less out of anyone in this house, which was actually quite a good thing, he thought.<br><br>A devilish smile played on his lips as he heard the full stakes. "Sounds like you have a fucking bet right there, Jules." Adriano said with a chuckle, as he shook her hand without a second of doubt. After all, he wanted to seem more confident, at any rate. "The winner gets to take the pictures, too." he added, just to be sure. "No better evidence than seeing it first-hand, right?" he said, as he gave her hand a shake. He smiled as he heard Star up her stakes with Clint, satisfied that their bet was wild enough to make Star think she was upstaged. Which she was, given that a hammock was in theirs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 18:27:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)</strong><br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> 3/4 length Leggings, Nike Sports Bra, Baggy vest top and red and black trainers. Complete with sunglasses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Blake and Demi's Bedroom.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, Jason, Marcellus, Open.<br><hr><br>Blake stopped a few feet away from Demi and Marc, keeping a safe distance so as not to get dragged into anything by the bombshell she called her roommate. The short girl bounced from foot to foot, testing her balance while her arms moved up to her sides, hands clenched into fists. She then jumped her feet apart to stretch out her sides, leaning over to one side with one hand at her hip while the other stretched over her head. She repeated the movement on the other side as well. Upon hearing commotion behind her, she turned to look over her shoulder ever so slightly to catch Jason in a simple pair of shorts. She watched him for a second, maybe a second she should have spent stretching some more, and quickly turned her eyes back to Marc who'd given her a little wave. Her lips pulled into a small smile as she gave him a nod of greeting, lifting one leg behind her, pulling it with both hands to her rump, toes pointed out of habit. <br><br><strong>"I didn't really sleep, maybe about five minutes? Demi came in and mentioned she was going for a run so I thought I'd get in on the action."</strong> Blake lowered her foot to the ground, pulling it up in front of her briefly before repeating with the other leg. <strong>"Thanks for asking."</strong> Again, she gave him another small smile as she lowered her foot to the ground and crossed her arms lightly over her chest, one hip jutting out to the side to give her a more feminine stance. Blake turned her head a little to look at Jason who was just beside her when he asked which route they were going to take and she gave a quick glance at Demi. <strong>"I guess we'll just take a short run. I'm thinking people want to get back to check on their cars and stuff."</strong> Everyone had their last minute checks to do and Blake wasn't one to miss them, though she probably wouldn't look over it too thoroughly as she didn't want to seem too paranoid about the race. It was safe to say she currently had a brilliant pokerface, though she couldn't tell how long that would last.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 21:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: By pool on the grass<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Clint made himself comfortable on top of Star, even daring to roll his hips in that slow controlled motion just to fuck with her. He had learned from past dealings with her that she was quick to make a bet or take up a challenge. It was a shame that Star did not "like" him much after he hustled her at the bar and their friendship became highly competitive. <br><br>"And my hat, we can't forget the hat darling." Clint smiled and tipped it her way as she upped the bet which had him thinking as he stared down at her chest.<strong> "If I place higher..." </strong>He began.<strong> "You are going to cook breakfast for me every Sunday for a month....wearing nothing but high heels and a smile." </strong> Clint made his counter offer as he slid a hand up her body until he stole a grope. <strong>"Deal?" </strong>He asked as he pushed the top off to get a peek at her tits! Clint was ready to roll off of her and run in case Star decided to come up swinging! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 00:24:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool side<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint<br><br><hr><br>Star could only guess that Clint was feeling more horny than <em>ornery</em> by the way that he was grinding on top of her, and annoyingly enough he was making her feel that way too. That combined with their discussion about the bet had her imagining the scene where she was cooking naked in the kitchen until Clint came in and they had angry sex, breaking everything. The hand subtly creeping up her side to cop a feel on one of her breasts didn't exactly help her to snap out of it, and by the time that she'd come back to reality, it was too late for Star to stop Clint from sliding her top up.<br><br>She wasn't sure that she wanted to, anyways. This was just another game, whoever ended up getting the most horny and ultimately frustrated would be the loser, and Star wasn't above flashing some skin to maken sure that wasn't her.