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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2014 16:31:39 GMT 1
1.1 I won the race, but what now?
Day 1
0:06
Wombat Stadium, Rosewood.
As Ichiro crossed the line, there was no time for celebration for the police were now highly focused on apprehending him as a priority target. As soon as he exited the stadium with at least three Taurus SHOs in pursuit, he took a left turn in the rough direction of Camden, with two Charger R/T’s immediately joining the pursuit. That was not the end of new arrivals as a strange looking red car joined the pursuit. Initially Ichiro took it as possibly being the Civic he just raced and ignored it. As the now rather large group of police cars pursued him, the red car slowly but surely caught up, passing the cruisers and Ichiro with seemingly no difficulty. This allowed Ichiro to take a closer look at the car, at which point he noticed that the driver was waving his arm at him, as if he were signalling Ichiro to follow him. Seeing as the group of now 6 police cars(A Jeep having joined the pursuit moments earlier) was not dwindling whatsoever, Ichiro decided to follow what looked like a Lancer Evo wagon through the road that now began to twist and turn. Though certainly larger, the Mitsubishi handled it with surprising ease which was not the case for the police Jeep, forcing it to give up after a few turns. Soon the Evo took a sudden left turn into a two lane road, losing 3 more of the cruisers leaving a Charger R/T and a Taurus SHO in pursuit of the white Impreza that had, with a little trouble, managed to keep up with the Mitsubishi. Another right turn saw the Taurus SHO go wide and hit the wall, slowing it down considerably.
“Whoever it is they must know the streets here well..” Ichiro thought, continuing to follow the wagon.
The road straightened out now, and the two rally cars slowly but surely pulled away from the remaining Charger though they did not break visual yet. The Evo’s brakelights flared up suddenly, and the red car turned into a single car wide alleyway with Ichiro following him with little to no issue. The Charger, however, missed the entry and merely turned left moments later using the street to follow the two cars’ predicted path. It would be partially succesful as the two launched out of the alleyway, across the street and ducked into another alleyway before the cop was able to do much.
The two soon took a small jump out of the alleyway, right as the Charger was heading towards them which saw the two leap past the police car and start running in the opposite direction. As the Evo and Impreza rushed through the now two lane road, the Charger attempted to follow them but quickly lost visual as the two headed towards what on the outside appeared to be some sort of car shop. Ahead of them, police lights lit up the walls showing that they were not yet home free, though the Evo took a sudden turn to the right, driving right into the apparently open shop. Seeing as the other option was quite risky by this point, Ichiro followed in with the Impreza making it through the door before the police were able to once again establish visual contact.
Garage doors closed almost immediately after the Impreza had entered. The shop’s interior was dark, though from the car headlamps a few silhouettes of a few vehicles could be seen. A few moments passed, with the noise of sirens trailing away. Around a minute later, the Evo’s engine was switched off, and the shop’s lights turned on.
After the brief moment of blinding light, the vehicles within could be seen clearly. Along with the Evo, was a BMW M Coupe, a tow truck, 2 police Mustang interceptors and a heavily modified Ferrari 355. The driver of the Evo exited his car, revealing himself to man around mid 30s, wearing a jacket, jeans and running shoes.
“You can exit your car now.” The man said.
“What’s going on here..?” Ichiro thought as he, with rather few ‘options’, exited the Impreza slowly.
“You’re a good driver.” The man started. “A bit too trusting though.”
Ichiro cast a quick look at the cars. Police vehicles. “A trap?” “What is this?” he asked.
“Recruitment.” The man stated. “Though, not for the police, so to say.”
“What else could you need me for, then?” Ichiro said.
“I need eyes and ears, without eyes and ears watching and listening onto what I do. Undercover work, but without the paperwork.”
“And why should I agree?”
“Because you followed me into here.” As the man said that, two others joined him with rifles in hand. “My name is Vincent Eilerts, Captain of the RPD. The moment you came in here your fate went into my hands.”
“Very well. So it’s because you’ve got the numbers and the guns on your side.” Ichiro said. After a moment, he added: “What’s the catch?”
“Nothing too special. You already indulge in illegal activities. I mainly need you to get involved in the depths of what this city has to offer. Blacklist being prime, with any other organizations that pop up….” Vincent then paused for a moment. “What do you do other than this? Job, Occupation, etc.”
“I’m a mechanic.”
“Hired or self employed?”
After a brief moment, Ichiro answered: “Self employed.”
Vincent smiled a bit. “All the better. See, this city, it’s a bit more than just street racing. People get scared when there’s nothing to gain. That race you won, what was the prize?”
“Cash, most likely.”
“... If there’s an organizer, you’ll get contacted. Anyways, that money doesn’t come from nowhere, and with that many racers in that race, you didn’t spend any sort of entrance fee, did you?”
“No.”
“So they’re just giving money away. Nobody is that charitable. Keep that in mind. Try to get more customers to your garage. A cycle starts somewhere, and all those guys who lost, who got their cars dinged, they all go to one place.” Vincent gave a signal for the other two guys to stand down.
“Probably not mine. I’m not the only mechanic here.”
“Work for me, you’ll get more business. Not that you have the choice, but just so you know, many shops indulge in jobs that’s easy to get a sting on.”
“I keep my business clean. Off the streets anyway.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Race, Fix, etc. customers can be scared off other shops, and I’ll need the race information for my own purposes. Or any other information.”
“So you want me to work undercover without any paperwork. What are the chances I won’t get your friends on my tail the moment I leave this place. Assuming I agree to this.”
Vincent took a box out of his Evo. “Radar detector, I assume you know how these work…. Plus, did those units look like they knew what was going on when I joined in?”
“No. But this could have been staged. It was almost too easy.”
“Why do you think I sit behind a desk now? I made things too hard.”
“So I am to believe those were not under your actual control. Not everyone wants the same as you?”
“Your skepticism is fair, I’ll give you that. I could just arrest you right now in any case. Why should I bother more units in the way for one guy.”
“So let’s say I agree to this, you don’t arrest me right now and let me go just like that?”
“Well, I do need your phone number. And name. In fact, this would be easier if I just get your license.”
“Easier for you, that is. I’ll settle for the first two unless you insist.”
“Fair enough.”
With this information(and the two rifle armed friends Vincent had), Ichiro took a moment to hand Vincent one of the few business cards he had.
“They’ll probably tail me all the way to the kitchen anyway.” He thought.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Amaya.” Vincent said, as the Garage doors began to reopen.
“In that case, I don’t need to stay here any longer.” Ichiro replied, and after a moment headed back towards his car. Once inside, noting that nobody was trying to stop him, he fired up the Impreza and promptly left.
The drive home from there on was just a matter of sneaking around the police and aided by the radar detector, Ichiro soon found himself back at his place in Point Camden.
Exiting the Impreza once he parked it in the driveway, he noted a minor scratch on the left of the car.
“That must be the mistake I made involving the Civic. Shouldn’t be too difficult though..” He thought. Once the inspection was over, he locked the car and went on to his flat. The flat itself was your average Camden place save for the fact that it was obvious the owner never really bothered himself with any guests or anything like that. It was more of a place to spend the night in than an actual home, but that was all Ichiro needed anyway. Especially with the new ‘arrangement’ he found himself in.
“Well, I knew racing would be over sooner or later. But that I’d actually have to work towards that goal myself? On the other hand… I’ve gotten away without spending the night in jail. And they do want me to continue racing as well… it could be worse. I’m still free to continue what I’ve been doing until now.” Ichiro thought about the advantageous(in some ways) deal he got with the cops. Well, some of the cops, as it turned out they weren’t all pulling in the same direction.
“That might come in handy. The law is not as organized as it would like to be, it seems.”
With that, it was clear to Ichiro that he had to be careful now. True, he’d gotten away with no real consequences just now… but there was nothing stopping the cop he was now ‘unofficially’ working for from just throwing him into jail should he ‘try’ anything.
“Still, if I do things right I might just walk away free and, hopefully, with some cash.”
For now though, Ichiro decided to simply continue racing. Afterall, it was precisely what was being asked of him…
Day 2
8:00 AM
Point Camden
Ichiro woke up later than usual, though that was not a problem at all. Being able to start work whenever he pleased was one of the benefits of owning his own, however small, garage. Even so, it was not work that Ichiro had in mind now as he still had to grab his winnings from the night’s run. Although usually he did not take so long to prepare, Ichiro took his time and so roughly 40 minutes later he was ready to leave. The same, however, could not be said about his Impreza which was slightly dirty from the last night’s stadium run. That meant Ichiro spent another 20 minutes or so on a quick wash, afterwards departing towards Petersburg where a SMS message from the race organizer pointed him to. Once there, he noted the presence of a Toyota MR2. The same one that was at the start line of the Rockport race which meant… it was the right donut shop that he soon stopped next to.
“Hey.” Ichiro greeted the girl standing next to the MR2, who turned out to be Henri. The race organizer that actually got things done.
“Bonjour.” Henri responded.
“I’m here for my last night’s winnings.”
“Right. And which car, pray tell, were you?”
“The white Impreza.”
“Right, the winner, le vainqueur. Here you are.” Henri said as she retrieved the second briefcase from the MR2’s passenger seat.
“Thank you.” With this, Ichiro promptly left with the briefcase which, after inspection, contained all of a rather decent sum of $7,500.
After that, Ichiro went on to his garage to open up shop. With the race victory it wasn’t so much that he desperately needed money now, but it could still prove useful at some point. Besides, the experience he’d get by working on people’s cars was probably the real pay off anyway. That and… who knew when the next race would be organized? With the enthusiastic police response the latest event had, Ichiro figured he’d probably spend the next few days just working away at this or that in the garage rather than in the streets.
2.1 So I finished the race, but it’s not over yet..
0:06, Wombat Stadium, Rosewood.
The race was over. Jason was certain he’d won nothing and almost as sure that he’d finished last or close to that. There was just one more problem, cops were everywhere though after a few moments it became clear that, having dropped as far back as he did, most of the police force out to stop this race went after the leaders and anyone nearby which left him with two Taurus SHO units on his tail.
As soon as he reached the highway, Jason turned right immediately with a simple plan in mind: Floor it and hope the cops aren’t fast enough to keep up. The Charger struggled briefly to gain traction due to the sudden change of direction but once it got its bearings, all Jason had to do was just run. The police vehicles, in comparison, mostly understeered which certainly wasn’t optimal but still allowed them to keep close to the Dodge.
However soon it became apparent that the Charger had at least as much power as the police units, weighed far less and had plenty more of torque to use and as the muscle car began to pull away from the Fords, the cops could only watch it disappear as the highway turned east.
Minutes later, Jason hid inside the car wash of a gas station. Though his car wasn’t a particularly easy one to hide, it would not be until at least 40 seconds later that a police car went past the station, followed by another one roughly 10 seconds later. As neither of the two noticed the Charger, Jason continued waiting while thinking about the route to take to reach his place.
As it turned out, he was a short two minute drive away from where he lived. The only real issue was the police presence which forced Jason to wait it out for nearly an hour as his car was flat out impossible to miss in the street traffic.
1:01 AM
Once the heat died down and his Charger was safely hidden away in the small garage that he had, Jason finally returned to his small flat. It was relatively clean though not because Jason paid much attention to keeping it that way. He couldn’t care less for that kind of thing and he pretty much lived in the garage anyway. As for what would the ‘people’ think? The only guests he could anticipate were probably Rockport’s ‘finest’ anyway so who gives a damn?
There were more pressing issues though as the first race was more or less a bust(and nearly literally so). He’d finished just ahead of last place, gotten his car damaged and wasted time. And all that just to achieve… exactly what? Though it did prove that the modifications he’d made to the Charger were a good idea after all. It didn’t really matter whether it was American technology that powered it or whether it was imported from wherever. The car ran well and save for some issues with the handling, it was a succesful test run.
“Still, there is room for improvement. I’ve done about all I can by now to the car’s chassis, replaced the transmission and made a few improvements to the handling gear. The body could use some more… aerodynamics. I’ll figure something out.” Jason thought as he inspected the car, having returned to the garage out of habit.
“Well, it’s taken some hits but nothing I can’t fix. I’m afraid that the engine might be getting too old at this point. I’ve restored it, but it’s still outdated technology. That though… will probably come later. It’s not going to be easy to pull the heavy V8 out and it’ll take too long right now.”
With this in mind, Jason soon passed out on his couch.
The following morning
10:21
With the outcome of the race as disappointing as it was, all that remained was for Jason to fix up his car and, hopefully, figure out how to modify the body to add a little bit of downforce to it. Of course, the answer could be simple in that Jason could add almost anything as the car’s factory body had little to no aero parts unlike most modern cars. There was just one problem with that: Even with the factory aerodynamics, most ‘modern’ cars still had a huge aftermarket base of parts. The Charger, though, was not modern by any means. Which meant that whatever Jason would choose to add, he’d have to also make it on his own or order a custom part from a garage.
