TLC (The Last Corner)

Lighthouse & Stadium Pre Race

1st September 2014, Darke County

Rockport city was up for a race this midnight. The noise of different engines and music rang through the streets, though this is common for Rockport even when there’s isn’t a race about to happen. Sirens weren’t missing yet they were not so loud and somewhere in the distance. With the sun out of the horizon, only the street lights were illuminating the place - Masterson Harbour. Soon enough, two cars began heading to the start line. As they got closer and closer to the start line, their engines could be identified by the sound. A straight-6 and a V12 respectively. Once they arrived, the two drivers parked their cars near a silver Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG, having the race organizer sitting inside. The cars of these two racers were a black Nissan Skyline GT-R R32 and a black BMW 850Ci E31 respectively.

Day -1
23:05
Masterson Harbour, Camden, Rockport City

Only the BMW driver exited the vehicle for now. A raven-haired pale girl with black leather clothes.

Some loud, high-pitched engine revving can be heard nearby, as a warning of the incoming third car. The car was a red Honda Civic Type R, with its driver stopping at a place to park and intentionally revving idle.

A yellow RX-7 came from the midnight shadows and due to the reason that it was tinted with black the face of the driver could not be seen. The shadow of the night gazed upon the rims of RX-7 showing the true colour of silver. The driver of the car did not come out of the car but his body can be clearly considered as tough. He continued to rev his car to hear the real roar of the beauty.

“Meh, what’s with everyone sitting inside their cars? ” Brittany, the BMW driver shouted. At this point the R32 driver exited without saying a word. He was wearing some spiked jacket, nothing special in rest.

The RX-7 ‘s engine suddenly stopped. The yellow door of the ar opened. A guy wearing a blue T-shirt with the word “Winner” typed in black on the shirt. The denim jeans combination was also considered cool. Neatly wearing a black aviators he looked like a boxer.

“Hello ‘Winner’.” Brittany greeted.

“Hi.” John, the R32 racer greeted too.

“Well, I was expecting a kind of rude reply mocking my shirt. But there are some good folks out there. Hye” Said Alvin the guy coming out of the RX-7.

“Are you a winner in general or that’s just a show off shirt?” Brittany asked.

”Well if you put it that way. I’ll say that I am a winner. But I wont consider myself as a the winner of everything.’ Replied Alvin

“We’ll see in this race.” John replied.

“We will. We surely will.” Said Alvin looking at that Honda Civic.

A black Camaro arrived next, parking by the other cars. The Camaro looked rather stock, and while it was maybe a bit louder than usual, it sounded close to stock as well. It’s driver exited soon after parking, revealing herself as an early 20s female wearing a hoodie and jeans.

Alvin moved closer to the Camaro.And said “That’s a pretty good ride you have there maam.” .

“Thanks.” She replied. “Nice shirt.”

“Why thank you very much”.Before Alvin could end his sentence a loud Mitshubishi Eclipse gave an entry that was most likely not the best.

A female driver opened the door of the ride. Before anyone said anything she said “Wassup people from Darke County?” .

“The sky?” The camaro driver responded.

“You gonna hit that old joke upon me eh?” Replied stella the mitsubishi driver.

“I’m all about the old jokes.”

“That explains your old car? It came from the Kempton Junkyard?” replied Stella.

“Bits and pieces are from it, at least I made my own car. Did you get yours from a happy meal?” Ellie, the Camaro driver, replied.

“I prefer Pizza rather than KFC. So they don’t have Happy Meals there sadly.” Said Stella

“But still that camaro will smoke your ride during a race.” said Delvin.

“Thanks for the support, erm, what’ your name?”

“I never heard your name too. The name is Delvin. You can call me Alvin. Pleased to meet you. “ Said Delvin.

“Hye!Hye!Hye! No one wants to hear my name?? MY NAME IS STELLA! The annoying girl.” Said stella.

“Erm, okay. I’m Eleanor Duke. Ellie for short, pleased to meet you as well.”

“Nice to see some new faces. I’m John Black.” The R32 driver replied.

“Brittany Bevis. I can’t wait to see that Camaro in action.” The BMW driver said cheerful.

“Wait so your Black but then White?” Replied Stella.

“Whatever floats your boat.” John replied and shrugged.

“I can clearly see you guys also have some tricked out rides.” said Alvin looking at the R32 and BMW.

“So by deduction, you drive the Mazda?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah. Why you dont like Japanese cars?” Said Alvin

“Never said didn’t like. Prefer American ones though.”

“I just think people prefer Americans cause the cars have good acceleration.” replied Alvin.

“I prefer it for heritage.”

“Speaking of heritage where the hell are you guys from? If you ask me I am from downtown”said Stella the annoying girl.

“Downtown Rockport or Downtown Palmont?” John replied.

“Downtown Palmont. Why you got a problem with that???” Said Stella abit furiously.

“Yet you race here in Rockport. Anyways, I’m from London.” John replied.

“Same.” Brittany replied.

“You took a plane to get here?” Asked stella.

“I think he meant that’s where he was born. Anyways, I’m from Gray Point.” Ellie replied.

“I meant I spent a good amount of years in London. And I see many of you were born or grown up here.”

“From the current responses, that would be incorrect. Palmont ain’t Rockport.” Ellie stated.

“Well anyways I grew up in Atlanta and came here a couple of months back.” said Alvin.

Suddenly, a white Supra arrives at the harbour. The shiny white supra took a wide left and stopped near a performance shop there. The driver stays there for a while and observes the other drivers.

The Civic driver, having heard most of everything (including Stella’s goofy disposition), stepped out of the hatchback.

“Hola.” he said.

Any answers were interrupted by the sound of a V8 approaching, strangely that same sound was punctuated with one of an anti-lag system, and a small but audible turbo. Moments later a silver ‘classic’ Charger came to a stop next to the group of racers. The driver allowed the car to idle for a few moments before he turned off the engine and stepped out of the Dodge.

“Hey new guys. Here to do your un-civic duty and race or are you going to dodge the crowd?” Ellie greeted.

“I could always charge right through it. Hey.” Jason replied to the greeting.

“Nice Charger.”

After a little while, the door of the Supra opened up and a guy in a black white shirt, a gray jacket, dark blue jeans and dark gray shoes gets out of it.

“Sup, ra? Ellie greeted.

“sup” replied Cal, the Supra driver

“Sup, ra. Good one.” Carlos commented, chuckling a bit.

“so, who are you all? and what are ya doing here?” asked Cal

“Oh, just waiting around for the race to start.” Ellie replied. “I’m Eleanor Duke, Ellie for short.”
“waiting for a race to start, huh? so it looks like you are some local street racers here?” Cal replied “I’m Cal, nice to meet ya”

“so, is there any way I can join?” asked Cal

“Well, I’m local, not sure about these guys. Heard there’s some race organiser supposed to be here, got no idea where this person is.”

“Oh right. I’m not local. Carlos Ortiz, from Spain.” Carlos greeted a bit late.

“sup Carlos. well, I’m not also not local, I’m from poland” Cal replied

“I’m from SF” Jason said.

“allright, let’s say you’re racers that live here.” Cal said

At this point the driver of the Mercedes SUV nearby exited his car. A kinda slim male with dark clothes and glasses.

“Ok so that’s… 8 racers I believe. I’m the race organizer.” Ovidiu, the racer organizer said.

“Yeah, that’s all for now. If I remember correctly your SMS, the race starts at midnight.” John replied.

“Yes.”

“Can’t wait.” Brittany started before changing the subject. “Cool SUV there Mr. race organizer!”

“Thank you. Just call me Ovi, people.” The race organizer replied.

“Ovi… that name sounds familiar eh.” Carlos commented.

“Hello Ovi-ganiser.” Ellie said.

Just then a white Subaru Impreza arrived at the startline, stopping casually with little flair beyond what the car itself showed. Which wasn’t much, as it was completely stock on the outside.

“Here comes number nine. And ‘Ovi-ganiser’ works too.” The race organizer replied a bit amused before continuing. “I’m from Romania, name’s Ovidiu Dragomir.”

“How long have you been in Rockport?” Ellie asked.

“Like 4 months.” The race organizer replied.

Ellie facepalmed. “Wow, an outsider is doing this shit too now.”

“At least many blacklist racers were born in Darke County.” Ovi replied.

“Well, he should be glad he has a Camden native backing him up.” a voice giggled behind him.

“So, is he like your intern or something?”

“You could say that. I’m Henri Harrison.” the girl introduced herself.

“So Camden has its’ own organizer. That’s good to know.” said the Impreza’s driver, having joined the group moments earlier.

“Nice Subaru. Any mods installed on it?” John complimented then asked.

“Of course, the competition here makes it a necessity.” The driver replied.

“Hello there. You and Mr. spiked jacket guy are the only ones with four wheel drive cars at the moment.” Brittany stated.

“Wow really…? Mr. spiked jacket guy ha.” John ’Mr. spiked jacket guy’ replied a bit amused.

“No, my Civic is four wheel drive as well. You missed one.” Carlos said, as a discreet joke...

“Someone forgot my Mercedes SUV eh.” Ovi added.

“So I take it you’re joining the race? “ Brittany said to Ovi.

“Errr… no.” Ovi replied and ogled at Brittany for a bit. “Wow she’s driving me crazy.”

Henri couldn’t help but give Ovi a funny look. “Interesting taste in women you have there… also you’ll have a heck of a time not cornering through crap.”

“Huh? Oh, true that.” Ovi replied.

After taking care of some business Alvin decided to join the conversation. “I guess I missed a quite a lot of stuff eh?” Alvin asked John. Rather than that Stella was not seen. But the engine of the eclipse was running.

“Three more racers came plus the race organizers.” John said.

“So you guys are the organizers I think. Im Alvin” said Alvin to Ovi and Henri.

“Yeah, welcome Alvin. You’re the owner of that Mazda RX-7, no?”

“Yes. I am.” replied Alvin.

“Well, at least the guy has confidence.” Henri giggled again, noticing the ‘Winner’ on Alvin’s shirt.

23:45

A very subdo car came out of the shadows deeming now to be the best time to appear. The driver had been watching the back and forth of the other drivers. The grey Ford Sierra joined the mix of cars. Two more cars arrived. A Toyota GT86, a Lexus IS300 and a Toyota Corolla. This Corolla actually joined around a minute later after the two others.