<br><br>"Fuck no, not a month!" she adamantly declined Clint's deal as she lightly swatted his hand away. Instead of pulling her top back down into place immediately, Star took her time, arching her body a bit to push her chest up and letting out a little sigh that sounded pretty close to a moan. "<em>One</em> Sunday," she countered, finally tugging her bikini top down to cover her tits, but not before purposely brushing her fingers against her semi-erect nipples. "And stop cheating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>26-08-2013, 19:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Patio, kitchen and back again<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Adriano<hr><br>"<strong>Oh! I thought that was a given,</strong>" Juliana replied, as cheery as ever to Adriano mentioning that the winner take the pictures. "<strong>I was kind of under the impression it would be a private show.</strong>" It wasn't often that the girl was ever really feisty but given the nature of her company and perhaps the competitive undertone between them all, it was beginning to come out of her. <br><br>The sips at her margarita turned to full on gulps as the drink was starting to warm up. She placed the glass down on the patio table with a bit of conviction to show that she had finished off the tasty beverage. "<strong>Guh. Guess we better clean up the food before everyone forgets to and we start racing, mm?</strong>" Juliana shimmied her chair away from the table so she could stand up. She walked from her spot to the part of the table that held the number of aluminum trays that held the food and started to carry them in. "<strong>You're helping, Adriano!</strong>" was the last thing she said to the Italian before disappearing into the kitchen.<br><br>The good thing about having this barbecue so close to moving in was that the fridge didn't have much time to get filled up with junk, leaving plenty of room for the leftover feast. She covered the tray of burgers and dogs that she had brought in with foil before stuffing them in the fridge. The cool air was a slight relief from the heat of the outdoors, giving Juliana more reason to stand by the appliance, bent over at the waist, for a little bit longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 09:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano was a little surprised that Juliana was being a little more competitive than he had thought her to be, but he should've foreseen that, and it was a pleasant surprise, as far as surprises go. "A private show, I like it! Deal is on." he said, as he gave her hand a final shake before letting it go. He noticed her gulping her drink down quickly a little later, and downed his own drink, placing it down on the table with a clink right after she did, almost as a sort of way to seal the deal.<br><br>He was looking over at her when she got up and started cleaning up, calling him to do it too. "Fine, fine. Who else is going to do it after all. Those kids are wrestling in the grass and the rest are off on a romantic stroll." he said, as he grabbed a few more trays and brought them in a few seconds behind Juliana.<br><br>He entered the kitchen to Juliana finishing wrapping up some trays, so he went about wrapping the trays he had brought, which was all of the vegetables that were left. As he turned to the refrigerator, though, he noticed Juliana bending over perhaps a little longer than necessary. He wasn't sure if that was just her, or if she was enticing him as a part of the deal they had just made. In any case, Adriano went right up behind her and leaned over her to put his trays in a higher row on the fridge, as his hips brushed against rear slightly, giving it a bump. "Oh don't mind me, take your time." he said with a slight chuckle, as he went back outside to grab the remaining things, which were just a few glasses and condiment bottles, which he brought back into the kitchen rather quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 23:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Demi Etherson</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:&nbsp; Black runners compression shorts (http://www.essentialapparel.com/images/detailed/1216683_large_black-model-front.jpg), black sports bra (http://saltyliquid.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/PivotSportsBraBLK1.jpg), and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/products/29-leadville).<br><strong>Location</strong>: Driveway<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Jason, Blake, Marcellus<br><hr><br>Demi gave Jason a smile when he joined them and was glad to see Blake coming along. Marcellus' innuendo made her smile too. For that she gave Marcellus a wink and said to him, <strong>"Maybe I'll catch you when I get back."</strong> Her head was turned towards him, away from the others, and she put her tongue in her cheek then pushed it a couple times as she also made a motion with her hand. The motion held lewd connotations. Although she most likely wouldn't make back in time for any naughty fun times. Demi was prone to zoning out when running so she'd most likely barely make it back in time.<br><br>Demi was a runner. Not an ordinary runner, she was a trail runner but more precisely she did ultramarathons for fun. She could knock off a quick twenty miles and barely break a sweat. So it was that she tuned everything out. <br><br><strong>"Alright, I'm headed out to the park... I'll keep the pace slow for you all."