“Yeah, I’m not going to let anyone touch this car just yet. Want something done, do it yourself.” Jason thought as he decided on the possible upgrades. Soon enough he narrowed it down to either a front lip or a rear spoiler. Finding it difficult to simply choose one or the other, Jason decided that he would try to make plans or blueprints for both of them and simply start with the spoiler first. That did not mean he wouldn’t make further additions later on…
Several hours later…
With a somewhat limited range of choices considering the Charger’s age, Jason’s idea ended up being a duck tail spoiler running the length of the Charger’s considerably wide trunk area. The other choices were either impractical or just too difficult to properly adapt to the muscle car’s brick-like shape and length. All that remained was to fabricate the part… for which Jason chose to use FRP as carbon fiber would most probably be slightly out of his reach for the time being. It would not be, however, until several hours later that Jason made any serious progress and even then he was forced to leave the completion of the spoiler until the following day.
“It’s taking more time than I thought it would, but it’s better safe than sorry. No need for screw ups because I do it too quickly. Plus I’ll have to test it in practice once it’s done… can’t really count on anyone helping me out, since this isn’t a popular choice for anything other than the strip.” Jason thought as he locked up his garage and soon fell asleep back in his small flat.
3.1 A race almost like an office job.
Day 1
0:09
Solitary Highway, I-94
As Nagato departed, he deliberately continued down the highway on the wrong side. He couldn’t be bothered to go around to take the correct lane, though a few minutes later as he turned left towards Downtown Palmont, he made the switch by unceremoniously driving across the road. With traffic being few and far between at this time, there wasn’t anyone who could object or do anything about it.
As he approached Downtown Palmont, he briefly thought to himself about the whole race. If anyone asked him, he’d probably say it was simply boring. Nothing much happened, once he lost the lead he nearly regained it very quickly. It seemed as if the only real challenge was the man in the Honda. Still, it was worth it to an extent. He met some… interesting people.
“Right, only problem is I wanted a decent race. Then, there’s Lacey. Knows what looks good both on herself and the others. If it weren’t for her, I’d probably have ditched the thing the moment that other idiot brought his alleged ‘car’ to the start line.. no wonder he disappeared at some point.” He thought, and then muttered “At least he can take a hint.”.
With the race being a bust, that being he got no cash and little ‘entertainment’ out of it, Nagato guessed he had to try again in a few days. Maybe the silly kid won’t repair his car by then? Who knows, who cares. It did not take much longer for the S15 to cross the bridge to Downtown Palmont and soon Nagato drove through the tunnel leading further into the borough, taking a right and then a left until he eventually arrived at his place.
0:18, Billings District, Downtown Palmont
Parking the S15 in a single spot garage, Nagato locked up the door before heading into his place. It was a decently sized apartment, though owing to Nagato’s ‘employment’ it was largely unused and simply looked unlived in. Furniture was sparse and contained the essentials and the place was clean… more or less. It’d be a surprise if it wasn’t, as Nagato was rarely there whether it was because of a race going on, or due to his superiors sending him to do some… ‘business’.
Speaking of which, Nagato was almost certain something would pop up very soon. It was only a matter of time until his ‘skills’ were needed again.
“At least this should get me some money. And it won’t be boring...not at all” He thought to himself.
Having planned nothing else for the night, Nagato soon decided to take a break from ‘fun’ (Or the lack of it, with the ‘race’) and rest up before the next day.
4.1 I wanted to drift for fun, but I ended up winning $1500?
Day 1
0:21
South Fortuna, Fortuna
Returning from the unexpectedly ‘boring’ (to her) race, Ai, despite the weather and the majority of the route being in her favour, was disappointed. Not so much with her finish(she wasn’t even sure how that went), but the race overall. Somehow it felt as if the leaders had no one to contend with, and Ai herself spent most of the race just doing her thing. She may as well have gone for a leisure drive on her own..
It was at this point that she decided to not give it any more thought, there would be other races.
What was still on her mind, though, were the events at the finish line. The winner was given...something, likely a car, at the finish line. That seemed, to Ai, a little over the top. Much like Lacey’s reaction to that… if that person received a car, then she could just wait for the next race and maybe she’d get one too? But, was that so common here? She had no idea but still, she found Lacey’s change of attitudes… strange. She went from calm to furious and back within moments, departing in a hurry. Finding that too complex or perhaps just fruitless at the moment, Ai stopped thinking about this in favour of leaving her Toyota, which by then she parked in the three car garage located beneath her dwelling, and surveying… the rather apparent scratch on the right side of the car.
“Well.. this is no good. I need to get it fixed tomorrow, I can’t stand seeing my 86 like this.”
Then, she had a strange feeling that ‘tomorrow’ was sooner than she thought. Checking the time, she realized that what she meant was ‘today’. The race did, after all, start at midnight.
With that in mind, she proceeded into her rather luxury home as befitting a resident of Fortuna.
The place itself was decently sized, though at first sight appeared to be empty inside. Though it was furnished, it was rather obvious that not all rooms were in regular use. Out of the ones that were used, the living room and the kitchen were of note. The living room was spacious and in the center of it was a large couch with a low, partially glass table. There was a larger, wooden table as well closer to the large windows and a glass door that separated the room from the balcony. Visually, most of the walls were in a light blue colour(excluding the windows, though, as those had black window shutters). Finally there was a flatscreen TV of a moderate size on the wall facing the couch. The kitchen was located beyond that same wall, with two entrances and no doors. Within, it was mostly in western style though there were minor elements that hinted at who lived there.
This, of course, was not all there was to the building but of the two remaining rooms only one was used at all, and rarely at that, as Ai had the place all to herself. The reason for that being, her parents left shortly after her graduation which also meant she could go out and come back whenever she wanted to, even if she wasn’t particularly ‘restricted’ before.
Given how late it was and that Ai herself was tired, soon she turned in for the night.
10:21, South Fortuna, Fortuna
*phone alert ringing*
Ai woke up, though not because of the sunlight as the window shutters did their best to block it out, rather it was because she’d decided to get her 86 back to its’ full glory as soon as possible. After turning off the alarm, there was one thought in her mind as she was still slightly out of it.
“I wonder if that cash reward will be enough..?” Ai thought as she went about her morning routine.
Roughly an hour later, she was ready to face the day owing mostly to the fact that she took her time. Why? Because, not having found a job yet despite her graduation being a few months ago, she had enough time to do things at a slow, relaxed pace. The day itself would, most likely, only involve taking her beloved 86 to the closest place where she could have it fixed(or rather, repainted given that was the only issue she noticed).
Given that the closest graphics shop was located in Silverton(she did not even for a briefest moment consider going to the one in Kempton), it took another 40 minutes before she reached the shop.
12:46
As it turned out, the damage to the car amounted, in its entirety, to the scrape on the driver’s side of the vehicle which meant the 86 looked as good as new(as the new paint was colour matched to the existing one) and only set her back $250 due to the relatively small extent of the damage.
With this out of the way, happy that her Toyota was now back to its’ pristine condition, Ai left the graphics shop. It turned out that her prize from that race was more than enough to cover the cost, so money was not an issue whatsoever.
“That’s.. surprising. In a good way, as it means I can earn some quick money without having to push myself to the limits and still afford to keep my car looking great.” She thought. That train of thought was stopped though as she heard her phone ringing, causing her to stop on the side of the road.
*ring ring*
“Huh? A phone call?” Ai said to herself and promptly answered the phone.
“Hello?” She said.
“Hello? Ai?”
“Wha-... Natsumi?”
“Who else would it be? *giggling*”
“What’s up?” Ai asked. She quickly added: “What have you been up to? It’s been a while!”
“Why, I’ve been taking cooking classes. I just booked a plane to the United States and should be there by their morning.” Natsumi said, with a pleasant voice. “And yourself?”
“Well I’ve been looking for a job and-.. Wait, plane? Tomorrow morning? How’d you manage that Natsumi?” Ai replied in a surprised tone. Then she added: “What about your parents?”
“I moved out a while ago. They figured I’m mature enough to live on my own some time after you left.”
“Whoa.. that’s a lot of changes, Natsumi. Where in the US are you going to land?”
“Well, honestly I thought they’d never let go of me. I love them to death but their traditionalism is too much even for me.” Natsumi admitted. “And where I’ll land is this place called… Rockport City?”
“Well you always did like to go against the tradition a bit, right? *laugh* Wait, Rockport?...” Ai trailed off at the end.
“Yes, Rockport.”
“Natsumi! You’ll land close to where I’m right now! Well sort of-.. but still!” Ai replied quickly.
“Really? Well, that’s great! Perhaps we can meet somewhere to grab some lunch and catch up on things?”
“Sure! There are some great places for lunch here! But… where are you planning to go when you land?”
“I was thinking - and I didn’t want to be a bother at first - that… maybe I could stay with you? At least until I found a home of my own.”
“No problem! Sure, actually it’d be great!” Ai replied with enthusiasm. “Want me to pick you up off the airport?”
“No need; I’m bringing my car with me as well. It is somewhat strapped for trunk space so I’ll need your help getting all of my luggage out when I get there… and on that matter, what is your address?”
“Sure I’ll help you, don’t worry about it. And my address… I’m actually in the city nearby. It’s called Palmont, more specifically I’m in South Fortuna. It’s a bit far from the airport but.. I think there may be a simple way to get there. A highway, if I recall correctly.”
“Alrighty then. So if the flight time is right, I should be at the airport at 8:00 AM, and then over to yours in… say, 9:00?”
“I think so.. if you don’t get delayed by things you should get here around 9… Just call me if you run into trouble on the way here.”
“Alright. Plane is about ready for takeoff, so I’ll call you again once I reach the airport. I very much looking forward to seeing you again, Ai.”
“Me too! I’ll see you soon!” Ai replied happily.
With that, the call was ended. For the rest of the day, Ai returned to her ‘humble’ abode in Fortuna and eagerly awaited the following morning.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 5:05:33 GMT 1
2 - Luck and Skill
Day 1
00:25
Solitary Highway, Palmont
“Well, that was pointless.” Roy thought to himself as he cruised down the highway. First half of the race he was in control, shadowing first place with ease then bam, bad luck. “Missed out on any earnings as well.”
The Silver Honda made it’s way south, into downtown Palmont where Roy’s home was. It was an apartment block, overlooking a corner of the street. Roy drove into an alley leading to the back of the building, where a small parking lot lay. He parked beside a black Pontiac G8 before exiting his car.
Surveying the damages once again, Roy sighed. He always took risks, and well, not all of them paid off well.
"Then again, its the same reason why I'm here in the first place."
Roy walked into the apartment block and began his way up the stairs. 6th floor, he walked into a hallway and towards his apartment. As he was unlocking the door, his neighbor's door opened up.
"Yo, Roy, how was the race?"
Roy looked to the open door with a black male roughly his age poking out.
"Not great I'm afraid, Sam." Roy replied. "Car got damaged, and nothing of value was gained from it."
"Damn man, sorry. Better luck next time hey?" Sam asked rhetorically.
"Hopefully. Well, I might as well head off to rest." Roy said, turning to enter his place.
"Wait, its far too early for that shit still man." Sam quickly said.
"Got some more business then I suppose?"
"Hell yeah I do." Sam answered with a grin. He tossed the keys of his Pontiac to Roy, picked up a bag and the two began walking their way back down.
Samuel Johnson. Like all beginnings to a criminal story, there's a person to bring the 'protagonist' to the scene. Samuel is that person to Roy. It took barely any time for the two to become acquainted and start doing business together. Sam had the connections, Roy had the skills as well as a clean slate so to say.
The two men entered into the muscle sedan, and Samuel spoke up first.
"You weren't kidding bout the damages. Car got dinged bad." Sam stated.
"Yeah, I'll take it to a garage later. Where are we heading to?" Roy asked, getting straight to business.
"Always bout the business, you Asians all the same." Sam joked. "Kempton, south of the stadium."
"Alright." Roy pulled the car out of the parking lot, and began the drive to Kempton.
"Man, you gotta lighten up."
"I left that part of me in Hong Kong."
"Yeah, your scrawny ass left lightness back across the water. Bullshit I say."
"Looks are deceiving." Roy said, missing the pun.
"Haha, they are... "
"So what is it tonight anyways?" Roy asked, putting the topic back to business again.
"Just delivery, we're the middlemen."
"I see."
The black G8 soon arrived at the destination, where they found an orange Charger SRT sitting alone. Roy parked the G8 in front of the Charger. Both he and Sam exited and walked towards the Charger. From the Charger exited a single white male wearing a black leather jacket. Eye contact was made for a moment before bags were exchanged. No drama.