“Ok, that should do… plus we’re getting close to the midnight.” Ovi stated. “Please get in your cars and prepare to line up.”

The Impreza’s driver simply walked back to his car and waited to line up, while Jason immediately fired up the Charger’s turbo V8 once he returned to his car, revving it up a few times causing the anti-lag system to pop a few times.

Carlos sat back in the Civic Type R, and started the straight-four up, getting ready to move into the grid.

John entered back his R32 nearby, started the engine and moved closer to the start line. Meanwhile Brittany did the same but she also revved the V12 BMW 8 Series a few times.

Everyone else lined up eventually. First row from right to left had Stella’s Mitsu, Ellie’s Camaro, Diablo’s Civic and Brittany’s BMW. Second row from right to left was composed of the Ford Sierra, Jason’s Charger, Alvin’s Mazda and the Subaru. On the 3rd row from right to left there were the Toyota GT86, Cal’s Supra, John’s R32 and the Lexus IS300. 4th and last row had only the Toyota Corolla as its driver was late. The track was downloaded on everyone’s GPS soon enough.


“Many people here seem wildcards. Well, guess I’m also a wildcard to them. The track is not very technical and we may or may not end up getting cops. But the only thing I need to focus on right now is reaching the middle pack at least shortly after the launch.” Thought an impenetrable John.

“The track is obviously not the easiest one I have driven nor its the hardest I have seen. It looks like everyone is ready to go for it.I better make sure I don’t take those corners too early or too late That guy John looks like the one to beat. That white supra there , its driver also looks pretty darn good.Ellie the driver of that camaro seems like her car is gonna let us eat the dust of her ride. Looks this is one of the races where you need to drive like no tomorrow.” Alvin thought to himself.

“well, this route doesn’t seem to be the easiest, but good thing that I know a lot of shortcuts here haha. so, first of all I have to gain some positions ASAP in order to finish in a good position, but it looks like it won’t be that easy with such drivers...” Cal thought a bit nervous.

“Here goes something. Home Field advantage, you got this Ellie. Just stay focused, and attack.” Ellie thought, paying little mind to her competitors.

23:59

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Lighthouse & Stadium Race

Day 1
00:00

Once the launch took place, Carlos’ Honda quickly took the lead, followed by Brittany’s BMW to its left side with some rock music coming from it. Ellie’s Camaro was not far, still close to Carlos’ right side. Stella’s Mitsu had the worst launch from the first row and overall. Onto the 2nd row, Alvin took the lead as he began drafting the Civic ahead. Joe’s launch was as good as Alvin’s RX-7, but he found his car blocked by Stella’s. The Subaru had a decent launch and Ichiro gave chase to the BMW. The Toyota GT86 simply drafted Joe after launching. With Jason’s Charger not having an awesome launch, Cal’s Supra couldn’t make use of its better launch as it was boxed in. John’s R32 had a similar launch with the Subaru, and he simply closed in to the RX-7. The Lexus’ launch allowed it to chase Ichor closely. The Corolla had a somewhat bad launch but even if it would have been better, there was no free space ahead around it.

Entering the first wide turn, Carlos used the free space, increasing his lead. Stella jumped to 2nd place as her Mitsu was completely on the inside for the turn. The Camaro remained where it was while Brittany slid in to block off the Mazda RX-7, though she still lost speed as her BMW was on the outside of the corner. Joe had a small pull ahead because his Ford had free space on the inside. Jason ended up boxed in, slowing down Cal from his tail thanks to the Supra being boxed in too. Connor’s Toyota GT86 moved up with no hassle as it was on the inside. Ichiro, Everett, John and Tak pretty much just… drove without getting any changes in their positionings during this turn. Next was a left-hander, at least for those who were going to miss the shortcut. The BMW was the first to take the shortcut, followed Alvin, Ichiro, John, the Lexus and Tak. Both John and Alvin were a bit crowded in doing so, with Alvin’s Mazda next to Ichiro and John’s R32 next to the Lexus. Onto the left hander, Carlos has distanced from most others who remained on the outside line. Ellie did it on purpose and so caught both Stella and Joe in a bit of a jam, plus their two cars were having minor understeering too. Only Cal managed to use the inside to get around the heavier Charger, almost neck at neck with Jason now. Connor found an opening to his left, which he used to pass the Charger. Quickly, all the 13 drivers met again with the shortcut finished. These who had ran down the shortcut received a noticeable gain of ground.

The track began a gradual uphill climb this shifted the weight of the cars towards the rear wheels giving some racers advantages and others problems. The Civic and Eclipse where the only true losers here as their FWD platforms lost their advantage. The 8-series BMW powered ahead in the far left lane taking the lead from the Civic as just as the track entered an S bend and lost two lanes. The slowing Eclipse slowly closed in on the Sierra, thereby boxing it in even more. Not fearing any aggression since the race had been timid so far the Sierra pushed the slightly lighter Eclipse forward. The larger four door was helped in this regard by it’s AWD as the small coupe bit down with the weight shift back to its front wheels. The odd train gained on the Civic and BMW as it also entered the S bend. Things didn’t go that smooth for the rest of the pack as the S bend came into play before anything else could transpire. Things went downhill violently and quickly in the S bend. In the mid pack the Camaro went wide not through bad handling design but though planned design as the heavier Chevy pushed the light four door Ford off to the right. This caused the Ford to begin a small spin out before it’s AWD recovered it. Sadly though this sideways motion was largely passed onto the Eclipse as it went broadside across the right lane and grass. It was spun out due to the front wheels biting in as the rear ones were pushed to the right. This blocked both the Ford and Chevy but the Chevy dove down to the left cutting off the RX-7. As the Chevy dove the Ford went wide in the grass in a long winded recovery. With the Camaro barreling down on it the RX-7 panic braked. This caused a sudden and large slow down for the middle field. Not giving a capital F to everyone else the Charger kept the pedal through the metal and charged straight ahead into the back of the black GT86. With the violent hit from the rear the GT86 went flying forward into the front of the Eclipse as the Charger bullied its way in front of the Skyline cutting through the middle of the field giving a bump to the RX-7 causing it to straighten out in its lane. With the hill climbing done and a quick right turn the race was lead by the BMW closely followed by the Civic. The Subbie and Cosworth Ford were tied for third but in parallel lanes. The Camaro had fourth, the Charger fifth, RX-7 sixth, IS300 and Skyline R32 tied for seventh, Supra eight, Corolla ninth and finally the limping GT86 and Eclipse brought up the rear.

The race thundered on as the road headed towards a split into two around a pair of high rises. The leading BMW and Civic hounded each other for the lead as the parallel laned Subbie and Cosworth continued to see who’s AWD was better when suddenly in a shower of sparks, light and sound the Sierra violently met a Crown Vic police unit. Hidden by the hilled road on the right side a pair of Crown Vic patrol units broke into the race. The leading unit collided with the right rear door of the Sierra causing it to spin off down the hill and out of sight. The second unit broke through in front of the Camaro causing it to swing off to the left. The Charger also dove left but took the front clip of the Vic with it. The RX-7 was shoved left onto the grass due to the shifting muscles. The IS300 held it’s ground with the dueling Skyline R32 beside it as the still mobile Vic gave a long scrape to the R32’s right side as it took up the chase. The road soon split as the Civic, BMW and Subaru went right and the remaining field was forced left by the simple presence of the Crown Vic. From the left come reinforcement as a side road appeared. Two Crown Vics slotted themselves in front of the RX-7 and beside the Charger and Camaro as two Charger unit fell in behind the IS300, Skyline R32, Supra and Corolla. With one car MIA and two limping along so far back they could leave without being noticed the race became a game of survival.

At the rate the racers were running, the lack of power in the Crown Victoria pursuers began to catch up, and thus the one to John’s right began to taper off. The Charger units, bulky as they were, held their own relatively fine. With this, one of the Vickies attempted to break between the two muscle cars next to it, only to be faced by the immediate reaction of Jason’s PIT, and to be carted off to the side like a lump on a log. Ellie only had the minor inconvenience of correcting her Camaro’s direction and got back on track quickly.

Following that brief conflict between racer and cop was a very sharp corner, followed by a lane contraction. On this corner, Carlos would let the difference between his Civic and Brittany’s fat-ass BMW show as he pinpointed the hatch’s nose inside, executing an almost perfect cut through the apex and taking the corner with ease. The 8 series, meanwhile, showed off minor understeer, but it was just enough to shoot itself in the foot as it lost ground on the red Civic it was chasing. Ichiro followed suit and rounded the sharp corner with ease as well, also gaining a bit of leverage on the 850. Both Ellie and Jason cut down on the need to be any kind of graceful on the corner, deciding to straight drift through it instead (and in so doing, let the Vickie next to them go its own course - not before calling for backup). Both would quickly put their massive power on the pavement as the massive power emanating from the Chevrolet LB9 and the Dodge 383 Magnum, respectively, propelled them ever closer to the leaders. As far as John and Alvin were concerned, whoever got to the inside first would have sole possession of 6th plus the right-lane advantage. Despite having the less-agile car of the two, John established his superiority over Alvin and his RX-7, and got to the apex first. Alvin did benefit a bit from not having anyone aside from John near him, and took the corner per usual. EG beat out raflp to the inside having blocked off the Supra, and raflp himself made sure of it that he would beat out Tak to second to last place via a drift. The other Vickie also stayed out of the way and braked while the Chargers went in still on the back pack, with Stella apparently not having taken enough punishment and continuing on. Apex realized what was best for him and his 86 and bailed.

Unless one were specifically in one of the 12 cars rummaging through the tunnel, they could not make heads or tails of the mishmash of car sounds that would surely destroy the hearing of a mere mortal. Save for the one mad-revving and noisy four-cylinder leading the charge, and the high-pitched rotary somewhere in the middle, the noise was mostly dominated by dominated by either turbo noises or behemoth growls from V8 engines.

Once past the tunnel, the Civic continued its march, looking for some separation between it and the McDonalds-sponsored car thingy behind it, with Ichiro still hanging around in wait.