</strong> Demi's voice seemed like an ethereal whisper in her own head as she spoke. She grinned then started off. <br><br>Her gait was short, unlike the wide over extending reach of a sprinter. The footfalls came fast and tight, the thin Luna Sandals letting her feel each loose stone on the pavement. Her foot contorted and flexed like a loaded spring as each forefoot grazed the concrete sidewalk. Born to run, fast, free, and alive. It felt this way when street racing too. Like something was natural about traveling fast, feeling the wind in the hair. It was bliss. Demi had tuned out the world and forgot her earlier words about taking it slow, if someone sprinted past her she would feel the instinct take over... It was a hunt and the desire to overtake everyone in front of her started to kick into overdrive. The footfalls took on a faster pace, the sidewalk was smooth so her gait widened out a bit. Her long dark blonde hair that had been loosely pulled back in a ponytail bounced around behind her, loose strands of hair blew back from her face. The sidewalk whizzed by under her feet and she felt light. <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 04:49:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shorts. Shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Driveway &gt; Edgewater Park<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Blake, Demi,</strong> Marc<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If it was anybody else, Jason would have taken Demi's remark about keeping a slower pace as a challenge. But this was Demi. He didn't know her well, but he knew her well enough to know she always had a double-edged comment on hand. He still hadn't figured out if she did it intentionally, or if it was just a habit of hers. He finished stretching out his upper legs and then quickly stretched his calves by pointing his toes up - one foot at a time - and bending down. It wasn't perfect, but then he wasn't planning on running his body to its significantly high limits. It was a quick stretch, and it would do for now.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason nodded at Blake when she mentioned a quick run, and getting back to work on their cars. Jason didn't have a ton of necessary tweaks he needed to make. Just a couple quick things. He could do them all in under an hour or two if he didn't get distracted. So yes, a quick run sounded like the best option for him. He twisted his hips a bit and worked his upper arms around just to loosen them slightly, while Demi said some parting words to Marc. Jason just gave him a short nod of acknowledgement. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Demi started them off, heading in the direction of the local park. As promised, she kept the pace nice and easy... for a little while. It had only been several minutes of jogging before the young woman's feet seemed to carry her away at a much quicker pace. Jason could have easily matched her pace with his long, full strides; but then he was never one to change his pace according to someone else. He just ran at whatever pace felt right. So as Demi continued to cruise on ahead, the distance between himself and her only got longer. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That wasn't a big deal. He hadn't really chosen to come along for the run to spend time with her. He'd come because he just had a bunch of tension he needed to get out. He didn't want all that to keep him from being able to totally focus on the race later tonight. So it was just a bit of stress relief. He'd gotten sent home from work today. They hadn't fired him, but it wasn't far away. If he made one more slip, he'd be out of a job yet again. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Aside from that, he also came to enjoy Blake's company. Even if all they did was run together, without a word or even a look in each other's direction; he'd be satisfied. Between the move, the upcoming race, work and everything else; the two hadn't even had a chance to work out together like they normally did. So even this short little run with her was nice. It was at least some return to normalcy for him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; They had already crossed into the park after about five minutes of running, and had gotten onto a bike trail that weaved its way around the large local park. There was a large pond in the center of the park and the path skirted the water for probably about a mile. Jason figured they'd just circle around it and head back, even if Demi - who was not even in shouting distance anymore - decided to stick around and run a few laps longer.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jason glanced over at Blake - who despite being significantly shorter than him, was keeping pace with his longer strides. He always wondered where her tiny little body got so much energy from. He enjoyed watching her exert herself. It was extremely attractive - and being so, he didn't hold his glance long. It wasn't awkward. She knew he found her attractive, but he wasn't the kind of guy that was just going to sit there and stare down her at her chest or ass all day. He appreciated her full form, the way she'd built her body, and the way it moved. It was graceful and powerful at the same time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Between breaths he finally spoke up, <strong>"Looks like Demi... got away from herself."