The Charger's driver then looked at Roy.
"You drove by earlier. It was shit." He said, checking the inside of the bag.
"Pardon me?" Roy responded.
"You were tailing that Nissank with your Hondo thing." The Charger driver said, closing the bag. "You and the Jap got that thing , but a chubby rabbit, a couple of girls and a box of Chinese takeout had ya beat. Heh. Disappointments all round that "
"Wait wait wait, what you talking bout?" Samuel asked lost in the sudden conversation.
"I'm sorry, who are you exactly?" Roy asked, partially ignoring Samuel.
"The race, and you fucking better be sorry. Both for that race and for not knowing me." The Charger driver said loudly. "Better be glad that I wasn't paying you for driving, cause it was typical for import trash."
Roy looked at the man more carefully. Typically, he kept impersonal about who he worked with. He knew however, that this wasn't going to be the last time he'll see this guy.
"Also I am sure this guy is on something right now."
The Charger driver entered the Charger, with the Charger's V8 roaring with fury immediately after. It's driver flipped the bird at the two, before zooming away.
"That was... Interesting." Roy said.
"Yeah, always a joy to talk to that Michael. Just a scrub in a successful crew."
"Sounds to be."
"But hey, that race sounds a lot worse than what you've said. Thought you weren't an optimist."
"Luck wasn't on my side, but I have nothing to say about my opponents."
"Nothing at all? Come on... Were the girls at least hot?" Samuel asked with a grin.
"Really?" Roy responded. "Just give me my cut of the cash."
(Written mostly on a plane lol. )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 21:35:16 GMT 1
//Sunrise in Darke County8:10 Day 2 Rockport Valley Airport, Rockport City Huge, portly, white birds. At least that’s what she interpreted almost every airplane in flight when she was a kid. She found herself amongst the faceless legions of people walking to and from the airport, her pink floral parasol cast as a bright spot among the gray matter traveling in non-descript places, as if it were a lighthouse directing ships to their designated locations. The parasol itself is the essence of Natsumi: a classy, organized, and - for all intents and purposes - very pleasant woman, raised and educated in the likeness of a lady. Such was evidenced by her straight, free-flowing brown hair, and her elegant yellow floral sundress. Even so, Natsumi was not a complete lady, as it were. Ladies, especially in the private school she was sent off to, were highly discouraged from doing anything their authorities and parents considered “rambunctious”. Yet still, one of her fancy-tickling time-killers ranked amongst the highest of ‘rambunctious’ activities if not outright topped them: drifting. This hobby of hers, much to the chagrin of her freedom in terms of parent-child relationships, set her free spirit at odds with the ancient beliefs of her parents. So much so that Natsumi longed for the day she graduated from her private school (she would never tell her parents this) and free herself from the clutches of conservative social norms. There would be one person that would wade through the crowd of gray matter to reach the pink parasol. That would be an employee of the airport looking for Natsumi to bring her some news. “Excuse me, miss… Natsumi Chikamatsu?” The employee started. “Hello” Natsumi replied in a lovely, woman-like voice. “There is a vehicle waiting for you in the airport parking lot. A… yellow Nissan.” “Great! Care to show me where that parking lot is?” she asked as she stood up. “No problem, the parking lot is this way.” The employee replied, gesturing in the direction of the lot. “Shall I show you the way?” “Certainly.” Natsumi answered with a smile. The employee directed Natsumi - parasol, luggage, and all - toward the West parking lot, turning out to be almost jam-packed with vehicles of others who were also importing their cars from the other side of the world. Some of them were slightly modified, and others completely stock, clear indicators that they were not in the least bit interested in street racing. The Fairlady Z, which with its yellow color was as vibrant as Natsumi is, was easy to spot as it was one of the very few lively cars of the bunch. Its sportiness fit her well, among many other things, but sadly it was not as spacious. “Oh dear… all of my belongings will have a bit of a tough time fitting comfortably in the back.” Natsumi said. “Excuse me,” she turned around to ask the employee, “do you think you can help me with the luggage?” “No problem at all.” The employee replied. The Z, being shorthanded of decent luggage space because of its sporty design, had to undergo a bit of tinkering to smuggle all of Natsumi’s luggage into it. Most of the delicates - anything easily breakable or fragile - got priorities of the trunk, including the parasol. Most of everything else had to make do with the passenger seat. Fortunately for Natsumi, it turned out to be a minor inconvenience of having to watch for anything in case one piece of luggage fell on her lap while she was driving. She aptly thanked the employee for her help, and began to drive out of the RPX parking lot. Natsumi couldn’t help but grin at its purring engine as it trotted from the Rockport borough, through the tunnels of Legends Highway… 9:30 South Fortuna In all truth, Natsumi took no longer than 9:00 to actually get to Fortuna. It would be actually finding Ai’s house in the upper-middle class district that would be the challenge. As she did not go over where the address was with Ai, she would have to look for that snow white 86 of hers with her own eyes, going through Fortuna Heights and Hillsborough first with little success. She had asked the hotel managers in the district if there was a person by the name of “Ai Takashima” was taking residence in their establishment, but received “sorry, but we don’t have any rooms under the name of that person” answers at every turn. In spite of all of this… “Ah! That white 86. That must be her.” Natsumi said with a smile, her eyes crossing the taillights of a white Toyota 86. She parked next to it, and shut the engine off, making sure her headband was intact before trotting to the door. The sudden thoughts and anticipation of meeting her high school friend for the first time in who knows how long rushed through the sunny Natsumi as she thrice rang the doorbell. After a brief moment, the door opened with a small Japanese doorchime hanging on its upper end ringing as the wood motioned itself towards the inside of the home. Natsumi originally hesitated to enter, but eventually did. “Hello?” A few seconds later Ai appeared in the short hallway, looking as if she were still sleepy at this hour. “...did I come in at the wrong time? Sorry for disturbing your sleep, Ai.” a slightly Natsumi said. “Natsumi!” Ai said and pulled her into a surprising hug. “It’s fine, I was just… I had a short nap.” She added, trying to explain her sleeping ‘pattern’. “Oh… well. It’s been a long while. How have you been?” “It’s been somewhat boring here lately, but… did I tell you that my parents have returned to Japan?” “I don’t think you have.” “Now I did! And that means I have the whole place all to myself. Well, had. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of space for us two.” Ai said with a smile. Then she added “How have you been though? Any problems finding my place?” “Well… at first. I started looking at the hotels first. I only managed to find it when I came across your car.” “It’s nice isn’t it? What about yours? You did say you had some problems with space..” “Oh…” Natsumi said, looking outside the window to her Z. “Luggage space. I found out my car doesn’t have the most spacious of room. So I had to use my passenger seat to store the rest of my stuff.” “Well.. can’t do much about that now, can we? Shall we get your things into my place?” “I’d much appreciate that.” Natsumi said with a smile. With that, Ai slowly headed outside to help Natsumi take care of her luggage. “You really must have been tired from the past night? What’s the matter?” Natsumi asked. “It’s nothing.. I simply couldn’t sleep.” Ai replied. “Well, that’s not really a lie.” “Oh, come off it, Ai.  There’s no way you ‘simply couldn’t sleep’.” “I only went to sleep around 3 hours ago.. or something like that.” Ai replied quietly. “Ooooh. That’s too bad. Shall I make you some tea after I finish settling down?” “Tea would be great, but…” “Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be the host? But then again, she did say after she’s done settling down… and tea really would be nice…” “...nevermind.” “Great. Trust me, you’ll love my tea. And you could quite use some, Sleeping Beauty. ” “Well, I can’t refuse an offer like that. ” With this, both women - within the span of about 30 minutes, give or take, retrieved all of the luggage from Natsumi’s Z, the bags being placed into an empty room (Natsumi would get unpacked later). Once everything was more or less settled, Natsumi as promised prepared two cups of piping hot green tea for herself and Ai. “Your house is gorgeous, Ai.” she said, stating a rather obvious observation since she laid eyes on the house. “Why, thank you. But, you know it’s sort of yours now as well right?” Ai replied. “Hm?” “You’ll live here now!” Ai said with a smile. “Oh! Well, this is a bit sudden. But thank you so much. If there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Ai replied with a giggle. “But it seems… well, the empty room hinted me to this, but how many rooms do you even use?” “Well… the living room, the kitchen and sometimes one of the bedrooms.” Ai replied after a moment of hesitation. “Strange… so… that’s all?” “..yes.” “Huh. Well, we’ll just have to find a use for some of those rooms, won’t we? I won’t do anything without your say-so though. After all…” Natsumi said, as she took another sip of her tea, “It is still your home. And you’re the host.” “I guess so… don’t worry though, there’s enough rooms for us. You can take one of the empty ones, but I don’t really have any plans for the remaining space.” “I can help you then. Make this house a home.  ” For a brief second, Natsumi checked her own cup, to find that it was empty. “Hmm… would you like another cup, Ai? That is, if you’re finished.” This prompted Ai to check her own cup which appeared to be empty.. for some reason. “Huh… I think so. The tea is great.” She replied, still slightly surprised. “So good that I haven’t noticed it was already gone I guess. Or maybe I’m just that tired?” She thought to herself. “Glad you like it.” Natsumi said, then taking Ai’s cup to make seconds.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 0:24:36 GMT 1
Day 1: The Tandem kingz
0:08-a few minutes laterJennkins was disappointed and angry about his loss of the race. “If only I had better tires,” he thought. To refocus himself, he put in a CD and turned the Heavy Metal way up, convincing himself he would buy some better tires in the next few days with the cash that he won. He drove sort-of lawfully on the way home, maybe going 100 MPH here and there. As the garage opened, he felt a wave of tiredness, and less than a minute later was fast asleep. 9:03 AM:
Jennkins wakes up in his room, and thinks about the race from last night. If he had more grip in the rain, his nitrous would have worked and he could have sealed the deal and a sweet cash prize of 7500 big ones. Instead, he spun out and had to settle for $3500. He sighed, looked at the clock, got up and ready for the day. He checked his phone. Nothing new. Looking at the clock, he realized it was Saturday Monday, so he didn’t have to sort shipments and organize paint, giving him the day off. So he proceeded to his garage, evaluating where he could fix his 240. ‘Well, only one way to find out’, he thought. He turned the keys, revved the engine, and backed out of an opened garage. As he was backing out, Jennkins thought of where the nearest repair shop was. He remembered one on the Northwest side of downtown Palmont, and preceded to have a short drive there. However, he noticed a sign on the front: “CLOSED FOR REPAIRS, WILL RE-OPEN ON MONDAY”. T sighed, and stepped back into his car. He sat there for a second, and thought about the racing at the moment, along with where the cheapest shop was, and if it would be out of his way to get there. “Parts were cheap in Rockport last time I went there, so I’ll check it out”, he concluded, even though driving all the way to Rockport was rather irrash. “Then again, there are actually races going on there today, so I could get repairs AND test new tires in one day.” He set off. (Minor) As T drove along the highway, he noticed a Black and Red Skyline speeding along the opposite, oncoming highway, being pursued by many a police officer. It was hard to make out, but he could see it. “Why does the racing get so insane around here…,” He thought to himself. T turned off the highway and onto the Rockport roads, consulting a road map and trying to remember where the nearest shop was. Digging through the mines of his memory, Jennkins remembered to take the second left on the highway that took him off the highway. He saw the sign for the shop as he turned, and quickly parked and walked in. “Hey,” he shouted to the man at the desk, “I need some repairs and garage space.” “Alright, we have lots of open garage space. What are ya lookin’ to repair?” The man replied. T further talked to him, and drove his 240 into the garage, where he was able to buy some bits and pieces to repair the damaged Nissan. It cost $175. While T was touching up the scraps and scratches on the sides, he noticed a grey four door that had a very large dent in the right rear door. The car pulled into an open spot and parked. A tall well built black haired man wearing a grey suit with a red tie got out and began to walk towards the main entrance to the garage. T looked over at him, and he looked back, pulling away from the short stare several seconds later as he approached the front desk. The suited man seemed to pay no attention to Jennkins’ stare as he began to talk to the person behind the counter. Jennkins focused back on his 240, but eavesdropped on the conversation. “I have a door being couriered to this garage and I was hoping to know when it will be here an installed on my Sierra.” “Well, since it is coming from Europe it will take roughly a week to get here and since it isn’t that busy at the moment it will only take two days to get installed. One day for the installation and one day for the paint to dry.” The customer service representative behind the counter replied. “I’ll be back when my door is delivered then.” The suited man replied before turning and leaving the small front desk area. Meanwhile, Jennkins had finished up repainting the scratches on his 240, and was starting up his car as the conversation finished. As