As the weight shifted to the rear wheels again, to a far greater extent than the last incline, Carlos’s Civic began grasping for what little torque it had and started to slow. Brittany and Ichiro behind him wised up and moved to their closest lanes to take advantage. Even further back, the two lone muscle cars charged up the hill with plenty of torque to keep speed throughout. With this extra speed not only did they gain big on the slowing Civic, but…

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“Now, at this here particular point is where the race began to turn itself on its head a bit. For, you see that there Camaro and that Charger? They took off the ground so fast you’d be quick to mistake them for spaceships taking off from Florida. Stick around because we’ll be gettin’ on with it in a minute.”

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...they found themselves landing past the Civic and gaining on the newly leading Impreza. Brittany had the misfortune of having to manually climb the hill, and even when getting to it wound up being blocked by Joe’s Sierra for a brief moment.

Brittany’s being blocked benefitted her beau John; using the balanced torque distribution of his Skyline he powered past the handicapped 8 series, and was intent on following the recovering Civic. Carlos, upon noticing the Nissan’s approach, prepared himself to defend fourth place at any and all cost. Brittany finally rounded the stalled Sierra, but not before Alvin’s RX-7 made one quick pass. The mad woman cut her losses by blocking off the Lexus, and in doing so held off both raflp and Tak. The R/Ts went ho-hum up the hill and Stella, as if she hadn’t learned her lesson, insisted on continuing, only now it was losing ground to the police.

The gun went off and the race was off. The leading Nissan sibling had the early lead with the Siliv better launch nosing out the 240SX. The S2000 followed the launch path of the 240 as rather surpingling the Lighting took off before the Boss. The GT86 tucked in behind the advancing S2000 as it had a much better launch then the Challenger. On the other side of the Challenger the Miata also passed by following the wake of the Lighting. The best launch of the field was held by the Golf R32 but it was boxed in by the much larger Challenger and thus took the opening created by the exiting GT86. The flashy 350Z and sleeker Jag rounded out the grid as the track soon gave up a right turn.

Jeff rammed into the back of Jennkins as he began the turn, with Jeff lacking braking power in his muscle car (and having the urge to ram). Soul pulled through with a good racing line, but the truck couldn’t turn enough to keep up, and paint was traded near the back as the crowd behind the truck (who was hogging the inside corner) had to brake heavily as they all crowded around from a vain attempt at a good racing line. Soul was pulling ahead, but neither Jeff nor Jiagen were having this as they utilized the acceleration of muscle cars down the short straight, gaining significant ground on Soul. Roy drafted the muscle cars and overtook Jeff and Jiagen just in time for the corner, where he had caught up to Soul and began drafting him. Near the back, Platinum, Robbie, and Delta were drag racing it out, Robbie getting the edge with with better acceleration at their speeds, and was able to take the corner and catch up to Jeff. Jennkins had fallen back.

It began to rain very heavily.

The next corner, however, was meant for Jennkins. He managed to pull a slight drift and ease ahead of Platinum, coming close to Delta. The small pack in the middle-Maria, Ai, Robbie, and the Soviet Russian-proceeded through the corner, Ai pulling ahead. Up front, Jeff traded some paint with Jiagen, Jiagen responding with a ‘mild’ tap on the side of Jeff’s boss, and then both of them booked it in an attempt to gain any ground on Soul. But Soul was a bit more focused on Roy, who had drafted and was going for a slingshot maneuver (ignore spelling).

OOC: At this point, Blah takes over for one reason or another. I do have a habit of focusing more on the front pack.

IC:

Roy went in for the pass, but at the last second, loosened off the gas, testing the waters a bit before going for a full frontal assault. Nathan directly behind had a more straight forward plan, going to the outside of Roy. The rain aided Nathan as the now current leaders entered into the next corner, performing a powerslide beside the Honda. Nagato still held the lead on the exit, but the S2000 and Challenger were within striking range. Maria’s truck fell behind into 4th, with Ai, T, Lacey and Seth directly behind her. Robbie Ricer, Dimitri and Jeff brought up the rear.

Moving off Morgan Beach, the road became an actual road. Which, as this is Kempton, meant a worse driving surface than the beach path. Though the two JDM imports held the lead, their lower weight came to a disadvantage in the wet, with some high speed corners thrown in. Both drivers kept their respective vehicles under control, but it made for an opening for Nathan to take. Maria also closed the gap once again, leaving the tuners behind her in the mist of her tires. Robbie Ricer made his move on the outside, also blocking Seth from advancing in the meanwhile.

As the pack sped through and went under the overpass, the orchestra of engine noise awoke some sleeping hobos. At the same time, Nathan took first place, though it was only by a bumper. This was quickly made irrelevant in the next right hander, both the Silvia and S2000 out-braking the Challenger and overtaking on the inside. Lacey, Jennkins and Ai all tried to one up the next person up with some drifting, resulting in Seth’s R32 getting very wet. Still, he bared through it using the opening it provided on the inside once he could see again.

Rain continued to pour down heavily, putting traction quite low. This however, was mainly only a bad thing for those at the back, as the Challenger already had low traction to begin with, the Truck still had decent traction with it’s weight , and both JDM drivers hailing, and having learned to race, in places with heavy rainfall. Even so, most drivers were able to bear through the straight, entering into the only hairpin of the track.

Brake lights flared up just before the intersection, a few of the cars skidding past their intended braking point. Both Nagato and Roy managed to hold onto their positions, though Nathan took it wide. In a both fortunate and unfortunate situation for Nathan, Maria under-steered out as well, which blocked off Ai and Jennkins from doing their fancy driftworks passing maneuvers. It also however, opened up for Seth and Lacey to attack, the MX-5 drifting round and the R32 rotating through the apex. The little stroke of luck allowed both an open view of the two leaders, and with those on the outside still recovering, a clear shot at them without major interference.

OOC: First part of this written by Tufto. I also write the next 2 paragraphs but whatevs

Part 3

Now getting into the heart of Fortuna’s roads, the group of ten took the first corner of the borough. Almost as if they were running a tandem of sorts, Roy and Nagato ran through the corner with little issue, and Roy continuing to camp for his opportunity to springboard past the Silvia. It would not be as clean of an attempt for Seth, for his ‘Bigfat’ R32 had the misfortune of being in the way of one Jeffrey Jackson, who promptly shoved him out of the apex and forced it to the outside. Jennkins was in his own conundrum. With literally no way to the inside line thanks to the Challenger and Jaguar, he had to take the corner outside to brake late and try to get out of harm’s way, and did so successfully. Nathan slid into the corner and lost a bit of ground, only to make most if not all of it up because of the sheer power of the Challenger. Dmitri’s Jaguar, while it in no way handled like a muscle car, still had all 1720 kilos of it hydroplane slightly. The two sports cars behind it took the opportunity and drifted the corner, the MX-5 in particular just barely missing the front of the monstrous F150 behind it. Whilst the F150 had its problems with taking the corner wide, the almost simultaneous drifts put both Lacey and Ai in a position to try to attack the Jag from each side.

With the corner’s completion, came a slight incline, and with that incline came a brief shift of weight to the rear wheels. Aside from Nathan losing what little traction he had because of it, there were, for the most part, no major change in already mediocre vehicle behavior…

...save for the one four wheel drive car in the contest, the MkV Golf R32. With the 4motion system taking a tilt toward the front wheels, the track took quite the bite out of the acceleration of Bigfat, leaving him more or less ripe for the picking for those around him. Whilst Roy and Nagato went ho-hum about their business, the ailing Golf was left in the dust by Jeff’s Boss-stang, and both Nathan and Jennkins jumped on the opportunity, Nathan getting ahead of Jennkins because of muscle car acceleration. The Jag closed in but not quite, and the two tuners behind it struggled a bit as well. To make it worse for Lacey and Ai, the F150 gained the same benefit the Challenger did, and simply made its way up the hill, slowly but surely gaining on the 86 and MX-5.

The Challenger got within an earshot of the two leaders as it charged up the pack, and closing in on Roy on the left side. It would be great for Nathan… if not for the fact that the straight was not really all that long. The next corner came as quickly as the last one left, and Nathan would pay quite the price for driving a tail-happy ‘70s power machine as he spun out briefly trying to take the corner. Roy and Nagato, in wishing to not get written off so early in the race, braked very late to avoid the spinning Challenger and take the corner properly. Seth’s R32, still stuck in its fun wheel drive phase, plowed hard into the corner with plenty of understeer to go around. By simply not crashing, however, he was able to make a better outcome for himself than Nathan, as after the corner the 4WD system righted itself again, but not before Jennkins got even with the Golf again. Jeff’s advantage of the weight shift dissipated, and his being a bit outside cost him as he slid quite a bit, allowing the Jaguar to take advantage and, while hydroplaning, close in on the Boss. With the two drifter girls, it would not be that simple with the F150 being quite wedged between them, but doing what was needed, they braked massively late and drifted the corner so as to let nature run its course with the truck. By the point of the F150 taking the corner, the Challenger got going again and began to hound Maria.

By this time Nagato and Roy were onto the next corner, as they flew through it and past the semi laying diagonally across the road. Jennkins and Seth also did the same, albeit with nowhere near the same pace. Jeff then took a shot at the Jaguar again as a friendly reminder of that hit back in the highway, but again the Boss simply bounced off of the heavier luxury car and slowed Jeff down a bit again. This provided opportunities, however few and far between they were, for Lacey and Ai, who both used the conflict ahead of them to make up ground, and both the truck and Nathan bringing up the rear.

OOC: I'm posting only the half that was written by me. Dead has the other.

“Fuck this shit.” Jeff said.

Coastal Tour Post Race



“Fuck this shit.” Jeff said after he exited his car, taking off his shirt and throwing it away which caused him to get wet as fuck. This also revealed Jeff’s ‘interesting’ tattoos. Or not at all due to the poor visibility.



Roy meanwhile inspected the damages on his car. One side of the car was dented up, with the other side scratched up. He sighed, shaking his head before scanning the area for the truck that did this to his car. When he found it, Roy reached into the inside pocket of his blazer, checking his sidearm but not taking it out, before going to confront the driver about the damages.



“Hola.” Maira greeted.



“Hello.” Roy greeted back.



“So why did you come and seek me out first here?”



“Well, you did cause damage my vehicle. Just wondering why.”



“I went wider than I planned in some turns due to the heavy rain.”