</strong> He turned his head in Blake's direction before asking, <strong>"You ready to head back...?"</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 06:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: By pool on the grass<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Star <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>Clint let a smile spread across his face when Star did the opposite of what he expected by stretching and showing off her cute tits. If she expected a little flash to be enough to get him going she was barking up the wrong tree and Clint was about to make it clear. His hands remained in place despite her weak attempts to slap him away. "One....no no...I want two." Clint insisted, his hands cupped her breasts, making it harder for her to recover herself. His hips rolled slowly, giving her a little hint on what he could deliver if they ever did decide to fuck and get rid of all that sexual tension! "Two sunday breakfasts...deal?" He counter offered, the stipulation to their bet was just more fuel to their competitive natures. <br><br>Star would be unable to deny that she was turned on, her body had betrayed her but his own jeans were feeling a bit snug at that moment. His hands slowly slid away from her breast, the calloused skin of his hands sliding along the path of stars that ran down her body. "Me cheat....you have me all wrong darling, when have I ever cheated?" He asked with a little grin. "Ohh I like biscuits and gravy, I hope you can cook." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 18:28:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)</strong><br><strong>Car:</strong> 1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> 3/4 length Leggings, Nike Sports Bra, Baggy vest top and red and black trainers. Complete with sunglasses.<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the front of the house // Running towards the park.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Demi, Jason, Marcellus, Open.<br><hr><br>Blake raised an eyebrow at Demi's comment about 'keeping a slow pace for them.' She did see it as a challenge, but decided not to rise to it; she just needed to let of some steam and get out of the house for a while, that was all. Giving a small nod to her roommate, she parted her lips to speak. <strong>"Sounds good."</strong> She pushed up onto her toes for a moment, before lowering back onto her heels and then repeating the stretch. She quickly rolled her ankles as Demi took off, leading the run. <br><br>Blake spared a quick glance at Jason from the corner of her eyes, though it was probably hidden by her dark sunglasses. She took off running, though it was more of a light jog, following after her roommate quietly. She kept a steady pace, her dark eyes focused ahead of her as she let out a small sigh; the breeze felt great against her bare skin. Her tongue darted out briefly to wet her bottom lip and soon her lips were parted as she inhaled and exhaled in controlled breaths. Running and driving weren't so different in the respect that they were both one of her passions which shared a similar experience. Running, you could feel the breeze on your skin and go anywhere you wanted to go; driving was the same, just on a much grander scale. <br><br>Demi was quick, that was for sure, even though she'd said she'd take it slow, she still managed to get ahead of them with ease. Jason hadn't quickened to catch up, not that she really expected him too. Blake didn't think to speed up either, instead, she kept jogging besides her work out partner. Somehow, even comparing the difference in their heights, Blake managed to keep up with his longer strides; she did have to work a bit harder and run a bit faster, but she wasn't struggling to keep up like some others might. If she felt she was going to fast and pushing herself too hard, she would slow down. Whether Jason decided to slow or not was down to him.<br><br>When they entered the park Blake didn't bother to look around and instead headed straight for the bike trail. She remained quiet and focused, practically forgetting about everything else around her. Another thing she liked about running was that it gave her time to think, though that wasn't always the best thing for Blake. She was always one to dwell on things and over think things. All she could think about on this run was the race later that night.<br><br>Upon hearing Jason's voice, she was pulled from her thoughts and began to slow a little, her pants still controlled. She turned her head to look up at him, keeping a light jog as she spoke. <strong>"Yeah. She's pretty quick."</strong> With this acknowledgement, Blake turned to look the way Demi had advanced in. <strong>"Sure. Well head around the fountain then go back. Sound good?"</strong> She turned to Jason once again, continuing down the trail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 20:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Kitchen<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Adriano, Open<hr><br>Juliana shot up into a standing position when Adriano had snuck up behind her. It was more the surprise than the brief moment of contact that made her react that way but it did make her think about it as Adriano disappeared onto the patio to bring in more stuff. There wasn't any wonder that the two liked to flirt with each other. Hell, it was pretty much a pastime between all of the roommates anyway, considering how liberal everyone was around each other. Adriano was something a little different. Somehow. She really didn't want to think on it too much in case it made things weird.