Jennkins began to pilot his car out of the work by the grey suited man was leaning against one of the garage door openings. As he backed out, Jennkins slowed and said to the man “I might hit you standing there, and I’d guessing you wouldn’t want me to, but ya never know,” with Jennkins queueing his rather deranged sense of humor. “I just like to see why people want to listen into other’s conversations.” The man replied. “Seemed a bit strange, a Russian man driving a Cosworth with a large dent in his door,” Jennkins responded, “I would take a guess that you had some misadventures with it?” “One would be curious as to how you were so good at guessing what made my Ford so special, along with your somewhat excellent deducing skills. Those sorts of talents could earn one a good sum. “ The suited man replied before continuing, “I would likewise deduce that you have some ulterior motives with your car due to the bottle I see in the truck and the [wing/bodykit] it has.” Jennkins answered with a simple question: “Do you race?” “When time permits.” “Does the current time permit this activity?” “Why would you want to race my car? It is nothing special.” “I do not care what cars I race, but I do care what drivers I race.” “You have a good mindset on that for someone so young.” “Thank you. I would also like to note that age does not matter to me, unless it truly should. So I ask you: Would you like to race?” “You give me reason to decline your offer.” “And you yourself give yourself the assumption that I truly mean to provide these reasons. We are also attracting unpleasant attention with our conversation *points to the (cheeky) front desk clerk who was obviously listening, who looks away in shame as soon as T motions towards him*, giving either of us reason to conclude it sooner than either of us would like. The length of our conversing, however, fails to matter, what really should matter is the true meaning of the conversation and the result of the conclusion of the conversation, you see.” “I have no fear of being watched here by men with no means of being a threat. I take you up on your offer of stretching one’s legs.” “Sounds good to me,” Jennkins replied. Jennkins backs out and pulls a 180 so that he is facing east. “From here to the cutoff to the amphitheatre (stage place thing). No need to push our cars, we can discuss further racing as soon as we finish our... ‘warm-up’.” Joe backed his Cosworth out of the parking lot, and lined up next to Jennkins, rolling down his window as Jennkins did the same. T muttered to him “3...2...1… go,” and they set off at full throttle. Joe had a better launch with his AWD Cosworth, but was not far ahead of T. Traffic was mild, although there still was traffic, so both Joe and T had to perform mild swerves. Jennkins had a bit of a slider with his 240, but quickly recovered and caught back up to Joe. Reaching higher speeds, T advanced upon Joe and overtook him, but was only ahead by several feet or so. He did, however, have to change lanes and avoid traffic, relinquishing the lead to Joe. As they neared the cutoff to the stadium, Joe was a bit better topping out, but Jennkins had caught up just enough to make for a race that was too close to call for either of them, neither having had someone to watch the finish. “Not bad.” The Cosworth driver commented once both cars had come to a stop. T replied with “Likewise. Another, longer race?” “I’ll keep in touch with you.” The Cosworth driver replied as he tossed a business card at Jennkins. Jennkins catches it, and takes a quick peek. “Good meeting you,” T responded. The man in the suit just nodded and left. The Ford was soon lost among the daily traffic of Rockport. Jennkins took a moment to look at the business card. It was custom printed and plain in the fullest sense of the word since the sole thing on the card was a phone number printed in raised black lettering that stood out in great contrast to the crisp clean white cardstock of the card. Jennkins pocketed the card, and proceeded to take a drive around downtown Rockport. 10:11 AM
Masterson Harbour, Camden As Jennkins drove around, coming to Materson, he noticed a small gathering. There was a small crowd, and they were focused on some Guy, talking to another guy from the driver’s seat of what appeared to be his Supra-the other person in a blue RX-7. T drove over, catching some of the crowd’s attention along the way. “No way your whip can slide around corners better than my baby,” the guy in the RX said to the man in the Supra. “It can and it will,” the man in the Supra retorted. “Why don’t you test it?” Jennkins shouted to them as he pulled in within a couple of feet of the 2 other cars. T, motioning towards the crowd, added on: “And this crowd you have accumulated, I think they want to see a race.” “Then why are we hesitating?” asked the man in the Supra. “Let’s get this shit started!” The man in the blue RX-7 threw a GoPro to T. “Film the drifting from behind. We don’t have a specific route, so follow us, we go where the drift takes us.” Jennkins caught it and nodded. As the Supra and RX-7 lined up, T got out and strapped the camera under the middle intake of his front bumper on his 240, and hit the button to start recording. The crowd had lined next to the cars, with more of them on the RX-7’s side (due to thinking he was the better drifter), and T pulled up a few meters behind the Supra, ready to record. “We go till one of us crashes… or gives up,” the man in the RX explained to the one in the Supra. The man in the Supra nodded, and revved his engine. “3...2...1,” the crowd shouted, “GO!” RX-7 had a better start, but neither of their launches were the bests due to drifting tires, which they utilized in an upcoming corner. RX-guy, having the inside, had a tighter drift with more angle, but Supra-man had more speed with his drift. They had turned into the shipyard. “This is going to make some video,” he thought, following the 2 with some more normal cornering, most of it influenced by getting a good camera angle. Pulling into the shipyard, the person in the Supra pulled ahead and started drifting in between several support beams and crates, the RX-7 doing the same on the opposite side of each support and crate. Using some insight, T looked ahead of the 2 cars, planning a line to get in some quality filming. Predicting the Supra, he began drafting it, and began drifting with it, getting some camera angles to show both the intensity of the drifting along with some side shots of the RX-7. As he looked over at Jennkins’ filming, the RX-7 driver was surprised-who he saw as some kid in a Nissan was pulling near-perfect and consistent tandems with the Supra. In his shock, he hit a small wooden crate that flew to bits, but the tiny collision refocused him and he got back to drifting business. They drifted down a sort-of ramp, T slowing down to get a better view for the camera. Both of them turned and half-tandemed, but the Supra was on the outside, and being a heavier car it scraped the wall along its rear. The man in the RX laughed, having taken both a fast and high-angle drift while the Supra cocked it up. Jennkins took a normal turn, and then floored it to proceed with filming the 2 drifters. The 2 drifters gained a bit of speed, and then took a couple turns that got them onto the highway, where they were greeted by some ‘friendly’ traffic. Both began showing off and drift-weaved through the traffic, heading north. Coming to a sharp right-hand turn, both drifters pre-slid to get sick lines through the corner, T taking a normal turn behind them to record this epic drift. The 2 drivers then saw that they had turned to an underground parking zone (whatever that thing is), which they decided to drive into. Both had to drift through park-ed/ing traffic, the drifting intensifying. T knew it was going to be close; he couldn’t wait to watch the recording he was making. There was an opportunity to go through another underground parking zone, but the Supra decided to turn right and the RX followed close behind (with T). For max drifting intensity reasons, the Supra driver turned into the oncoming lane, drifting through tight bits of traffic, being passed by the RX-7 who was a bit more agile through the traffic. Avoiding a dumptruck, both cars turned in tandem very close to the wall on the left-too close for the RX-7, who had fallen upon the outside corner. The back-left part of the car clipped the wall as it was attempted to be whipped around, and that forceful tail-push sent the car spinning in a bounce of the wall, spinning out all the way to the wall on the right, which it slammed into and came to a stop next to. The Supra had halted and drove up, window-to-window to the RX-7. “Looks like I won.” “You’d be right about that,” replied the driver of the Blue and now beat-up RX. “That was some impressive drifting.” “It was very impressive,” said T as he had pulled up and removed the camera from the bumper of his car, handing it to the man in the RX-7. “You did lose, but that was a hell of a run.” The man retrieved the GoPro, and handed both T and the Supra driver business cards. “See you around,” he said as he drove off. T looked over at the man in the Supra. “‘Sup?” “Sup.” said the Supra driver. “So, you just filmed that, eh?” “No,” said T with obvious sarcasm. “Anyway, what’s you’re name?” “Ahah, I’m Cal, Cal Carlson.” Cal said as he got out of his car. “T. Jennkins.” They shake hands. “So, what’s your first name?” “T. Don’t ask.” “So, just T.” “Yes.” “So imma call you Mr.T” Cal said and laughed. “Fine then Carl,” T replied with a smile. “Well, I see you have some real drifting skills bro.” “Really? I was only filming you…,” T responded with a bit of a surprise. “Yeah. I mean, not everyone can tandem.” “We did tandem, but was it really that good?” “It was really good man. Real door-on-door drifting.” Cal looked at T’s car. “Nice 240.” Cal said with a bit of sarcasm. “Mhhhh… Your Supra could do with a bit of a revamp,” he replied to respond to the sarcasm. “Not colorful enough…” Cal looked at T serious. “Are you serious? I’m actually an anti ricer, but everyone has different tastes.” “Yeah, I guess so. Want to find a race? Let’s talk on the way.” “Yeh, sure. But first, I need to fix them scratches” Cal said as he looked at the rear bumper of his car. “Cool bro. So…” *They get into their cars and drive off* “Yeah, I’ve lived here ever since I was 7 or so,” T said. “So, you’re not new here. I’m here since 2 months or so, really like the city. Where do you actually come from?” “Redview, its out in the countryside somewhere.” “I have no idea where that is, but yeh, I come all the way from Poland.” “Poland! Now, that’s a bit of a ways away. Anyway, what do you do besides racing?” T said as Cal’s place came into view. “Ehh, mostly drifting, but I also have that repair shop at my garage right there.” “Cool.” The 2 pull up by the garage, Cal opening it up and parking his white Supra inside. Jennkins watches him repair the car, and as Cal repaired his car, T asked: "Bro, where's the best place for drifting around here? We could even try and Tandem again..." “Right here.” Cal said with a smile. “There’s a lot of space here at the shipyard.” “Cool.” “Just tell me if ya wanna hit some tandems.” Cal said and finished repairing his car. 10:45 AM
Materson Harbor “So, I’ve done enough stuff here, wanna hit up some tandems?” Cal asked. “Yeah bro,” T replied. “Alright, just follow me.” Cal said and got into his Supra. Following Cal’s drifts, T performed several beautiful mid-speed tandems with ease. They drifted to the left, entering some zig-zags around some poles, went to the right and stopped next to eachother. “Dayum son, where did you learn to drift like that?” Cal shouted over to T. “Who knows,” T responded. “I just tried it one day, and began to understand. I don’t have true professional experience like you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t drift.” “To be honest, you got some real talent, but watch this.” Cal replied and pulled a 120° reverse entry at the next left corner, pulled a u-turn and came back to T. Coughing on the smoke from the burning tires, T said, “You’re too good. That was Pro.” “Thanks man, I have, quite a bit of experience but I better stop bragging about it” Cal said with a smile. “I still have serious tandem skill, so I don’t mind  ,” replied T. “Yeh, you have really good tandem skillz. Let’s hit some more.” This time, T was gonna knock it out of the park. He began his follow-up on Cal, but this time was barely away from scraping his bumper onto Cal’s. Cal began the drift, and T was right behind him-literally. The 240SX was barely centimeters away from side-slamming the Supra, and Cal decided to go even harder on the angle, Jennkins following suit. Looking into the mirror, Cal was even more impressed by T and began smashing through some boxes. ‘Let’s see if he can handle this’ Cal thought, but T was still right behind him. Cal counter drifted, sliding the tail the other way, but T prepared for it by doing the same. To further amp the bill, Cal began weaving through the support beams in the shipyard, but Jennkins was still refusing to let go. Cal was fucking impressed as T tandemed. T didn’t feel any of it, he just knew. It wasn’t professional experience, and it wasn’t from the street either. All anyone knows is that T has the zone. Both of them coming to a stop window-to-window “Dayum son, that was intense.” Cal said. “Bro… I wa... I don’t know how, but I.. I don’t know if it was drifting with you… it’s like… we’re… Tandem kingz.” T said in a ‘slightly’ awestruck tone. “Dude, that’s it…” “I guess it is.” “Why don’t we create a crew… a drifter crew, the Tandem Kingz.” “I’m the tandem, you’re the king?” “Ahhah, yeh sure.” Cal said with a little laugh. “But, we should create a drifter crew. I don’t think that there’s any other drifter crew around here.” “Cool. Tandem Kingz is the name.” T tells Cal his number. “Organizing a racing crew isn’t something we’re entirely in the position to do right now, so… let’s race.” “Ehh, I’m not really down for a race.” “Okay. Then what is there for the 2 of us to do?” “Nothing I guess. I will look around for other members tomorrow, you can do whatever you want. “Sounds good. I might see if I can find a crewmate as well. See you around.” T drove off and left Cal because there was nothing else to do.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 10:33:20 GMT 1
|| The nightlife of Steven Maddox ||
Day 3
00:15
Downtown Rosewood nightclub, Rosewood
It was a dark night, here in Rosewood. Unusually cloudy, with city lights and smoke from various cars only making the bright moon harder to see within the greyness of the night sky. Not even Orion, the brightest constellation in the night sky could be seen at this time. Perhaps, it was a sign of things to come, here in the downtown of Rockport’s (usually)nature-friendly district.