“Hm. Perhaps your choice of vehicle may have been unsuitable to this...” Roy replied, looking at the Lightning.



“It may need to lose a few pounds before it becomes better.”



Further away from the ‘very caring’ Jeff, Nagato briefly left the S15 to inspect it for any damage, since the car was now rather clean thanks to the rain. Noting a few scratches, he returned to the car and stayed around to see if anything actually interesting would happen or whether this was all a waste of time.



Elsewhere at the finish line, Ai simply sat in her car not particularly interested in whatever was going on outside, apart from the rain. Apparently, she found the rain more interesting than the random guy throwing away his shirt or whatever else could happen.



As everyone was having their post-race “celebrations”, the Golf got parked next to the runner-up Platinum’s MX-5. Seth sighed a sigh of relief. “That was… perfect. Just the way I like it.”, he thought. The rain was still pouring down on his R32, as he adjusted his seat into more of a recliner to lie down and relax. For a few minutes, he just lay there, motionless, not minding everyone else at the compound, looking up at the night sky reminiscing his 4-year journey going west taking him to where he is now. This went on for a while, then after a few more minutes, he pulled up his seat, and rolled his window down to scream “Jiagen, where’s my taco?”, with a grin on his face.



Just as he screamed that, a set of headlamps turned on in the dark crevasse of the building, revealing to be Alex’s F-150… with an Audi R8 beside it. Alex along with an unknown man in a glorious hat walked over to Seth’s car.



“Here’s your prize and your taco, fatty.” Alex said, handing Seth a paper bag.



Delta had a slight look of surprise in his face. “I wouldn’t think you’d be the type of person to hold on to this kind of food, woman.”, as he accepted the bag and stored it in his glovebox.



“Do I honestly look like the person who can’t deal with crap?” Alex replied, walking off before Seth could reply further. The man stayed however.



“That was some good driving. Congratulations.” He said.



“Thanks, and that’s a nice hat and car.”, the R32’s driver replied.



“Thank you. Anyways, I believe that the reward Alex gave on this race was rather… weak.” The man said. “Something better would be much more appropriate.”



Seth’s look of surprise on his face grew stronger. “I wouldn’t know what that would be, but you’ve got my attention. Fire away.”



The man took out a car key from his pocket. “This would be part of it.”



As the man in the black hat took the key with “Supra” engraved on one of its sides, and the Toyota sombrero symbol on the other, out from his pocket, Delta could no longer contain his shock, as his eyes grew wide, and his eyebrows raised up to shrink his forehead. “Well, this is a welcome surprise. I wouldn’t know what this is for, but thank you.”, he said barely containing his excitement.



“A good job should be rewarded well, afterall. Just don’t disappoint, and you’ll see more of this in the future.” The man replied with a smile. “My name is Rex King by the way. It’s good to meet a talent like you in this city.”



The man walked away before Seth could reply, and drove his Audi away, going south into the highway, its V10 drowning out the deafening rain. He then stared at the key he was given, obviously a key to a legendary GT car from years past. “This, and a taco, eh? I guess it’s safe to say tonight was a good night.” Delta noticed a small envelope of sorts chained to the key. He opened it, and found a piece of paper in it with something written on the small leaflet. It was a simple note, written in the center of the leaflet:



‘‘The car is in a gas station in Gray Point. Get there ASAP.”



Rather than plan an entire trip for the next week, Seth decided to drive to Gray Point right then and there in an impulse, as if he wasted any more time, the car would be gone. He restarted his engine, revved for a bit, and sped off towards Kempton’s entrance to Legends’ Highway - the quickest way from Palmont to Rockport. “I’m not a particularly big fan of FRs, but this is a SUPRA we’re talking about here. I’m not sure if this is a trap or not either - but I have a feeling in my gut that tells me this is the real thing.”, he thought to himself as he was speeding along the highway at full throttle into Kempton. He took the corners in Kempton on the way with drifting, unusual for him - But it didn’t matter. He had to get there as soon as he could, as you don’t receive a Supra for free everyday. And soon enough, the entrance to Legends’ Highway was in sight, getting closer with the R32 shifting into final gear with the blow off valve whistling a furious howl, making it known that it meant business.



“It’s 12:14 AM. Whatever else awaits me in Rockport, be it a bunch of nuts having their own secret affair on those streets, or cops chasing said nuts, I’m not afraid of it. Ah damn, I’ll have nothing to eat except this taco for this trip. Oh well.”, the R32’s driver thought to himself, as Seth was clearly intending on breaking the floorpan with the pedal, while speeding off like a cheetah gone mad at 272 km/h on the longest highway in Darke County.



Back at the highway’s compound, considering all that happened throughout the race, and her rather shoddy luck in key moments, Lacey was - to put it in one word - bewildered. For her to get second place and just be within a nose of winning the race and whatever it was that Seth won, she was content with what she wound up with.



“Well, that was fun” she said to herself. “Those drifting lessons that one producer told me to get really paid off.” One check of her cell phone showed her calendar marking tomorrow as another important day: another day of shooting film. Alex at this point approached Lacey as well.



:”Oh. Hello.” Lacey greeted Alex after rolling down her window.



“Your money.” Alex stated, handing Lacey a stack of bills.



“Thank you.” Lacey replied, and began counting the money as Alex walked away. As she was counting the money, the white 86 she had been fighting for supremacy with for the whole race approached Platinum in a rather peculiar manner.



The Toyota slid to a slow stop next to the MX-5,the car aligning itself in the opposite way to the MX-5’s left side. Then, Ai rolled down the 86’s window.



“Oh. Hello there.” Lacey said to Ai.



“Hello. Your drifting was pretty good there.” Ai replied, smiling.



“Why, thank you. You weren’t so bad yourself.”



“Thank you, I’m still learning though.”



“You don’t drive like someone that’s still learning…”



“I haven’t been driving for very long but thank you.”



“Hmm… say, while you’re here, mind introducing yourself?”



“I’m Ai Takashima. Pleased to meet you.” Ai said.



“The pleasure is mine. Lovato. Lacey Lovato.”



“Say, you were surprised with my driving… how long have you been driving, if you don’t mind?”



“I’ve been driving for at least 11 years. Took drifting lessons when I first hit the movie business… 6 years ago.”



“Eleven years? That’s.. quite a while. Movie business though? Are you an actress?” Ai asked.



“Why, I indeed am an actress.”



“That’s.. unexpected. Seeing you in a street race, I mean.” Ai replied



“Why would it be unexpected?”



“I imagine someone of your.. status would have a lot to lose if they got into an altercation with the police.”



“Well, it’s not as if I’ll let the police ever catch me.” Lacey said, winking. “Still, with American media being what it is, you have a point.”



“Well, that’s something we all don’t want to happen to us.” Ai said with a laugh.



“Of course. I wonder what’s up with that guy in the S15… he seems very gentlemanly.”

(Thought Roy was the gentlemanly person… he has the S2000) lmao Fixed <by 2ft-o

No, motherfucker I meant the S15. Nagato was the one talking to Lacey. ~K



Jennkins finally steps out of his car. “Damn tires,” he mutters. He looks over at Jeff and thinks “What is wrong with that guy…”. He is stopped next to Ai. He looks around and walks around, inspecting the less-than minor damage on his car. (Fixed Elven Complainer)(Thanks 2ft-o)



As if on cue, the S15 approached the gathering of three cars, with Nagato opening the driver side door and stepping out of his car.



“Oh, hello Nagato.” Lacey greeted.



“Hello, I see you pulled quite a finish here.” Nagato replied to Lacey.



Jennkins looked over. “Hello,” he said to Nagato.



“Hey.” was the reply Jennkins received.



“How’d you finish?” Jennkins asked to no one in general, seemingly distracted.



“Sixth or something.” Nagato said with a shrug.



“I would have had the win, but my tires let me down. Instead, that one chump in the Golf took it. Wish it hadn’t been raining,” Jennkins half-muttering on the last sentence.



“I almost had that Golf. Almost.” Lacey said.



“Well, I had a few good chances here but it just wasn’t.. interesting enough.” Nagato said.



“You saying the crowd around here’s boring?” Jennkins laughed. He then muttered “Well, not with that Jeff guy around…”



“Mostly.” Nagato replied. Then he added “There are a few interesting people, but not many.”



“Well, nothing seems interesting right now.” To cure his boredom and disappointment, Jennkins walked over to Alex and picked up his cold hard cash.



“Well that was quick. Anyway… where were we?” Nagato commented on the departure.



“Not sure if I know” Lacey said. It didn’t take her long to realize that for all of that trouble she went to get second place, it was Seth that was receiving extra attention, and for a nose-length finish at that. “Wait… Ai, what did that guy with the R8 give the winner?”



“Well.. I’m not so sure.. but it looked like keys. A car, maybe?” Ai replied, after thinking back to the short exchange between the winner and the unknown person.



“A car? That fat Golf only finished a nose ahead of me! How exactly is that worthy of a car all of a sudden? Not to mention… HE DIDN’T EVEN LOOK GOOD WINNING! I may have come up short but at least I looked good doing it! Why does that guy - who, admittedly, has a nice car and hat - go to him but he barely gives even a look at me?”



“Well… um… maybe you weren’t his type?” Ai replied quietly.



“Hmph. Well, if he doesn’t have a thing for beautiful and famous women, it’s not my problem.”



“You naive kids. What the ‘R8 guy’ did is just suspicious. And for your information, he’s number three on the blacklist.” Jeff replied.



“I think you taking your stupid shirt off in the rain is suspicious. Are you a masochist to Mother Nature?”



“More like someone who needs some help in the head,” Jennkins said with a chuckle.



“Please, that’s an insult to the mentally unstable,” Roy replied out of no where.



“Then I am probably insulting myself, with my own sense of humor (being my instability),” commented Jennkins with a jokingly thoughtful look.



“Right… He probably can’t appreciate good looks, with that hat and all. Anyway I’ll see you around then, Lacey.” Nagato thought this was sort of his cue to leave.. or something. Hell if he knew what went wrong. “Wait, was that guy shirtless?” Deciding to not give it too much thought, he returned to his car.



Lacey, still a bit steamed about the whole situation with the car prize, didn’t much notice Nagato’s beginning to leave.