<br><br>With little else to do, Juliana made her way across the kitchen onto the counter space and leapt up to sit on it. She kicked either foot back and forth until Adriano came back from cleaning off the patio. "<strong>I asked for your help but you're doing all the work!</strong>" Juliana shot him a bright smile as he set things down in their places. "<strong>Maybe I'll let you have a maid's apron on when you're lying on the hammock.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 01:56:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Star Freyman</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool side -&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Juliana, Adriano<br><br><hr><br>Star was torn between watching to scratch Clint's eyeballs out wanting him to keep going, to keep touching her as the tension down between her legs steadily ramped up. "Fuck! Fine, two! I don't even care, I'm going to beat your ass anyways. So you can fucking eat mine." <br><br>Sitting up suddenly, she shoved him off of her and stood up, casually adjusting her top before striding into the house to get herself a cold glass of water with ice to cool down. It probably would have been fine, but she didn't want to risk any more alcohol before the race. It was like the one thing that she took really seriously.<br><br>Star made it to the kitchen just in time to catch the last thing that Juliana had said to Adriano, causing her to raise an eyebrow in amusement. She glanced at Adriano. "Hm. Didn't know you were into that." Then she went on about her business, finding a glass and using the ice dispenser on the fridge before filling it with water from the sink. "So is there like, some kind of hammock fetish that I don't know about or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 02:50:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tight-fitting red T-shirt and brown shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen<br><strong>Tag</strong>:&nbsp; Juliana, Star, Open<br><hr><br>Adriano came in with the last few trays and slid them into the fridge, noting where Juliana was. "Well if you weren't sitting here slacking off, I wouldn't be." he said, as he plopped down on a chair in the table, pretending to be exhausted from all the work. Adriano didn't really have a chance to respond to Juliana when Star came in at just the right time to catch that last bit, which she no doubt found amusing.<br><br>"Maybe she just has an apron fetish from thinking of you cooking breakfast." he responded, looking off to a corner as if he was trying to imagine it himself.. "Unfortunately you'll be cooking some of that greasy shit they eat in the South, given Clint's taste." he said, with a tone of partially mock sadness. "Next time I should make a bet to get you cook me dinner or something, that'd take far more effort, too. And I'll let you wear an apron!" he said to Star, before turning back to Juliana. "Hmm, she was awfully reluctant to go to your bedroom. Maybe she does have a thing for hammocks?" he said to Star, though he did flash a smile at Juliana for his jab at her, before he leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs and arms.<br><br>Adriano was a flirter himself, given his Italian background, but never had he been in such an incessantly flirty environment as this house. Whether that was for better or for worse though, remained to be seen. For now, Adriano simply enjoyed himself. And tried to get himself calmed and pumped for the race, at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>02-09-2013, 05:19:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shorts. Shoes.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Driveway &gt; Edgewater Park<br><strong>Tag</strong>: <strong>Blake,</strong> Open.<br><hr><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason nodded back to Blake once she responded. <strong>"Sounds great."</strong> He could have done a much longer run - and he knew Blake could have too; but they could always have a post race workout if they felt the need. Races wore on Jason mentally. He tended to over think things at times. It was a shame, because he had natural instincts and talent for it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; That hesitance to be himself had a lot to do with his past. Some of the best memories Jason had of Star's brother Chase were racing related; especially when his knowledgeable friend had begun teaching him the ins and outs of it. Jason hung on his every word - probably more than he should have. If he could just let it go and be himself he'd likely have been a lot more successful right now than he currently was.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Jason and Blake curved around the fountain and started on their way back, his mind drifted off a bit back to those days. All that was years from now, before he and Chase had ever signed up for the Marines. Their racing and reckless driving had gotten them into trouble with the law - which was part of the reason they'd signed up. It had been an alternative to community service and had kept them from starting a police record early on in life.