A dark gray Lexus SC400 parked itself next to a huge grey Hummer outside a nightclub in Rosewood. Its driver, Steven Maddox, 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. He looked towards the Hummer and raised his lock up to smash it, until second thoughts came into his head after seeing two guards by the entrance.
“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.”
Steven 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.
Steven 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 curbstomped 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.
Cal Carlson, who was accompanying the Duke of Hairlington and his beemer DJ bitch to the club, heard the commotion coming from the outside. As he went out to check it out, he saw the two guards lying on the ground, both in a pool of blood, urine, and vomit.
“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 the ever-so omnipresent John Black and some other wisely sober men.
“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.
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.
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, John, 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 gorrilallirog”... 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.]
“HAHAHAHAHA! You stupid pricks!”
“Attention all units, attention all units. Officers are in pursuit of at least one 5-1-0 suspect, please add murder to his rap sheet.”
“Dispatch, 10-33, 10-33, I need all available units on this call NOW!”
“Copy that, officer, detailing all units on non-priority calls to your 20 now.”
The two Crown Victorias chased the SC400 down the twisty roads of Rosewood, using his car as their brakes during corners, cracking the taillight covers and rendering his rear fender uselessly bent.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Steven thought, as one of the officers used the car to slow down for the 11th corner.
“Ramming the vehicle, ramming the vehicle. Uhh.. make sure not to hit any civillian vehicles there. Keep it tight.” said one of the officers on the dispatch radio.
As the Lexus turned right to drift into the College Circle, an officer rammed the right side of his car, finally causing Steven to snap. He braked, then accelerated as hard as he could, at 80 MPH into the two officer’s trunks, who stopped in front of him to form a rolling roadblock.. The resulting hit sent both the officer’s heads into the steering wheel, leaving them immobilized, and with head wounds busting their foreheads open, leaving blood dripping on their floorpans. One of the officers called for the EMT, and was about to detail backup to the Lexus, but fell unconscious before he could say anything more than their location and “EMT”.
Steven, in the meantime, went off-road into the camp grounds and hid under a ruined shed, where he stayed for fifteen minutes. In the meantime, he stepped out of his car and sat on one of the remaining seats from the visibly burned down cottage.
Day 3
00:45
Downtown Rosewood nightclub, Rosewood
“Some people are just too pushy, aren’t they, Steven?” he said, as he took his birth certificate with a picture of him from three years ago on it, from the car’s glovebox. “It was supposed to be just another one of those nights, but I got a little more savage than usual. Sucks.” he said to himself, thinking aloud. He then stayed there for about three more minutes, inspecting the damage done to the SC by the police - a scraped GT wing, a completely bent rear bumper, broken taillights, broken rear windshield, bent front bumper(not as badly as the rear, but still fairly broken), cracked water pump, burnt out front right headlamp, and a few bullet holes on the front passenger’s seat.
“Fucking hell, that’s painful.” he said both about the car, and his left cheekbone which was either cracked or bruised - possibly both. His right calf was also bruised, leaving him unable to walk properly for a few days.
“I should be going home by now, no time for any more fun tonight thanks to the cops. It’s just further down the road, anyway.” Steven thought, as he re-entered the SC400 and drove it out of the camp grounds, and back into his home near Rosewood’s very own Highlander Stadium.
As Steven left the car, and walked towards the door, he took a pause for a few seconds to look back at the damaged Lexus on his father’s driveway.
For a fleeting moment, with his imagination and insanity kicking in once more, he saw his Skyline GT-R, fully repaired in all its carbon-fiber glory, in place of his SC400. The next moment, however, the R34 was totalled by a man who suddenly appeared out of thin air. The man was in his late 30s-early 40s with both a .45 M1911 pistol and a sledgehammer, laughing maniacally as he smashed the RB26DETT engine into pieces, shot the windows and tires repeatedly, and shattered the carbon bodywork. Steven could only watch, as he nearly started crying at the sight of his beloved GT-R, his pride and joy, his beloved companion on his rise to the top north in Ecruteak County, methodically being dissected by another lunatic just like him.
The man went up to Steven, gun and hammer still in hand, with a sinister vibe growing stronger in the air in every step he made coming closer to the lunatic. As soon as he was right in front of Steven, he threw his weapons away towards the wrecked Skyline, and started a conversation with Steven while grinning with an evil grin albeit just slightly less than Steven’s.
“Did you miss me, Steven?"
His eyeballs grew bloodshut as Steven started laughing in an unholy voice and raised his lock to hit him in the same way he killed the guards.
"I’ve been waiting for this day for three years. Now, it’s over." he started, with his voice becoming more distorted as the seconds passed.
“Yes, do it, Steven! Quench your thirst for blood!” Vincent replied as an evil laughter came from him. Both his voice and his evil laughter sounded metallic, and they had an echo so all this made them extremely bizarre.
"Be gone." the younger maniac replied, as he hit Steven squarely in the head. At first, it looked like he had finally exacted revenge on Vincent. The next moment, however, Vincent reappeared, completely unscathed. Steven tried hitting him again with all his might this time, but this time lock just went through Vincent's head as if he was a ghost.
“You’d think it was that easy, wouldn’t you? Do you know who you’re really looking at?” Vincent asked with the same bizarre voice.
In both anger and joy, Steven could only laugh once more, with his voice completely unrecognizable now that someone had pushed him this far off the deep end.
“You’re unconscious, my friend. This is who you’re looking at. I’m your worst nightmare, both in reality and outside it…” Vincent said again with a metallic voice and again bursted into an evil laughter which had echo.
"Speak for yourself. I'm the dream you'll never reach - you had to try killing me just to take a tiny piece of Paradise. Remember, you old bastard - Your past haunts you no matter where you go. That makes me your only nightmare." Steven replied, standing his ground and grinning while snapping his neck back and forth.
“Steven, Steven, Steven… unlike you, I’m not alone. Even if I was, to me you’re just a mindless psychopath who wants to die and I’ll help you with it.” Vincent said again with a metallic voice and again bursted into an evil laughter which had echo. He reached for the gun he had thrown out into the wreck, and shot Steven before he could react, waking him up.
You would imagine that Steven had fallen asleep right in front of his father's house. Well, he had actually fainted from the pain of a broken cheekbone in his SC400, parked out on the house's driveway, without him knowing it - lunatics consider pain a great feeling, calling these dreams a “pain high”.
"Ha, hahahaha. So, you're going to play the mental numbers game, are you? Alright, Vinny boy. Two can play that game. I don't need to have brothers-in-arms to bring you down into my cesspool, all I need are like-minded individuals ready to bring Vincent down or die trying." Steven said aloud upon regaining consciousness, as he checked his cheek for blood, which psychopaths considered "cool".
The fringe stepped out of the Lexus and into his house. Everyone was asleep, so he decided to take his father's laptop to search for SC400 parts. Eventually, he landed on a junkyard in Kempton having a whole surplus of SC models - 14 of them to be exact, half of them being SC400s, the other half being made up of 2JZ-powered SC300s.
"I guess it'll be worth it just so dad wouldn't notice the damages. He'd take my $3500 away if he found out." he thought to himself as he set an appointment with the yard's management. Connecting the laptop to the family’s printer through a USB drive, he printed out a map of Darke County’s roads to plan out his route to Kempton’s junkyard - or at least its biggest junkyard, since you could actually call Kempton a junkyard in itself..
"I'll have to leave a note here then. I'll probably be gone for a few days getting lost in the retard's utopia called Palmont. What a damn hassle, right, Steven?" an almost crippled psychopath thought to himself while looking at a picture of him as a child on a frame.
Steven then wrote a note for his family down, pasted it on the fridge, and got his clothes changed before falling asleep on the sofa for two hours to recover from the chaos(mostly his broken cheekbone) he went through that night.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 11:24:01 GMT 1
3-A: SuperCena, the underdog, T. Junnkins r1c3r and the beemer bitch Meeting new faces
Day 2 (2nd September, Tuesday, 2014) 17:23 KFC Fast-Food Restaurant, Petersburg, Rosewood John’s Skyline and Brittany’s BMW parked near a riced Nissan, then they exited their respective cars. “Did you see that flashy Nissan outside?” The pale girl asked her boyfriend as they entered the restaurant. Jennkins looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes, ready to take some heavy criticism (and put up with British accents). The guy with a spiked jacket took a look through the window at the Nissan and shrugged as him and his girlfriend got in line. “Oh great, a queue.” She added. “We’ll survive just as how we survived seeing the ‘flashy’ Nissan as you called it.” John replied, not exactly agreeing about the Nissan being flashy. At least not that flashy. Jennkins sighed rather loudly, due to British accents and expecting them to insult his car. “I heard somebody sighing, he must be the owner of that thing.” Brittany replied without discretion. T couldn’t take it anymore. “Thanks for that,” he said sarcastically, obviously a bit irritated by both British accents and someone calling his car a ‘thing’. The group ordering (and getting a seat) later: Jennkins picked up the Chicken and biscuits, walking over to the table and setting the grub down in the middle. John picked the fried chicken and Cola while Brittany picked up the hot wings and the Mtn Dew. They picked a table a sat down, coincidentally they actually sat down next to Jennkins. “Hello,” said T. “Now, who are you 2?” “John Black, car photographer and street racer.” “Hello ricer. My name is Brittany Bevis.” “My name is Jennkins, T. Jennkins, not ‘ricer’.” “What does the T stands for?” John asked. “T. Don’t ask.” “Wow, is this really a secret?” Brittany asked and took a bite from one of the wings. “Don’t ask,” T replied to put some firmness into things as he grabbed the only chicken leg he would eat, disliking chicken, and instead just ate most of the biscuits. While the three were busy getting a heart attack enjoying their chicken, a noisy black Camaro rolled into the lot. A girl that wasn’t pale like the Brit exited from it, and went into the fast food restaurant. Jennkins looked over as the door opened, then resumed enjoying his biscuit. John looked over too as if he knew this girl. “She’s one of my crew members.” John said and started eating afterwards. “Crew?” gargled T as his mouth was full of biscuit. The girl continued to not notice the group as she ordered some popcorn chicken. As he swallowed the last crumbs of what he determined to be his last biscuit, T asked John, “You have a crew? You race as well?” “Thought I said that earlier.” John replied with a bit of chicken still in his mouth. Meanwhile a more hungry Brittany was busy eating. “Oh yeah. Derp me.” A red Honda Civic, not quite as noisy as the Camaro but still quite the high-revving annoyance, stopped in the parking lot. “Hoooola.” Carlos greeted in a drawn-out manner. T responded with a simple “Hello” “Hey… I think I’ve seen you before.” John said. “I haven’t seen him. Where/Why have all of ya met before?” “I haven’t seen you before, blue-hair man ” Carlos replied to John. “Aren’t you the Civic driver from that previous race?” John asked. “What race? Am I correct at guessing it was somewhere around here?” T said a bit confused. “I may be, and I may not be. For all you know I can be just some Mexican guy you randomly met.” Carlos replied. “Well, I know we haven’t met before. I’m T. Jennkins.” T reaches over and the 2 shake hands. “Jennkins, eh? Name’s Carlos Ortiz.” “Carlos. Alright. If my eyes haven’t deceived me, I take it that that red Civic is yours?” “Si. Yes.” “Sabo un poco de espaňol,” T replied. “Eh, no need. I can get English just fine. And who is the telepath?” Carlos asked, gesturing at John. “Some guy I met about 2 minutes ago or so,” Jennkins replied. “I take it he tried to act like he saw you before too?” “No, instead his girlfriend decided to hate my car because it’s ‘riced’.” “Who said I hate it Mr. T?” Brittany replied. “Most if it was due to your not-too-approving tone when you referred to my car. As long as you don’t completely hate it, I’m fine.” “Cars with neons are not appropriate to many people in 2014, some of them are so desperate about it that they won’t believe such a car may have performance modifications too. Or they won’t give a fuck.” John replied. “Well, my car may look riced, but at least it doesn’t run 50 mil. degrees of negative camber I know what I’m doing under the hood. Most of the outside is just visual stuff, but i have tweaked it here and there to optimize downforce. And I’m guessing I shouldn’t bring up subwoofers and 2014..” T said his voice fading out, Jennkins doing it purposely. “So what kind of music do you like?” Brittany asked after barely hearing something about subwoofers. ‘Classical, Alternative-a