“Ouch.. did she get upset just over a car? Or was it the guy in the Golf? That’s quite a… change from her earlier attitude.” Ai thought, shocked with the sudden change in Lacey.



With a gradual cool down, Lacey turned to find a shocking Ai, which she can only assume she somewhat alienated due to her tantrum she threw. “Oh my Lord… you caught all of that, Ai?” she asked in pure embarrassment with her face reddening.



“...yes. Well…” Ai replied, not really sure how to react.



“Ooooooh. I’ll… just go.” Lacey sat back in the driver seat of the MX-5, starting it up and going west back to Fortuna. Before she did fully leave, she stopped near Jeff and left with one final message. “Next time, wear a coat. You’re out in public and you’re embarrassing yourself.”



“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Jeff replied.



Nagato looked at the departing Mazda before turning his attention to Ai, who remained silent during the exchange. “So… you’re Ai? That’s a nice car you have there, it looks new.”



“Thanks. And you’re Nagato, aren’t you? About what you’ve said earlier, I agree that the race was sort of… underwhelming.” Ai replied.



“It was, wasn’t it? Anyway… I think it’s time I left.” Nagato said, then fired up the S15’s engine. “See ya.” With that, the Nissan headed further down and soon disappeared on the mostly deserted highway.



“I guess he is gentlemanly in his own way, Lacey.” Ai thought before deciding to depart as well. Just then, she decided to go and ask Alex if she had won anything...which ended up getting her $1.500 for her 4th place finish. Afterwards, she left with the 86 unexpectedly turning around and following a path much like the one Lacey did earlier.



Roy took a glance at Jeff still standing shirtless in the rain, then simply entered his car and left. Jeff entered his Mustang afterwards and drove off.



Seeing that he was the only one remaining at the dockyard, Nathan let out a sigh and thought to himself, “Dang, I hoped I’d finish in the top four. And I lost my taco. Well, I got these vouchers… I guess I should put them to good use.”

And with that, he drove off, wheels spinning as he moved forward.



Yet everyone decided to completely forget about Jennkins. So he drove off and listened to some really angry heavy metal driving home.



Poor Jennkins.

//The New Life of Carlos Ortiz

Day 1
0:06
Highlander Stadium, Rosewood

He had little time to celebrate, as the wailing of police sirens rang throughout his ears.

On very short time, Carlos kept the Civic running through the baseball stadium and exited from the west side. He turned northward, and spotted in his rear view mirror at least two stray Charger pursuers heading directly for him. He put his faith in his own driving skill, and the Civic responded by flying through the highway with sudden urgency. Once getting to the Highlands, Carlos kept the Civic to the pavement, whereas the Chargers continued to hound him. The K20A’s mighty high-revving engine, all 276 horsepower + turbocharger within it, propelled the lightweight sport compact further and further away from its hunters, as it were.

Carlos’s eyes came within view of the gas station, and it would be the only half-decent chance to hide considering where he was. He took that chance, and quickly pulled within the car wash. The moment the Civic came to a complete stop, he turned off its engine and shut off its lights.

“Suspect lost, repeat, suspect is lost. We’ll need to set up a quadrant within the surrounding area of Heritage Heights. Suspect was last seen driving a red Honda Civic. Again, that is a red Honda Civic going eastbound through the Highlands.” [He doesn’t have a cop radio, this is just from the police POV]

-15 minutes later-

“Uhh… units to be clear. Cancel pursuit of the red Honda Civic, repeat, cancel pursuit of the red Honda Civic.”

When all the heat on his little red hatchback died down, Carlos moved out of the car wash and slowly - so not as to attract attention let alone have to start a second getaway - drove out. He would continue Southward, then enter Petersburg, in which he found himself living after moving from Spain. This house was nothing special, it was a mere small house with a garage with which he started tuning in the United States. Carlos quietly pulled into the garage that was opened by keyed command, and slipped the Civic inside.

“The hatchie most likely has some bit of damage...” he thought to himself. “And most likely, since nobody was too aggressive with it, it was most likely the police’s doing. I’ll mull over the damage in the morning.”

He sleepily walked inside his house and simply plopped on the couch in the living room...

7:55
Carlos’s Home, West Petersburg

*doorbell ringing*

One of Carlos’s eyes, his right one, opened slowly. He did not immediately hear his cell phone ringing, but once he was in full possession of his faculties, he groggily made his way to it, approaching as if he was a zombie, back not straight, head down, and feet just dragging across the floor.

He slowly picked up his cell phone, its screen displaying this message:

*Henri Harrison: Money Call!*

*Hello! I need Ichiro, Stella, Ellie, and Carlos to meet me at the Donut Shop in the far west side of Petersburg. I have your winnings prepared for you.*

As a man consistently on the run in his native country of Spain, Carlos was much accustomed to having little time to have any bit of breakfast to sustain his energy. With the easy-going borough that is Rosewood, however, he could afford to be a bit more lax with his time. Within the span of 30 minutes, with a fresh set of clothing and some coffee on hand, he was ready not just to pick up his winnings, but to face his own day.

The still-slightly beaten red Civic trotted out of its garage, and, with a quick rev to the redline, stormed away from the home en route to the Donut Shop. There he saw that same MR2 that was at the lighthouse, and sure enough, its pilot, donuts and coffee in hand, sporting an orange hoodie with black stripes - almost to frame her as a tiger of sorts - and jeans was waiting for him.

“Hola.” Carlos greeted the girl, who turned out to be Ovi’s spunky sidekick, Henri.

“Bonjour, Monsieur… Ortiz, is it?” she asked Carlos.

“Si. Correct.”

“Oui. So then, here is your reward.” Henri pulled out one of four briefcases that took residence in the passenger seat of the MR2, and handed it to Carlos. In it - as he would see - was $1500, the bare minimum for his fourth place finish. After simply tossing the briefcase of cash in the trunk of the Civic, just seeing Henri eating those donuts reminded Carlos of his need of nourishment, as he was basically spent from the race and the rather brief pursuit. With this in mind, he took a brief moment to buy 3 donuts from the shop before heading on back to his employment in South Petersburg.

The garage he worked in was his own asylum from the imperfections of real life. Fixing his own cars as well as other people’s back in Spain was something he enjoyed doing, as it brought a relative peace of mind. Time would simply melt away as he chipped away at the problems of every car that set its wheels inside his station.

Yet still, for this particular day, every thought of Carlos’s almost immediately redirected back to the race. It seemed as if only the one man in the Impreza STI resembled any kind of competition for him, with honorable mentions to both the Camaro and the Charger. Everyone else was… just average, if not below that. The Eclipse was a straight fluke, and most everyone else - including, surprisingly, the Skyline of all cars - was unfortunate enough to be walled in by cops. A strange reflection for a strange race, if Carlos ever saw it.

Carlos had to shovel the thought for at least a while as he returned to the ailments of the Civic. As he was not getting free parts (not that he intended to have it fixed for free) he shelled out $50 for the broken taillight. He would offer to buff out the scrape himself.

This track unintentionally was designed for where Carlos’s little Civic Type R, and other cars similar to it - namely front-wheel-drive cars with peaky, high-revving engines, was made to lose, and yet it overcame situations where it otherwise would be doomed, and was one missed PIT away from winning it all. Yet, he didn’t even mind it. The man had lived all his life, both inside racing and outside of it, as the underdog. In his native Spain, where traffic and powerful muscle ruled the streets, this was the role in which Carlos thrived. It had developed a rather agile and heavy-technique driving style within him… although, as evidence by his now-dead CRX, it was not the most flawless. Here he was, in Rockport, fighting whole new battles in the scene. And Carlos couldn’t ask for more.

Still, whoever the Impreza driver was, he had to find him. And race him again.

2-A: shweet rihmz, nightclub, rice, vomit, and blood



Day 1 (1st September, Monday, 2014)

00:03

The Projects, Kempton



As he was stuck on the highway thanks to his riced Z losing its fake walmart wheels, Robert decided to barricade himself inside the car… instead of hitchhiking as his twin brother suggested a few moments ago when a desperate Robert called him. The towing truck from the towing company which Robert called earlier came to witness the scene with angry drivers at the stuck rice. Kevin, who earlier was told by Robert where he got stuck, also came in his not riced modern AWD Charger as he was not far away from this zone. Knowing way too well how stubborn and protective his twin brother can be about his rice, Kevin figured that Robert was hiding inside the Z. Kevin paid the truck guy pretty well in order to convince him to tow the Z at the twins’ garage in Old Quarter.



00:16

Trevor twins’ garage, Old Quarter, Downtown



“I told you to not buy fake walmart wheels you stubborn fucker ricer you >_>” Kevin started after Robert exited his ‘car’.



“cmon now bro those were some shweet rihmz!”



Later in the day, Robert bought some legit 20” Lowenhart LSR rims along with some fresh tires at the total price of $5700. He also placed them on the car properly this time so that they won’t come off next time someone decides to scratch his shweet shihnee exhphenshive rihmz. But they weren’t shihnee actually coz he painted them before placing them, in some custom blue which he still had in da garage.



Day 4 (4th September, Thursday, 2014)

Past Midnight

Nightclub, Downtown Rosewood



Robert arrived at this nightclub when suddenly he saw some slim as fuck dude.



“hey dude what the fuck you look a crayon” Robert said to the anorexic man.



The man stared at him for a few seconds with such contempt and disgust in his eyes, then after a quick look at the Z, he raised his lock as high as he could above his head to start smashing the damn thing.



Just before he could swing it down on the poor ricerilla’s hood, the guards of the bar came in time to stop him by grabbing him by the arms as tightly as they could. The man begun grunting very loudly, screaming incomprehensible words at them and Robert.



“What the hell do you think you’re doi-” said one of the guards, who was about to drag the maniac away to the other side of the road, until the other bodyguard, whose grip was considerably weaker since he had drunk one too many shots from the bar, began vomiting at the sight of the green car. The guard was distracted by this bullcrap, which allowed Steven to hit him in the face as hard as he could with the steering lock, and curb stomped the other guard’s head into the pavement right into his own vomit.



“what the fuck….” said Robert once more.



The man took advantage of the situation and entered the bar as if he didn’t even notice what he had just done, lock still in hand, with blood dripping from its edge. “They were in the way.” he told Robert almost casually, as he closed the doors with force.