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; They'd wrecked several cars, they'd won a handful of races. Chase was a phenomenal talent and had shot up through the ranks and gained no small amount of popularity here in the Tampa ring. Some people still remembered a couple of his races. He was so skilled for someone of his experience level - he was a pure technician. Jason was trying to be one too, and it was holding him back.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He came back out of his mess of thoughts and memories as they turned onto the street their house was on. Jason glanced over to Blake, still running hard next to him. It brought a smile to his face and sent the darker shadows in his mind scattering away. She was such a breath of fresh air. Everyone at the house was. It was the first time since Jason had gotten back that he'd been open minded to socializing more and turning a page in life to a new chapter. Everyone was enjoying the new setup so far, and the fun was contagious.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His short episode early today had been his first bad event in the last couple weeks - ever since they'd got this idea started up. That was a good thing. He'd be happy if they toned down a bit. He was tired of changing jobs. He was tired of drinking for all the wrong reasons. Most of all he was tired of his past haunting him. He planned on doing his best to keep things positive.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason slowed up his pace significantly when they were about a hundred yards from the house. He toned it down to a slow jog, and eventually a walk as he forced his body to wind down - it was used to pushing on a lot further, so he had to make it start the cooldown process. The last thing he wanted was to be sore or getting cramps in his legs during the race.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once they reached the house, Jason looked first to see if Marcellus was still out front working on his car, they'd been gone about a half hour. He twisted his hips a little and stretched out his major muscle groups briefly. He looked up at Blake while he was bent over stretching his hamstrings - a rare occurrence for him to be looking <em>up</em> at her, since he was so much taller.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The last time he'd been looking up at her... He blushed every so subtly and smiled as he remembered the time that one of their workouts had gotten quite extracurricular. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He hoped she didn't catch that slight expression. He spoke up, trying to paint a different reasoning for the look, if she'd noticed it at all: <strong>"Whew. That felt good. Glad to finally get active. It's all been work and moving lately. I really needed that."</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 02:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Clint Shaw</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br><strong>Location</strong>: Moving off to take a shower and get ready<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Star then fading out to the races <br><strong>Listening</strong>&nbsp; Star's random music mix<br><hr><br>"Deal." Clint smirked his hands were starting to slip between her breasts and about to move down her belly when she bucked him off. He rolled onto his back chuckling, casually propping his head with his hands as he saw her get up and fix her top before storming off. He whistled at her as she retreated before he turned his attention on his last beer. After it was gone, he took his time to roll onto his feet and hit the showers. Unlike those who wanted to run and sweat, he wanted a good clean and maybe a snooze on the couch before the race. <br><br><div align="center"><em>-fading out- </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Burnout: The House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 17:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops. THEN NOTHING!!!<br><strong>Location: </strong>Kitchen, bedroom<br><strong>Tags: </strong>Adriano, Star, Open<hr><br>Juliana shot her roommate a smile as she walked into the kitchen area, immediately busting up both her and Adriano for their bet and the banter there after. She said nothing about it, though, as she hopped off the counter and into the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. "<strong>I've got a few fetishes. None have anything to do with a hammock, sadly. On a hammock, however...</strong>" She shot a wink to those still in the kitchen before turning heel and into her shared bedroom.<br><br>The two girls thankfully got along well enough not to bother with dividing the room in half, having 'his and her' piles of stuff. Their room wasn't messy by any means but their things mingled in harmony and Juliana was happy to share it. Considering their fast friendship, she assumed that Star felt the same way. Rummaging between piles of not-so-dirty clothing and her closet, the half-Asian girl picked out the outfit she was going to wear to the races tonight and heated for the bathroom to take a shower. Juliana left the door wide open in case Star needed to get something or other.<br><br>With her outfit set on the counter, her latest one on the floor, Juliana stepped into the shower to rinse off the pool and the sun to get fresh for racing! That made you faster, right?
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