splash of Techno-ish stuff-and ‘lead’,” T said with a little laugh at his bad pun. “Lead?” Carlos asked. “Get the reference to Heavy metals?” T replied clarifying the terrible pun that probably no one could understand. “Oh. Lead. Ooooookay then.” “Why did I make a pun outta that? Anyway, now that we’ve somehow all met, what are we going to do now?” “I came to eat, but since I’m almost done… I wouldn’t mind a race.” John replied. “I’m up for one. And you?” T said to Carlos. “I don’t see why not.” Carlos responded, still knowing full well that as far as current events go, Ichiro was still the measuring stick in terms of opposition. “Alright then.” T stood up. “So, where’re we racing to?” “What type of race? We need to settle this first.” Brittany replied. “Well, count me out if you guys want drift or drag.” John replied. “Okay then. A sprint should do. Here to the golf course.” “Who wants to draw the track?” Brittany asked. “I’ve got it covered.” T pulled out a map. “Anyone have a pen on hand?” “Nope, sorry.” Carlos said. “I don’t. Ask someone else around here or if you have a GPS, make the track there and show it to us.” John replied. “I see. I should have one in my car, we should go out there and get ready for the race anyway.” T walks out, followed by the others (don’t kill me). He unlocks his car and grabs the GPS from inside, making it draw out the route. He shows it to the others. “Not full of corners, I like it.” Brittany replied. “Carlos you have a GPS?” John asked. “I suppose.” “Alright then.” T looks over his 240, and then steps in. He turns on the neon and revs his engine. “Let’s line up near that traffic light.” Brittany said as she entered her BMW 8 Series and revved its V12 engine. John coughed a bit due to the smoke coming from the two burnouts caused by the revs, which soon stopped. “Could you download the track to our GPSes?” John said to Jennkins as his 240SX’s window from the driver seat side was more or less lowered. T sent the route to John, Carlos, and Brittany’s GPS’s. John entered his spoilerless black Skyline R32 nearby afterwards, and followed Brittany to the traffic light, T following behind. Jennkins turned up the subwoofers, having pulled up next to Brit’s left for a reason. Brittany played some rock music on her BMW’s sound system. Carlos, with little hubbub such as loud music or anything else, simply tucked his Civic to the right of the R32 Skyline. Between John’s Skyline and Brittany’s BMW, there was a divider containing light posts and small trees for a good portion of the road ahead. “Ready?” T asked, revving his engine and turning down the volume on his subwoofers. “We lined up at this traffic light for a reason I guess. Waiting for it to go green.” John replied as the window of his car was a bit lowered. As if on-queue, the light turned green. The Race: John launched with a lead for about a second, but was then overtaken by Jennkins. Brittany was at the back, not too far from Carlos. Carlos took the first shortcut, whilst the others stayed on the road. The 3 drag raced until coming up to the next shortcut, which everyone took because it was obviously better than the normal planned route. Carlos got through first, followed by T, John, and Brit. Normally, Carlos would have a quite big advantage, but the shortcut had a bit of obstacles. Brittany overtook John, who had to avoid some traffic, and began a slipstream on T. Her lead was short lived, however, as John took a good inside line through the next (rather-wide-highway) corner. Because of this, he also managed to pass Jennkins, who didn’t take the tightest line through the corner. Carlos still had the lead, and John slipped into a draft behind him. Coming up to traffic, Carlos had to take part in the Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes , followed by John who mimicked his movements for the time being. Carlos no longer had the ability to pull ahead at the higher speeds, due to poor power-to-torque ratio up the hills. John was catching up to him. Not too further back, T wasn’t having trouble with Brittany. He dodged through the same traffic as Carlos and John. Brit had a bit of trouble with her fatass (BMW handling), but quickly regained ground due to horsepower and high speed acceleration. Carlos looked in his sid3view mirror to see John’s black skyline behind him. He watched him there for a second, but refocused on John who was trying to overtake him. Carlos cut in front of John as he tried to pass, but John was not ready to give up. The attempted-overtake-cut-him-off thing went on for another 3 times in the next 15 seconds, in which Brittany had passed T, T lacking all high-end acceleration with his 240SX. He did, however, have an advantage when it came to Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes Brit struggled with the handling of her fatass (BMW) avoiding another bit of clumped traffic, a bit of traffic where John had managed to take Carlos’ lead and pull ahead a bit. Carlos was trying, but his Civic didn’t have the power he needed. Jennkins was next to Brit, and he decided to amp up his subwoofers for a bit of fun. Brittany challenged that with turning up the dials on her stereo to near-max. T cranked up the woofers, the bass REALLY starting to kick in. A response to his actions came with Brit cranking all the settings on her stereo to MAX. T responded with all the noise his subwoofers could emit. Both cars were now visibly vibrating the sound was so loud. The battle ended, however, because T decided he didn’t want to kill his eardrums quite yet. Both sound systems were louder than eachother, Brit’s sound dominating the treble and T’s woofers overkilling the bass. By this time the 2 were near the top of the highway. “Another one who tends to play music on max during races like Brittany eh.” John thought, expecting this from Brittany but not from Jennkins. John was just about to finish up ahead. He did so, and Carlos was a second or 2 behind him, followed by T and Brit, who finished around the same time. They tied. Post race: The group had stopped at a cutoff by the golf course. “Like your music loud do ya?” T said to Brit as he exited his car. “Mainly after you turned yours to max. What did you expect?” Brittany said after exiting her BMW. “You did have rock music at a significant volume throughout the entire duration of the race, so I did expect you to like it loud.” John exited his Skyline afterwards. “This track advantaged my Skyline hasn’t it?” He asked rather rhetorically. “I couldn’t see how.” Carlos said, semi-sarcastically. “I guess so. But it wasn’t really a serious race, I mean c’mon man Brit and I had an epic sound battle,” T replied. “That’s right… too bad because in the end we couldn’t hear a single song properly.” John replied a bit amused. “High speed did distort the sound a bit. Should I demonstrate some with clarity right now?” T responded with humor. BTW, T played the song ‘Sweetness’ by Jimmy Eat World. “I meant that the two songs distorted each other by being played on max at the same time.” “Nooooooooooo, REALLY?” T said in the most sarcastic voice the world has ever heard. “I couldn’t hear a single song properly because between T and Brittany, they weren’t playing music of my taste. ” was Carlos’s reply. “I gotta go now, nice to meet you two I guess…” Brittany replied as she headed to her BMW. “I’m out too, see you next time. And thanks for the race guys.” John replied as he got into his Skyline and chased Brittany’s BMW, both heading to the northwest of Rosewood’s highway.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 13:43:17 GMT 1
1.)First Problem , First Day
Day 1 (1st September, Monday, 2014)
00:07
Highlander Stadium, Rosewood District
As EG crossed the finish line, the cops continued to chase and they made a roadblock a couple meters away from the finish line.He stopped the car after the finish line and gets out the car.”Fuck off cops!” as he says. He gets in the car back and does 180 degree turn and drives away.As the cops chasing him , EG saw the transporter truck and hit the side of the truck and the brand new cars fall down and some of the cops crash it while some of them din’t crash.He hit his steering wheel as his plan isn’t 100% successful working so he headed to the Camden while he got cops on his tail.When he’s about to reach Camden , he turns left really hard as he can at the small junction around Camden and the cops loses him because cop cars can’t corner that hard.He then hides in a parking lot as the cops looking for him.While the cops looking for him , he called the person that he knows and ask them to meet at Camden Beach. As he got evaded from the cops , he headed back to his home at Rosewood.He parked his car in his garage and walks to living room.He lay down on the sofa and sleeps on the sofa since he’s too lazy to go to the bedroom.
EG’s New Friend
Day 2 (2nd September, Tuesday, 2014)
2:00pm
Camden Beach, Camden District, Rockport City, Darke County, California State, West Coast of the United States, United States of America, North America Continent, Planet Earth, Solar System, Orion Arm, Milky Way Galaxy, Observable Universe, Universe
He (EG) got up from the bed and takes out his favourite cereal box.Which is called “Layer’s Lair”.As he done eating his breakfast , he changes his clothes and get to his Lexus.Before he gets inside his car , he looked at the dented Lexus IS300.
“I really need to fix this car but where…” as EG said.
EG takes his GPS in his car and set the nearest auto repair shop.He then gets inside his car and starts engine.He drives off to the nearest auto repair shop.In some junction , he stopped and saw his dream car. Lamborghini LM002 and it’s beaten up.EG hates when some people left the legendary car like that.So , when the greenlight shows up , he put his feet on the gas pedal and accelerate half the way.He looked at his GPS and it shows “Turn Left in 300 meters”.He turned left after he reached the junction. He goes straight untill he saw the auto repair shop. It’s an old building like 1940’s building.He stopped infront of the shop and look around the building.
“Wow , looks like this guy is old school or such.” As EG said.
Suddenly a white Supra appears out of nowhere and stops next to the Lexus.
EG looked at white Supra and he said:
“This must be the owner of this auto repair shop , then…”
The Supra driver got out of his car, walked towards the repair shop without saying anything and kicked in the front door.
EG’s reaction is suprised because that driver ignore him. He walks toward to the auto repair shop and said:
“Hey you! I wanted to fix my Lexus. Can you help me?” as he said.
The guy walked out of the shop carrying two intercoolers. “You didn’t see shit.” he said.
EG’s reaction was like “What the hell is these guys thinking about?”.
“Hey! Can i-”
The Supra guy put the intercoolers into his trunk and said: “Yeh, sure I can help you.”
“I wanted you to fix my Lexus IS300… It’s badly dented on the door and the rear panel and the taillights isn’t working i guess.”As EG said to the Supra guy.
“Dayum, that’s a nice car. I’m Cal by the way and I have a repair shop at masterson harbour if you want to come.”
“Thanks , your Supra is nice too and i thought this is your workshop though…My name is EG , tho”
“Umm, no… whatever, sup EG.”
“That Supra looks beast! How many HP in that?”
“Ehh, something around 330.”
“It looks like a drag car to me”
“It’s actually a drift car.” Cal replied with a little laugh.
“Oh … I see… So , let’s go to the your workshop then” EG replied
“Alright bro, just follow me.” Cal said and go into his Supra.
EG goes to his beaten up Lexus and starts engine.
The Supra drives off,.followed by the IS300. They drive to Cal’s repair shop at Masterson Harbour and arrive after 6 minutes.
2:27 PM
Masterson Naval Shipyard, Masterson Harbour, Camden, Rockport
“So , this is your workshop then?” EG replied as the two got out of their cars.
“Yeh, that’s my workshop.” Cal replied. “And that thing to the left is my house.”
“Looks nice though… so , are you alone at here?” EG replied
“Yeh, but, here’s a lot of space to drift.” Cal replied with a smile.
“Well , you’re lucky having this a lot space… So , shall you fix my car?”
“Yeh, just drive into the garage.”
“Okay…” EG replied and gets inside his car and drives into the garage.
“Alright, so the rear panel and the left doors are dented, eh?” Cal said, grabbed a jackscrew and lifted the Lexus up.
“Yeah , Rhino hitted me last night…”EG replied
“Those cops man... Whatever, let’s fix this bitch.”
EG waits outside the garage and looks around the enviroment of the naval yard.
“What a nice naval yard …” as EG said…
2:35 PM
Cal finished repairing the IS300 and walked out to EG. “Alright, the dents are fixed. Just let the paint dry.”
“Alrighty , how long do we need the paint to dry?” EG replied
“Ehh, it’s some cheap walmart paint, so, just about 2-4 hours to fully dry out.”
“Ah… i see… i don’t care if its cheap at least you fixed the dents”
“Ahhah, well, I used the paint a few times and it’s really good tho.”
“Hahahaa…. anyway , i’mma stroll around this naval yard” EG replied with a smile
“Alright, imma just sit here doing nothing.”
“You can join me if you want or wanna go to the expensive restaurant? I have a lot of money in my pocket” EG replied
“Well, I’m poor as shit, so let’s go to KFC or something.”
“So , can we use your Supra to get there? I’d love to get inside that beast”
“Yeh, we’ll leave the Lexus while the paint is drying.”
“Let’s go , then!”
2:48 PM
KFC, Point Camden, Camden, Rockport.
“You can eat anything you want , Cal.” EG said.
“Yeh, alright.” Cal replied and ordered some hot wings.
EG goes to the counter and orders a bucket of chicken wings and Mountain Dew.
“So, for how long have you been here?” Cal asked as he sat down.
“A months ago… I’ve moved from Australia to here because i heard there’s alot of illegal race at here…” EG replied
“Aha. I’ve been here for like 2 months, moved here from Poland.” Cal replied.
“Ah… i see… so why are you moving here?” EG replied while eating chicken wings
“I just like the place.”
“Okay… So , do you know anything about any illegal race? I’d love to join any race”
“Yeh, I was in a race a few days ago, pretty interesting.”
“Heard there’s a lot of racers in this city… is that true?”
“Yeh, I saw a lot of them lately.”
“Ah… when is the next race is going to start?” EG replied while eating another chicken wings
“Dunno.” Cal replied and ate some chicken wings.