“Wait, what is happening back there?” Cal said as he heard stuff. He stood up and walked towards the entrance to see what was going on. ‘Wait, is that a car?’ Cal thought to himself as he saw the riced 350z with vomit upgrade stage two on it and he began to laugh real damn hard. “Oh my god, what’s going on here?” Cal asked one of the guards, which was unfortunately the drunk one.



“uuurghhaaarrruuuuuuhhh…” replied the drunk guard, his head lying in a pool of his own blood, urine, and vomit, not even realizing what just happened to him.



Meanwhile, inside the club, the man had got himself seated at the counter, hiding his bloody lock-slash-blunt weapon of choice under his chair. Nobody could notice it since they were busy dancing and/or getting wasted. Except for John and maybe another two persons who were close to the door and not drunk and/or getting wasted.



“Oh, Steven, you’re back already? Didn’t you just tell me a few days ago this was the last time you were ever drinking something alcoholic?” said the bartender, while attending to a few other customers and cleaning up after the drunk ones’ mess.



“Very funny, Abby. Now shut up and get me a bottle of Corona.” Steven replied, with an unusually happy tone, while looking around the club in case someone had noticed his weapon under his chair.



“Coming right up, psycho.” she replied with a smile.



Outside the huge party, in the meantime, Cal got back in the club and took a seat next to John again. Meanwhile outside the nightclub, Robert was able to call the cops as well as the ambulance...



“hello nine one one i have a situation here”



“Hello sir, could you please give us more details?”



“uhh… you know that nightclub in downtown rosewood? some angry underweight gorilla somehow took out the bodyguards with a steering wheel lock and got in”



“Sir, I’m going to need something more descriptive than an underweight gorilla. There is no zoo in Darke County, just for your information.”



“it was an angry underweight gorillallirog with blonde hair and black clothes.”



“Excuse me, what? A gorillallirog? Uhh… all units on non-priority calls, please respond to a 4-72 at Downtown Rosewood’s nightclub. Sir, I’m bringing some EMTs there in case a major injury has been inflicted. Please hold.”



“yes yes the bodyguards are bleeding and one of them them vomited over my car he was drunk i think” said a worried Robert as screams were heard.



*hangs up*



Meanwhile inside the nightclub...



Steven, either unaware or didn’t care if the heat came, drank up to 5 shots within the 8 minutes he was seated at the counter. “This is one of my only safe places from my own mind… Not the time to get drunk, though.” he thought, looking at the various lights shining back and forth coming from Brittany’s set.



“That’s enough for tonight, Abigail. If Dad catches me drinking again, he’ll cut me off from my monthly 3.5k. That bastard won’t let me enjoy anything fun anymore.” Steven told the bartender, grabbing his keys and his bloody lock, and leaving the counter towards the open exit. What he didn’t know is, another person who was smart enough to see what he was hiding under his pretty little chair was also coming out of the drunk den.



John decided to go out of the nightclub for a bit, not noticing Steven casually walking towards his Lexus beside him, where he saw the two injured bodyguards and a kinda scared Robert with his riced Z, vomit flowing from one of its headlights. At this point, cop sirens could be heard. Robert rushed to the entry of the club with a frowning John following. He noticed that the anorexic guy wasn’t in anymore.



The Police arrived in a single Crown Victoria unit, parking beside the riced Z. The officers got out quickly, one of them opening the door extra aggressively and denting the Z. Both officers then surveyed the crowd. Immediately afterwards, an amberlamps came as well, with paramedics coming out to treat the guard that was mortally wounded by a blonde “underweight gorillallirog”... whatever the fuck that was.



Steven was just about to get into his Lexus when the cops arrived on the scene, lock stained with blood, urine, and vomit in hand. He screamed at the cops and showed off his lock to them, raising it high above his head.

He screamed “Oh, you want me in your piss back seat!? You have no idea what the fuck you’re up against, do you!?”



The maniac entered his car, started the car, and immediately accelerated towards one of the cops, with evil intentions in mind.



“Oh crap!” The cops yelled out, jumping out of the way before taking out their pistols and firing at the SC400.



Its driver couldn’t help laughing as shots were fired towards his head. The grin on his face, beaming from ear-to-ear, was the most sinister sight anyone in Darke County had seen yet - It’s as if he wanted to die right then and there, but was happy they failed to hit him.



Back inside the nightclub, John, Robert, Cal and 2 other sober persons near the door heard the gunshots, plus both John and Robert noticed that the crazy blonde underweight guy/“gorillallirog” wasn’t in anymore.



“I heard sirens earlier. Did you call the cops?” John asked Robert.



“uhhh yeah cops and now gunshits” Robert said by mistake.



“Must have been the cops shooting at that underweight guy.” John replied, getting over Robert’s misspell of the word gunshots. “And your car is helping drunk people to vomit. I’ll assume the Z outside I saw is your car because you look riced just like it.” John continued, noticing Robert’s flashy shoes and glasses, then he sat down on the sofa near Cal and took a sip from his drink



“yea man but i like rice and that’s all that matter… fuck this shit, i must clean my Z of vomit and blood, i hope that gorilla is gone.” Robert said as he was preparing to exit the nightclub, but then he saw Brittany at the DJ booth. “oh my god what a fucking hot DJ guise do u kno her?”



“Bleh, why are John and Cal looking so depressed? And who the hell is that flashy guy ogling at me?!” Brittany thought as she took a look.



“Yeah, we know her.” Cal said to Robert. “You jelly?”



“I would stop ogling at her if I was you because she or someone else may make you pay for it. Just a fair warning.” John replied.

“ok ok… one of ya is her boyfriend?”



“Yeh, him.” Cal said and pointed at John.



“oh shit FUCK OFF” Robert said as he ran to the exit. John laughed. “I wasn’t going to beat him up or something.”



Cal laughed too. “That would be hilarious tho.”



“Nah, Brittany beating him up would be hilarious.”



“Ahah, yeah.”



Exiting the nightclub, Robert noticed that the forensics arrived and they blocked the access in the zone where the guards got attacked, with the Z about to get taken for some investigation/inspection. The ambulance was gone as it took both the dead and the almost dead guards. No sign of cops was left either as they started chasing the underweight & blonde suspect. A few more persons exited the club to witness all this, including John and Cal, Brittany, and the club’s owner.



“Those must have been some dumb guards, not to mention one of them seemed to be drunk. Either way, this was a fucking underweight psychopath. If such people are able to enter nightclubs, fine… but I’m not letting Brittany work in such places anymore. Or I’ll always join her.” John thought. Meanwhile, Robert was more concerned about his ‘car’, not giving a single fuck about the guards or anything else for that matter.



Day 4 (4th September, Thursday, 2014)

Noon

Downtown Rosewood



Around 12 hours have passed since Robert’s Z was taken for inspection, and he finally got his hands back on it now. The Z had just some minor damage along with remains of both vomit and blood, which Robert decided to not fix for now.



OOC: This is where dis part ends hehe bwoai




IC:


2-A: More crew stuff plus nightclub chaos/drama

Day 3 (3rd September, Wednesday, 2014)
23:25
Diggy Donuts, Petersburg, Rosewood

As Cal was cruising through the streets of Rosewood, he drove past a Donut Shop and decided to stop there for a short break. After he got out of his car, he noticed a BMW 850Ci next to him ‘Wait, isn’t that… nah.’ He thought to himself a bit uncertain. As he entered the shop, he saw a pale raven-haired girl sitting there, soon he realized that it was Britanny from the race 2 days ago.

After Cal ordered some donuts, he went over to Brit and said: “Hey, Brittany. Didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Brittany took a look at Cal and replied. “I’m not here, it’s a trap.”

“Alright then.”

“Jeez… from where do you know my name?”

“I’m pretty sure that we were at the same race 2 days ago at masterson harbour. I was that Supra guy.”

“Oh, I think I remember you. So what’s your name again?”

“I’m Cal, Cal Carlson”

“Nice to meet you Cal. For how long you’ve been around?”

“For about, umm… 2 months now. Not that long. how about you?”

“Just 1 month longer than you.”

”Huh. so how do you like it here?”

“I kinda got used to the place, and you?”

“Ehh, I actually kinda like it here. Well, there are some places with much space to drift around, more than in my home town.”

“Yay finally someone who likes drifting.”

“So, you like drifting too? That’s awesome!”

“Yup.” Brittany replied before taking a bite from her donut.

“So, umm. I the seat occupied?” Cal asked looking at the seat in front of Brittany.

“Nope.” Brittany replied.

“Allright” Cal said and took a seat. “So, umm. I was actually thinking of creating a drifter crew with some other drifters here and maybe you would like to join.” He continued and took a bite of his donut.

“Sure thing! In fact I was looking for such a crew.” She replied.

”Nice. I also met another guy who may join the crew too, so I will see when I will organize a meetup.”

“I see… what he’s driving?” Brittany asked.

“A 240sx, looks pretty nice.”

“Eh, I wish more drivers would dare to drift using not a Japanese car.”

“Yeh, would be more interesting, but hey, the Supra is my dream car so I have no other choice for now.”

“So what’s your occupation? I mean if you have any.”

”Drifting” Cal said with a little laugh. “But I’m also a mechanic, trying to make money somehow.”

“Haha… I’m a DJ.”

“Aha, so where do you work?”

“Various nightclubs of the city.”

”hmm… well, I’m working in my garage if you want to know. Well, it’s not really my garage, since the rest of the house is abandoned. I live next to it.”

“Aww… I live in some small apartment in Downtown Rosewood.”

”So, not so far from here, huh?”

“Yeah, I moved here with my boyfriend from London. Where do you come from?”

“I come all the way from Poland, and live at Masterson Shipyard in Camden in some old warehouse.”

“Want me to ask John if you can live with us till you get an actual place of your own?”

“Well, I would appreciate it but it’s ok. I mean, I can stay here for a bit, but I have that repair shop thing going on there.”

“For a bit meaning…?”

”Dunno, a week or so.”

“Lemme call John.” Brittany replied then she called John.

“Hey John what’s up?”

“Not much, just cleaning up the apartment and ordering some stuff in my room out of boredom. You?”

“I’m at the Donut shop in Rosewood. Mind to come?”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” John then dropped the call.

23:43

One spoilerless metallic black Skyline GT-R R32 arrived, parking near Brittany’s BMW 8 Series.

“Oh there he is.”

A kinda slim yet tall guy with black hair and blue eyes entered the shop, wearing a black spiked jacket.

”So, I guess that’s John.” Cal said

“Hey… what’s going on here?” John said as he took a seat between Cal and Brittany.

“Heya John, this guy’s Cal. You know the Supra racer from the previous race?”

”Sup John. I was that Supra guy at the race by the way.”

“Yeah, I remember you.”

“I remember you too. I think you finished right behind me.”

“The cops didn’t help.”

“Yeh, good thing we all got away from them.”

“I abandoned that ‘race’... anyways, Cal you want to tell John or I’ll do it?”

“Yeh, I don’t care”

“Cal is kinda poor, he lives in a warehouse. So I thought he could stay with us for a while, he said just a week.”

“And he’s probably also a drifter who just like you isn’t too serious about street racing.” John replied, chuckling a bit.

“Yeh, that’s right. I just race for fun, but also for the ca$h”

“Come on Johnny, it’s just a week…”

“You can stay, but can you handle a couple?”

”Yeah, sure.”

“And he can store his Supra inside our warehouse right?” Brittany asked. John nodded in response.

”Allright. Thanks man.”

A few seconds after the words came out of Cal’s mouth, another car arrived. Deciding to take a closer look after taking a bite out of his donut, he saw that it was another Supra, but nothing like his. It was dark blue, with white stripe livery, and a full-on time attack body kit.

Its driver stepped out of the car after parking it next to Cal’s very own Supra. A young man was revealed to be its driver, but his facial expression was that of a 30-year old.

“I figured this is where you’d go.” he said to John. “By the way, who are these two?” he further stated, pointing at both Cal’s Supra and Brittany’s 850Ci.

”Jesus Christ, that Supra is fresh. I’m Cal.” Cal replied looking at Seth’s Supra.

“I don’t drive this one much, but thanks. I’m Seth. I’m assuming that white one over there’s yours?”

“Yeh man, that’s mine. Nice to see another Supra around here.”

“Well, you see, I don’t really use this car often. It’s bare stock underneath the fancy bodykit and rear spoiler, but it gets the job done for me. What about yours?”

“Well, I’ve put some upgrades in my Supra. A custom ECU, brakes, drift suspension and tires and some seats and a steering wheel.”

“You’re a drifter, I see. I wouldn’t blame you, it’s like the roads in this county were made for sliding. Grippers like me don’t always do well when people in lighter cars decide to go sideways.”

“Yeh, I’m a drifter. This city are perfect for drifting, She’s also a drifter.” Cal said looking a Brittany.

Seth looked at Brittany, talking to John next to her BMW. “Who’s that, and what’s she doing with Mr. Hairdo?”

“Who the hell do you think you are to call him Mr. Hairdo? He’s my boyfriend!” Brittany replied possessively as she moved closer to John, who laughed.

“Now that’s a surprise!” Seth then replied, giggling along with John. “A girlfriend, eh? I wonder what else Mr. Hairdo’s hiding in his colorful head?” he added further, laughing harder as he was saying the words. “I guess some women have a hair fetish…”

Brittany laughed a bit too. “John told me about his new crew members. You must be one of them right?”

“Uhh, yeah. Something like that.” he replied, looking at the huge ass donut standing above them looking like it could fall any moment. “I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent gig, though. I have a life in Palmont too, mate.” Seth added, pronouncing the last word with a Brit’s accent, almost mocking her accent. “Good god, that accent, how does the hair-man live with it every night?”

“You two forgot to introduce yourselves to each other, so I’ll do it. Seth, this is Brittany. Brittany, this is Seth.” John replied.

“Ugh this guy makes me wanna beat him for mocking John’s hair and my accent, what a crew member.” Brittany thought then replied. “Yeah yeah, thanks for the intros. Nice to meet you too Seth.”
“Should’ve told Ellie and I about her sooner, rainbow man.” Seth told John, eating his donut in a more casual way than usual.

“Why the rush?” John asked.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that at least I’d like to know a bit more about the colorful personal life of our colorful leader.”

“You do now.” Brittany replied.

“There’s nothing really interesting about my personal life.” John replied and shrugged. “My past is more interesting.”

“Your hair’s really interesting, though.” the blue Supra’s driver stated, walking to the donut shop’s counter to grab a pair of them.

“So, umm, where do you two live?” Cal asked John and Brittany.

“Downtown Rosewood.” Brittany replied.

”So, right around here?”

“Follow our cars later inside yours later when we leave.” John replied.

“You know, I was thinking of staying in their place for a second, but Gray Point’s a nice change of pace from Kempton.” said the other Supra’s driver. “Especially with Eleanor around.” he further chimed in, turning away from them as he said it.

“Yeh, Gray Point is a very nice place. So, are we going?” Cal asked.

“I should probably take my leave too. I love that place, but the nearest donut shop is miles away. See you around, Blue Streak and Britain.” replied Seth, saying the last word with Brittany’s accent once again, and with a giggle, as he was leaving the shop. “Oh, and you too, Cal.” he added as soon as he got his Supra started.

“Cya, Seth.” Cal said to Seth.

Seth opened his driver’s window to wave at the trio, and sped off further towards the east.

“What the hell did he call me?” Brittany said, not paying attention to what Seth said earlier.

“Pretty much your name… with your accent. He’s also mocking me in a different way, see my hair. I don’t mind it.” John replied.

“Let’s wait till he makes a joke about me.” Cal said with a little laugh.

“Let’s not.” Brittany replied, then switched the subject. “Going to tell John about your crew, Cal?”

“Yeh. So I want to create a drifter crew and it would be nice if Brittany could join, so yeah.”

“I didn’t really meant that Cal, I don’t need his approval.” Brittany replied as he rolled her eyes.

“That’s true.” John replied. “I’m just glad that Brittany found a fitting crew.”

“Oh. well I thought you two were planning to create a crew together or something... nevermind then.”

“Wow… how did you…” Brittany replied.

“I am weird as fuck so don’t ask me anything.”

“Well, she was in my crew. But we figured that a couple composed of a serious racer and not a so serious racer part of the same crew isn’t a good match.” John replied.

“Alright then. So, what now?”

“We’re going home I guess.” Brittany replied as she got up.

“Yeah, follow us.” John replied as he got up too and shortly entered his car.

Cal also got up and entered his car. Brittany got in her BMW too.

Day 4 (4th September, Thursday, 2014)
00:10
Black Riders and Brittany’s Warehouse, Downtown Rosewood

Brittany got out of her car to open the door. She and the two others got their cars in afterwards. The warehouse’s walls were white and the bricks were black. It was large enough to store 9 cars at once. The place was strongly illuminated by some lights placed on the ceiling once John turned them on. Along with a black Hummer H1 there were some tools for repairing cars and a wooden table with some chairs here and there.

“Wow, that’s a huge warehouse, and nice Hummer.” Cal said shortly after he got out of his Supra.

“I found it a couple of months ago in the countryside.” Brittany replied.

“It was in a kinda terrible condition. Had to get towed by a truck to here and I spent some days and cash on repairing it.” John added.

”Looks like you’ve done some good work on it.” Cal said to John.

“Guys I gotta go to work now. You can come with me or stay here and get bored.” Brittany said after checking the time on her smartphone, then she headed to the Hummer.

”I can do some stuff if you want. I know some stuff about car builds. Well maybe.” Cal said to John

“I’m the mechanic here, she’s just a DJ. Well, not my job anymore but I used to be one.” John replied.

”Yeah, so I’ll just get bored.”

“What she meant is that we could go at the nightclub where she’s DJing.” John replied as Brittany got in the Hummer.

“So, let’s get bored there.”

“Hey, wait a second.” John shouted to Brittany. “I’m coming inside the Hummer. Cal you want in too or you’ll follow us in the Supra?”

”I’ll take my Supra. I better not get drunk tho.”

“That’s the point. If you get drunk, we’ll take care of and you won’t have to take care of your Supra by keeping it here.” John replied.

”Umm, yeh. So let’s leave it here.”

Cal got inside the Hummer which was parked on the sidewalk by Brittany. John turned off the lights of the warehouse and closed the warehouse’s door before entering the Hummer. Brittany drove off when John got in.

00:20
Nightclub, Downtown Rosewood

The nightclub was literally full of laser lights, mostly green and pink lights, and crowds of people, who were making additional noise. Most of the noises were either drunks having their moments, or just the typical noisy dancing in the environment they were in. A trance song by deadmau5 was being played on repeat for the last half hour or so. Brittany took a different entry to reach the DJ booth without hassle, replacing the other DJ who has worked ever since 8 PM.

John bought a non-alcoholic cocktail from the bar of the nightclub, then sat down on the small sofa near Cal.

”So, I’ll get a drink too.” Cal said after John sat down, walked to the bar and ordered some Beer Buster. After that, he walked back to John and sat down next to him.

While this was happening, a dark gray Lexus SC400 parked itself next to the trio’s huge ass Hummer. Its driver tried stepping out of the door gently, but the Hummer’s wheels were so wide, that they were in the way of the door’s path. He got pissed, grabbed his steering wheel lock, and used it to push as hard as he could against the Hummer until it finally budged. The man, an anorexic blonde-haired man in black stepped out of the car, with a look of extreme anger in his eyes.

“This goddamn lump of lard… No, it’s not worth it. I shouldn’t try that in a place like this, not with those two watching.”

He took a few slow steps towards the bar’s door, his lock still in hand. The man was at the door until a few blue lights blinded him for a bit. He looked behind him, and what he saw next stirred quite a storm of overwhelming disgust in his head - a 350Z, but terribly ruined by your usual Underground fanboy. There was the space-age bodykit, the obnoxious Pearlescent green paint, and the neons all over the interior and the exterior of the car. Not to mention, a graffiti artist’s paradise on its sides, and a jet-styled rear wing that didn’t have any effect but add weight to its rear end since this thing wasn’t going to go at high speed anytime soon.

“hey dude what the fuck you look a crayon” Robert said to the anorexic man.

The man stared at him for a few seconds with such contempt and disgust in his eyes, then after a quick look at the Z, he raised his lock as high as he could above his head to start smashing the damn thing.