“Okay then… I give you my number if you got any race for me and you” EG gives his number to Cal.
“Alright, thanks man.”
EG smiles at him and continues eat some chicken wings
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 13:44:50 GMT 1
| 3. - //Cal meets EG / Day 2 | 1:34 PM - September 2nd, Tuesday, 2014 Masterson Naval Shipyard, Masterson Harbour, Camden, Rockport City After some work in his garage, Cal walked over to his crib, took a sandwich, walked out and went over to his Supra while eating the sandwich. He opened up the trunk and took some useless stuff out and put it into the back of his garage. Then Cal closed the garage and the Supra’s trunk, got into his car and drove off. 2:00 PM - September 2nd, Tuesday, 2014 Route 55, Camden, Camden, Rockport City ‘Dayum, that sandwich was good.’ Cal thought to himself as he arrived at the Performance Shop at Route 55 and stopped next to a Lexus IS300. Although he didn’t notice it, neither the guy standing next to it. The Lexus guy looked at white Supra and he said: “This must be the owner of this auto repair shop , then…” Cal got out of his car, walked towards the repair shop without saying anything and kicked in the front door. The other guy’s reaction is suprised because that driver ignore him. He walks toward to the auto repair shop and said: “Hey you! I wanted to fix my Lexus. Can you help me?” as he said. Cal walked out of the shop carrying two intercoolers. “You didn’t see shit.” he said. The Lexus guy’s reaction was like “What the hell is these guys thinking about?”. “Hey! Can i-” Cal put the intercoolers into his trunk and said: “Yeh, sure I can help you.” “I wanted you to fix my Lexus IS300… It’s badly dented on the door and the rear panel and the taillights isn’t working i guess.”As the other guy said to Cal. “Dayum, that’s a nice car. I’m Cal by the way and I have a repair shop at masterson harbour if you want to come.” “Thanks , your Supra is nice too and i thought this is your workshop though…My name is EG , tho” “Umm, no… whatever, sup EG.” “That Supra looks beast! How many HP in that?” “Ehh, something around 330.” “It looks like a drag car to me” “It’s actually a drift car.” Cal replied with a little laugh. “Oh … I see… So , let’s go to the your workshop then” EG replied “Alright bro, just follow me.” Cal said and go into his Supra. EG goes to his beaten up Lexus and starts engine. The Supra drives off,.followed by the IS300. They drive to Cal’s repair shop at Masterson Harbour and arrive after 6 minutes. 2:27 PM Masterson Naval Shipyard, Masterson Harbour, Camden, Rockport City “So , this is your workshop then?” EG replied as the two got out of their cars. “Yeh, that’s my workshop.” Cal replied. “And that thing to the left is my house.” “Looks nice though… so , are you alone at here?” EG replied “Yeh, but, here’s a lot of space to drift.” Cal replied with a smile. “Well , you’re lucky having this a lot space… So , shall you fix my car?” “Yeh, just drive into the garage.” “Okay…” EG replied and gets inside his car and drives into the garage. “Alright, so the rear panel and the left doors are dented, eh?” Cal said, grabbed a jackscrew and lifted the Lexus up. “Yeah , Rhino hitted me last night…”EG replied “Those cops man... Whatever, let’s fix this bitch.” EG waits outside the garage and looks around the enviroment of the naval yard. “What a nice naval yard …” as EG said… 2:35 PM Cal finished repairing the IS300 and walked out to EG. “Alright, the dents are fixed. Just let the paint dry.” “Alrighty , how long do we need the paint to dry?” EG replied “Ehh, it’s some cheap walmart paint, so, just about 2-4 hours to fully dry out.” “Ah… i see… i don’t care if its cheap at least you fixed the dents” “Ahhah, well, I used the paint a few times and it’s really good tho.” “Hahahaa…. anyway , i’mma stroll around this naval yard” EG replied with a smile “Alright, imma just sit here doing nothing.” “You can join me if you want or wanna go to the expensive restaurant? I have a lot of money in my pocket” EG replied “Well, I’m poor as shit, so let’s go to KFC or something.” “So , can we use your Supra to get there? I’d love to get inside that beast” “Yeh, we’ll leave the Lexus while the paint is drying.” “Let’s go , then!” 2:48 PM KFC, Point Camden, Camden, Rockport City “You can eat anything you want , Cal.” EG said. “Yeh, alright.” Cal replied and ordered some hot wings. EG goes to the counter and orders a bucket of chicken wings and Mountain Dew. “So, for how long have you been here?” Cal asked as he sat down. “A months ago… I’ve moved from Australia to here because i heard there’s alot of illegal race at here…” EG replied “Aha. I’ve been here for like 2 months, moved here from Poland.” Cal replied. “Ah… i see… so why are you moving here?” EG replied while eating chicken wings “I just like the place.” “Okay… So , do you know anything about any illegal race? I’d love to join any race” “Yeh, I was in a race a few days ago, pretty interesting.” “Heard there’s a lot of racers in this city… is that true?” “Yeh, I saw a lot of them lately.” “Ah… when is the next race is going to start?” EG replied while eating another chicken wings “Dunno.” Cal replied and ate some chicken wings. “Okay then… I give you my number if you got any race for me and you” EG gives his number to Cal. “Alright, thanks man.” EG smiles at him and continues eat some chicken wings. |
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| 4. - //Adopted by a couple / Day 3 - Day 4 | 11:25 PM - September 3rd, Wednesday, 2014 Diggy Donuts, West Petersburg, Central Rosewood, Rockport City 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. 11:43 PM 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. 00:10 AM - September 4th, Thursday, 2014 Black Riders and Brittany’s Warehouse, Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport City 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 AM - September 4th, Thursday, 2014 Nightclub, Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport City 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 gorrilallirog”... 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 Lexus. 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” “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 - September 4th, Thursday, 2014 John and Brittany’s apartment, Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport 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. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 18:37:33 GMT 1
| 5. - //Back to wok / Day 4 - 5 | 11:00 AM - September 4th, Thursday, 2014 John and Brittany’s apartment, Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport City John woke up after not sleeping at all, with his eyes being red from crying. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and later entered the kitchen to eat something. Realizing that Brittany needs at least some hours alone or maybe with a friend like Cal, John left the apartment after eating. He let a paper note on the fridge of the kitchen saying ‘Call me if you two need anything’, referring to Brittany and Cal. John got into the warehouse, where he began repairing the Hummer. This didn’t took really long though. After a hour or so, John entered his R32 and drove off without a specific destination in his mind. “Ugh, god, it’s 11 already?” Brittany whispered upon waking up. She got up, washed her face, and changed into cleaner clothes. The brit unlocked the door, only to find that John had left a few minutes earlier, and that Cal was still asleep. “Fucking hell, he didn’t even cook. Hold on, what’s this?” Brittany muttered, as she walked into the kitchen and noticed the small note left on the fridge. She returned to her bedroom to grab her phone, and called John up as she walked back into the kitchen. “Oh hello. Thought you were still sleeping or something.” John said a bit stuttered as he answered. “Do you really expect me to mope around all day?” “I felt a bit bad and I thought you need some hours alone or with Cal.” “I know him for less than 24 hours and you expect me to do that? You know me better than that, you twat.” “You have a point but at the same time you must have found a friend of sorts in Cal since you wanted him to live with us. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s ok as a friend for us.” “That’s what a boyfriend’s for.” she replied with a giggle. “Uhh, get your arse home and fucking cook, will you?” “Good try.” John replied a bit amused, realizing that Brittany knows he isn’t into cooking. “Just grab a pizza for five people. Might wanna invite your two crew members to the warehouse, maybe with the exception of that Supra dickface.” Brittany replied. “Why didn’t I kick him in his jewels when I had the chance?” John chuckled a bit. “Seth is not polite like Cal, but he’s not bad either. Don’t let his jokes get under your skin.” “For god’s sake, he mocked my accent twice, and god knows how many times he did it to your hair! You know what, fine, do whatever you want.” *hangs up* John called Brittany after arriving at some Pizza Hut. “What? I still have to wake Cal up and tell him we have absolutely no food. Make it quick, you twat.” “What type of pizza would you like? Ask Cal too.” “As long as it isn’t fucking raw, I’ll take any flavor. By the way, call your other two lorry-carriages up here, I haven’t met that other one yet. And hurry up!” “I don’t want you to go mad on the other member too. You’ll meet her at a more appropriate time. She makes fun of me too by the way, or she use to.” John replied a bit amused. “Alright then, I’m gonna go wake our guest up now. Make sure it’s hot by the time you get home.” *hangs up* John bought 3 big pizzas with cheese, ketchup and ham. Meanwhile... Brittany tried to wake up Cal. “Heyo sleepy drifter, wake up!” Brittany said to Cal. Cal groaned as he slowly woke up. “Holy shit, where am I?” He asked. “At my place, we slept together.” Brittany replied in an attempt to fool Cal. “Wait… what?” Cal replied confused about that ‘fact’. “Hahahaha you silly I can’t believe it…” Brittany replied amused. “Ahh, you bitch, anyways didn’t expect you to wake me up.” “John is coming shortly with pizza.” “Oh dayum, pizza. So, I’ll go into the bathroom and get my shit together.” Cal said and went into the bathroom. Soon enough, the pizza guy John came with the pizza, a stack of three boxes in hand. “It took you long enough, you twat. Kidding, love you, John.” Brittany and Cal helped John to place the pizzas and the Cola on the table from their living room. “Wow… I used to call you this way you know.” Said John as he laughed. “You’re mostly my bitch nowadays, that’s why. You may be a blue-haired crazy bitch, but at least you’re my bitch.” The sounds of this excited John as he got closer to Brittany. Though John realized Cal is there and he can’t possibly feel too comfortable. “Excuse us Cal… now you see what I meant when I asked you if you can handle a couple.” John then sat down on a chair near the table and began eating his pizza. “Yeh, it’s ok.” Cal said chilled as fuck and ate some pizza. “Right, I hope you don’t mind me using John as my bitch for the time you’re living here. You’ll get used to it.” Cal was too busy with eating pizza. As for John, he went to the kitchen for a bit and returned with 3 cups which he placed on the table near the Cola. John got back to eating afterwards. 12:01 PM John, Cal and Brittany got a text message about the upcoming event. ** From: Ovidiu Dragomir, Alexandria Fenstermacher, Henri Harrison To: EVERYONE! Subject: Next event Message: Hello everyone. The next event is taking place in two days starting from now on. Like the last time, there’s a race for Palmont and a race for Rockport. Time for both is 6 PM, but obviously you’re supposed to show up a bit earlier. For Palmont race, meeting spot and start line is located in Overlook Pass canyon due North of Silverton. For Rockport race, meeting spot and start line is located near the KFC Restaurant from Petersburg in Rosewood. More details available if you come. ** gRiM: Looks like I’m rushing things maybe, but I’m not. I’ll wait for people to catch up a couple of months if needed (or 3-4 months actually, I still have to work seriously on my 3rd post below before the next race while some other RPGers got even more stuff to do than me, I realize that), and you can edit this text message if you want by the way, Blah & Kawa. But it has to sent by all the race organizers to both Rockport and Palmont street racers even if you don’t like it. Because I want to allow each and every playable character to pick whatever race they want to. Why would I not allow people from Rockport to participate in a Palmont race? Or why would I not allow people from Palmont to participate in a Rockport race? Also, this way some racers from Rockport get to meet some racers from Palmont and vice versa. Last but not least note, everyone is free to copy and paste this text message to their docs once their character(s) are in Day 4. They pulled their phones out and read the message. “Oh neat, another race.” Cal said quite happy about it. “I will participate in the Rockport race again.” John replied. “Hmmm… I think I’ll go for the Palmont one this time. Didn’t really visit that city yet.” Brittany replied. “I will also stay in Rockport.” Cal added. The three went to food shopping later in the day. After that, Brittany began applying for a job as she figured that there’s one more nightclub in the North of Rosewood. John sent a text message to Seth and Ellie. 08:00 PM After looking up on his laptop for some 1998 Subaru Impreza Turbo for sale in Darke County, John found one. As the owner was available and he wasn’t in a rush, John took a taxi, en route to Downtown Rockport. The two made a deal with John buying the Subaru at $6750. Its color was blue, it had two modifications (Single Turbo upgrade and Suspension upgrade) and was in a good condition. John got inside the Subaru and drove to a Performance Shop in Downtown Rosewood. He bought a Street Cooling System, some Engine Control Unit parts, Brakes parts and Tires at a total price of $2900, placing all of them inside the Impreza’s trunk. 