Just before he could swing it down on the poor ricerilla’s hood, the guards of the bar came in time to stop him by grabbing him by the arms as tightly as they could. The man begun grunting very loudly, screaming incomprehensible words at them and Robert.

“What the hell do you think you’re doi-” said one of the guards, who was about to drag the maniac away to the other side of the road, until the other bodyguard, whose grip was considerably weaker since he had drunk one too many shots from the bar, began vomiting at the sight of the green car. The guard was distracted by this bullcrap, which allowed Steven to hit him in the face as hard as he could with the steering lock, and curb stomped the other guard’s head into the pavement right into his own vomit.

“what the fuck….” said Robert once more.

The man took advantage of the situation and entered the bar as if he didn’t even notice what he had just done, lock still in hand, with blood dripping from its edge. “They were in the way.” he told Robert almost casually, as he closed the doors with force.

“Wait, what is happening back there?” Cal said as he heard stuff. He stood up and walked towards the entrance to see what was going on. ‘Wait, is that a car?’ Cal thought to himself as he saw the riced 350z with vomit upgrade stage two on it and he began to laugh real damn hard. “Oh my god, what’s going on here?” Cal asked one of the guards, which was unfortunately the drunk one.

“uuurghhaaarrruuuuuuhhh…” replied the drunk guard, his head lying in a pool of his own blood, urine, and vomit, not even realizing what just happened to him.

Meanwhile, inside the club, the man had got himself seated at the counter, hiding his bloody lock-slash-blunt weapon of choice under his chair. Nobody could notice it since they were busy dancing and/or getting wasted. Except for John and maybe another two persons who were close to the door and not drunk and/or getting wasted.

“Oh, Steven, you’re back already? Didn’t you just tell me a few days ago this was the last time you were ever drinking something alcoholic?” said the bartender, while attending to a few other customers and cleaning up after the drunk ones’ mess.

“Very funny, Abby. Now shut up and get me a bottle of Corona.” Steven replied, with an unusually happy tone, while looking around the club in case someone had noticed his weapon under his chair.

“Coming right up, psycho.” she replied with a smile.

Outside the huge party, in the meantime, Cal got back in the club and took a seat next to John again. Meanwhile outside the nightclub, Robert was able to call the cops as well as the ambulance...

“hello nine one one i have a situation here”

“Hello sir, could you please give us more details?”

“uhh… you know that nightclub in downtown rosewood? some angry underweight gorilla somehow took out the bodyguards with a steering wheel lock and got in”

“Sir, I’m going to need something more descriptive than an underweight gorilla. There is no zoo in Darke County, just for your information.”

“it was an angry underweight gorillallirog with blonde hair and black clothes.”

“Excuse me, what? A gorillallirog? Uhh… all units on non-priority calls, please respond to a 4-72 at Downtown Rosewood’s nightclub. Sir, I’m bringing some EMTs there in case a major injury has been inflicted. Please hold.”

“yes yes the bodyguards are bleeding and one of them them vomited over my car he was drunk i think” said a worried Robert as screams were heard.

*hangs up*

Meanwhile inside the nightclub...

Steven, either unaware or didn’t care if the heat came, drank up to 5 shots within the 8 minutes he was seated at the counter. “This is one of my only safe places from my own mind… Not the time to get drunk, though.” he thought, looking at the various lights shining back and forth coming from Brittany’s set.

“That’s enough for tonight, Abigail. If Dad catches me drinking again, he’ll cut me off from my monthly 3.5k. That bastard won’t let me enjoy anything fun anymore.” Steven told the bartender, grabbing his keys and his bloody lock, and leaving the counter towards the open exit. What he didn’t know is, another person who was smart enough to see what he was hiding under his pretty little chair was also coming out of the drunk den.

John decided to go out of the nightclub for a bit, not noticing Steven casually walking towards his Lexus beside him, where he saw the two injured bodyguards and a kinda scared Robert with his riced Z, vomit flowing from one of its headlights. At this point, cop sirens could be heard. Robert rushed to the entry of the club with a frowning John following. He noticed that the anorexic guy wasn’t in anymore.

The Police arrived in a single Crown Victoria unit, parking beside the riced Z. The officers got out quickly, one of them opening the door extra aggressively and denting the Z. Both officers then surveyed the crowd. Immediately afterwards, an amberlamps came as well, with paramedics coming out to treat the guard that was mortally wounded by a blonde “underweight gorillallirog”... whatever the fuck that was.

Steven was just about to get into his Lexus when the cops arrived on the scene, lock stained with blood, urine, and vomit in hand. He screamed at the cops and showed off his lock to them, raising it high above his head.
He screamed “Oh, you want me in your piss back seat!? You have no idea what the fuck you’re up against, do you!?”

The maniac entered his car, started the car, and immediately accelerated towards one of the cops, with evil intentions in mind.

“Oh crap!” The cops yelled out, jumping out of the way before taking out their pistols and firing at the SC400.

Its driver couldn’t help laughing as shots were fired towards his head. The grin on his face, beaming from ear-to-ear, was the most sinister sight anyone in Darke County had seen yet - It’s as if he wanted to die right then and there, but was happy they failed to hit him.

Back inside the nightclub, John, Robert, Cal and 2 other sober persons near the door heard the gunshots, plus both John and Robert noticed that the crazy blonde underweight guy/“gorillallirog” wasn’t in anymore.

“I heard sirens earlier. Did you call the cops?” John asked Robert.

“uhhh yeah cops and now gunshits” Robert said by mistake.

“Must have been the cops shooting at that underweight guy.” John replied, getting over Robert’s misspell of the word gunshots. “And your car is helping drunk people to vomit. I’ll assume the Z outside I saw is your car because you look riced just like it.” John continued, noticing Robert’s flashy shoes and glasses, then he sat down on the sofa near Cal and took a sip from his drink

“yea man but i like rice and that’s all that matter… fuck this shit, i must clean my Z of vomit and blood, i hope that gorilla is gone.” Robert said as he was preparing to exit the nightclub, but then he saw Brittany at the DJ booth. “oh my god what a fucking hot DJ guise do u kno her?”

“Bleh, why are John and Cal looking so depressed? And who the hell is that flashy guy ogling at me?!” Brittany thought as she took a look.

“Yeah, we know her.” Cal said to Robert. “You jelly?”

“I would stop ogling at her if I was you because she or someone else may make you pay for it. Just a fair warning.” John replied.
“ok ok… one of ya is her boyfriend?”

“Yeh, him.” Cal said and pointed at John.

“oh shit FUCK OFF” Robert said as he ran to the exit. John laughed. “I wasn’t going to beat him up or something.”

Cal laughed too. “That would be hilarious tho.”

“Nah, Brittany beating him up would be hilarious.”

“Ahah, yeah.”

Exiting the nightclub, Robert noticed that the forensics arrived and they blocked the access in the zone where the guards got attacked, with the Z about to get taken for some investigation/inspection. The ambulance was gone as it took both the dead and the almost dead guards. No sign of cops was left either as they started chasing the underweight & blonde suspect. A few more persons exited the club to witness all this, including John and Cal, Brittany, and the club’s owner.

“Those must have been some dumb guards, not to mention one of them seemed to be drunk. Either way, this was a fucking underweight psychopath. If such people are able to enter nightclubs, fine… but I’m not letting Brittany work in such places anymore. Or I’ll always join her.” John thought. Meanwhile, Robert was more concerned about his ‘car’, not giving a single fuck about the guards or anything else for that matter.

“Brittany, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Since we have two bodyguards down, I have to close the place down for at least a month while I look for smarter and stronger guards, so I’ll just keep in touch to tell you if you’re still getting paid for the month or not. By the way, did you see who killed them?” the owner said, almost at the point of vomiting himself at the sight of blood, urine, and vomit combined into one sickening liquid.

As one of the guards was her friend, Brittany had an emotional wreck and started kicking the trio’s Hummer until its fender was bent to shit. She hugged John, crying for both her friend and her safety.

“I think that guy is in a black Lexus or something.” Cal said.

“If I’m right, the cops are chasing the suspect right now.” John replied while dealing with Brittany’s hug and crying.

“Yeah.. I should send my condolences to Arnold’s family. That fucking psycho, I’ll make sure he gets the crap beaten out of him next time he steps through the doors. I’ll keep in touch.” said the owner, leaving the club in his Ford Fiesta.

Early morning
John and Brittany’s apartment, Downtown Rosewood

The trio arrived home as they made their way into the living room.

“I just can’t believe they’d let that twat in the club after he fucking bludgeoned Arnold to death…” Brittany said, propped up on the couch like a small child’s crying doll.

“Everything will be fine,” Cal said as he sat down next to Brittany to comfort her. “The cops, or someone else, will get this asshole soon.”

“An underweight psychopath does not simply makes it past two bodyguards… well, ok. This was an exceptional case because one of them was drunk and a ricer came.” John replied.

“Who fucking cares!? Arnold’s dead, James is in a coma, and the club’s closed down for a whole month!” Brittany screamed, kicking the lamp out of the window, landing and shattering near the trio’s warehouse.”Tell me, John, how the hell am I getting paid this month like this!?”

“I don’t know. And I’m sorry for acting coldly, Arnold and James didn’t deserve this.” John replied saddened.

“Yeah, they really didn’t.” Cal added.

“NO SHIT!” she screamed, storming into her room and locking herself in. John just facepalmed.

“We’re not helping, Cal.”

“Yeh. This is some bullshit. Who the fuck does this allirogorilla think he is?” Cal shouted hitting the wall.

“Fuck him and the ricer and his way of calling criminals.” John replied, then got up and said something to Brittany as he got closer to her door. “Brittany, we shouldn’t have discussions because of a psychopath. The tragedy that happened should unite us!”

“Good night, John.” she said crossly, getting into her bed, and crying herself to sleep. With Brittany being his weak point, John was easily touched by this as tears dropped from his eyes.

“Good night, Cal. Sleep on the couch if you can.” John said as he headed to his room, where he tried to put himself in Brittany’s place.

“Alright man. Good night.” Cal said and lay down on the couch. ‘dayum, that’s some drama going on here. I can understand John there, but still...’ He thought and somehow fell asleep.