21:00 Black Riders and Brittany’s Warehouse, Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport City Once he entered the warehouse John has turned on the lights and began installing the parts on the Subaru. A few minutes had passed, with John beginning to install the Brake kit when someone came into the garage. “Who is it?” John asked, still looking at the rear-right side of the Impreza, and tightening a few bolts on the disks. “This is what you were saving up for this past month?” then replied Brittany. “Yup, I think I told you before that I’m getting a secondary car.” “No, you didn’t. You do know I’ll be short on cash for a while, right?” “I have ten grand quid left which I’m not going to spend on expensive stuff.” John replied. “Whatever you say, then. I’ll be applying for another job at another one of the boss’ pubs till whatever went down at the first one gets sorted out.” “Ah, good luck then.” John replied before grabbing his phone to call Cal. ”Sup.” Cal answered. “Hey Cal, can you come to our warehouse? I have something to show you.” John replied. “Yeh, sure.” Cal replied, hung up and walked to the warehouse. “Dayum, dat subaru, it’s bootyful.” He said as he saw da subaru. “Johny couldn’t wait any longer, I bet he was desperate.” Brittany replied as she rolled her eyes. “Ehh, whatever, I like it.” Cal replied. “Why not own a secondary car for races?” John said to Brittany. “Anyways, as you can see Cal I bought some parts for it. I was thinking you could help me to install them so I get the job done a bit quicker.” “Yeh, sure.” Cal replied. “Shall I help you with the brakes or put them on on another wheel?” After a couple of hours of teamwork, John and Cal installed the Sport Compound Brake Pads, Steel Braided Brake Hoses and Lines, Stainless Steel Slotted Rotors, High Performance 2-Piston Brake Calipers and Dual Master Assembly on each axle. They switched the wheels’ tires afterwards and placed all the 4 wheels back on the axles. Brittany left the warehouse in the meanwhile. “Let’s take a short break before we install the cooling system and engine control unit parts.” John said. John and Cal ate and drank something then they returned to wok work. 1:00 PM - September 5th, Friday, 2014 Downtown Rosewood, Rosewood, Rockport City For the first time after getting upgraded, John took out his spoilerless Subaru for a test drive. Cal was sitting on the passenger seat next to John. “It’s quite lighter than my Skyline and that feels.” John shouted as he turned around a corner. “Anyways, judging from both its handling and its acceleration, we did a good job with the upgrade.” ”Oh dayum yes. Well, I don’t know about your Skyline but this car handles great.” Cal replied. “Well, while this Subaru is lighter, the technology of my Skyline is superior.” “So, they’re somehow both good in their own way.” Just then, miles away, T. Jennkins sent a text message to Cal. The text message read as follows: ** “Hey bro, think we can meet somewhere in the next half hour or so?” Cal replied with the following: “ay bro, sure we can meet up, just tell me where” “Where’re you right now? We could meet somewhere in downtown Rockport.” T replied. “I’m in rosewood right now. Downtown Rockport is okay.” “Cool bro. Downtown in half an hour, let’s meet by the stage/concert hall.” “ayte man, see ya there.” Cal replied to T. ** “Ay, John, could you drive back to the garage, I have to do something.” Cal said to John “What is it?” John replied while he was heading to his warehouse. “Some friend wants to meet up in downtown rockport.” Cal replied. “Let me guess… one of your crew members?” John replied as he was getting closer and closer to the warehouse. “Umm, yeah. Actually, Brit could come too and we could properly form a crew.” “Alright.” |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 20:11:42 GMT 1
No Heroes AllowedDay 4 18:30 DCPD Police Station, Downtown Palmont Branch Another slow day at the station… No races worth busting had taken place since September 1st, not that the force knew of. On the Rockport side of the County, there had been a pursuit throughout the city, lasting around six minutes around the whole town - with even one man in a Golf R32 coming in from Palmont’s direction to join the chase. All this resulted in the force assigned to bring the racers down to spread too thin and allow all of them to escape. Three days since that incident, the DCPD has all but given up on their search of the nine racers tearing up the not-so-quiet streets of Rockport City that night. However, one man at the office refused to give up on that case, perhaps looking for a break in a completely different crime case. “Hey, Trent. Have you heard about that double-homicide at the nightclub down at Rosewood last night? I heard the perp knocked two of the local donut runners out cold while he was being tailed around Rosewood.” an officer asked Detective Trent Cobb, sitting at his desk thinking about that very case - the blonde killer, the black Lexus SC… nothing was lining up at this point. Four witnesses.. one in a spaceship-themed Nissan, another in a white Supra, and the other two in an off-roading Hummer. However, four of the three seemed to line up somewhat with another case - the case of the racers escaping custody the night of September 1st. Their descriptions were a near-match, but their vehicles were far too different to match the eyewitnesses’ descriptions. Oh, what an unusually stressful day at the office. “I’m reading up on it as we speak, Esposito.” Trent finally replied, as he was writing down whatever leads he could find on a piece of paper. “Well, that blonde perp is still out loose in the open. We need to do something about it before he gets escalated into a full-on serial killer. What a time to be alive, right?” Officer Esposito stated. As this was happening, Trent was browsing through page upon page of the evidence cabinet until he stumbled upon a sighting of the same SC400 in Kempton, being in talks with a muscular man, surname Jackson, first name Jeffery, beside a classic Mustang at the junkyard. He was getting closer and closer to the big break in the case until suddenly, the megaphone in the office spoke a few words, meant for Detective Cobb himself. “Detective Cobb, you are needed at the Captain’s office right now. I repeat, Detective Cobb, you are needed at the Captain’s office.” a female voice said, coming from the assistant’s office, breaking Trent’s concentration on the evidence he had just collected. “ Damn! And I was just about to get to the bottom of this whole thing. This better be quick, Elierts.” Trent thought to himself, as he got his coat out from his seat to carry it into Vincent Elierts’s office for a briefing. Going up the stairs leading to the door, he kept recalling whatever leads he had found and written down on the piece of paper he had forgotten to pin. The blonde suspect in Kempton, the two in the Hummer? It was all lining up right there! Before he could get his head on straight, however, he was now at the door, grabbing the handle to swing it open towards the inside. In walked Trent, who saw a somewhat casual-looking Elierts - he had recently assigned himself to a mission to take street racing down using a street racer from the same race in Rockport - the winner himself, the breadwinner, the gold medalist, Ichiro Amaya, so it was necessary for him to wear something besides the lo-and-behold police captain gear out in the open. Trent got himself seated on the allotted chair in front of the Captain’s desk, who was writing down leads of his own at that moment, before taking a moment to notice his lead detective sitting down in front of him, looking impatient as ever to hear his briefing. Taking his reading glasses off, he put his pen down and closed his laptop’s lid to begin the briefing, revealing a slight look of amusement on the Captain’s face. For now at least, he was all ears, ready to listen to his ‘junior officer’. “Elierts, do you have an actual reason to bring me up here? Because I would’ve gladly left you alone with that ‘Operation NEMESIS’ of yours. I don’t even know why you haven’t arrested that Amaya yet, it’s ridiculous. I me-” Trent crossly started, before Vincent Elierts decided to put the detective in his place by ‘politely’ interrupting him. “Short term, that gets one racer off the street, long term that’s nothing. You don’t trim off leaves to cut down a tree Cobb.” Vincent stated. He then switch topics. “How’s your day been going?” “I was just about to reach a break in the case of the Rockport race and the Rosewood nightclub double-murder. My day? Strenous on the head, that’s for sure. You?” the detective replied. “Same as usual, trying to get this force to be less of a mess. Though, I can’t exactly fix the whole issue of incompetence in the force over night. Or a year. I can however, sort out who’s actually worth a damn.” “Besides you?” Trent replied with a small hint of disgust on his face. “Would you like me to say yes to that? In all seriousness, I’m just doing a bit of restructuring.” “Restructuring, huh. Knowing you, there’s always either a catch or a deeper meaning to that word than you’re making it look.” “Yeah, it’s also known as reassignment. I’m putting you into some undercover work.” Trent took a moment to pause and let the words undercover work sink in. “ I figured he’d do that at some point.” he thought. After a few seconds, he finally replied, still having the evidence he collected from the folder in the back of his mind. “I’d be fine with that, if there was someone actually competent enough to take my post on both the Rockport racing scene and the Rosewood nightclub homicide. Or, my lead detective spot for that matter.” Trent stated. “I have Rockport covered. Kuznetsov will take over the rest of you current duties in the meantime.” Vincent said, taking a look at some files on his desk at the same time. The detective looked out of the window overlooking the rest of the office. He took a quick look at Officer Kuznetsov, loading her standard-issue Beretta M9 and signaling the rest of her team to gear up for a call to a homicide at Old Quarter - or so Trent thought, as reading lips from a distance can be misread quite easily. “Fair enough. So, what exactly do I have to accomplish undercover?” he then asked the Captain. “Finding out how the underground network works, where the money comes from and where the root of the problem lies. We’ve cut off the head of the snake before and it grew right back, I need you to find where will actually kill it.“ “And as a start, the quickest way to getting into the underground network in the first place is… Well. I should’ve seen that coming. Except that I sold my RX-7, my only street racing-capable car months ago.” “If you want to stick with that, you can take a look in records if you can buy it back, provided some chump racer hasn’t taken it already. You’ll have a budget, but as it’s a RX-7, I doubt you’ll break it. Otherwise, there’s always something to start with in the impound.” “We won’t be having a problem then. A budget for the car and my cover home to get started, which should amount to around… 35 grand. Okay then. When do I start?” “Tomorrow, officially speaking. You can prepare what you need when you are dismissed.” Vincent stated. “Yes, sir.” Trent replied, in a sarcastic tone, as he got his coat up from the chair, and departed from the Captain’s solitary office. Going down the stairs back down onto the first floor, thoughts were running all around the detective’s head, sending it into a mess of torn up pictures of the evidence and plans for his new ‘mission’. “ So basically, I’m now on the same side as that Amaya, except while he takes care of Rockport, I take care of Palmont. Well then. I should run through the records of Palmont Motors and see if my car’s still in their catalog. After that’s taken care of, whether I leave with the RX-7 or not, I should set up shop in a dorm.. preferably, one in Palmont University. My ‘legal’ source of income will take care of itself, sooner or later. The priority is meeting a few street racers as early as tomorrow for them to show me the ropes around these streets.” he thought, as he went back to his desk to check on the sales records of any Buy & Sell businesses in Downtown. A few officers had gathered around his desk as he was typing on his standard-issue Asus Sonicmaster i3. They were whispering rumors, bringing them back and forth from ear-to-ear, until one of them finally decided to speak up to Trent “Is it true, Cobblestone? You’re really off on an undercover job?” asked Officer Greene. ‘Cobblestone’ was a nickname given to Trent months back when he was a newbie in the DCPD force. “Why don’t you ask your temporary lead detective Kuznetsov?” he replied, while still typing on the keyboard. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Sara looks so pretty in her new uniform, don’t you think?” she then asked the rest of the officers nearby. Trent could not give a damn, however, as he was still looking through the catalog. He scrolled down, down, and down again for three minutes, until finally, he landed on a match to what he was looking for - an exact match. 1990 Mazda RX-7 Infini, with an engine swapped in from a 2001 Japanese-model RX-7 Type RZ, colored white, with aftermarket rims. That was definitely his RX-7, somehow unsold despite being such a perfect JDM magnet. “ Would you look at that. Nobody cared to notice the absolute gem of an engine under the hood, or the Japanese-spec front fender and lip. Sucks for them.” Trent thought aloud to himself, whispering the words. Deciding to buy the car back on the spot, Trent got his desk ready for Sara, and packed up half of the things he had on the cubicle and desk to take home to his real home just north from the station in Billings District. “I’ll begin packing the rest tomorrow. Don’t let Kuznetsov touch it just yet, Esposito.” he told one of the officers nearby. Trent then got into the elevator back down onto the ground floor, greeting the sassy woman at the front desk one last time before leaving for a life of… semi-legal street racing. After checking out of his shift that afternoon, he took a good look at his surroundings, taking all of it in, the skyscrapers of Downtown Palmont, the unfinished stock market trading center, all of this was about to be replaced by the bright lights of Fortunawood - bland colors blaring in the hilly northwest, actresses and actors alike driving around in their convertibles every morning for a cup of coffee, basically, it was the place to be in if you wanted to live like an A-lister. Before he could find his way out of his maze of thought, he was at the door of his small one-bedroom unit. It was relatively simple, with three orange lights illuminating the 36-square meter area. A small fridge, stove, and sink were sitting beside each other on the left side of the small space Trent called “home”. On the right side, a few bookshelves were sitting, with a plush red chair sitting adjacent to them, giving Trent an easy access to whatever he wanted to read - be it the theory of evolution by Charles Darwin, or the way of social darwinism according to the book Jinsei-Der Mensch and Huxley’s Evolution and Ethnics - this is what Trent would read about in his spare time, books given to him by his step-mother Amber. However, now was not the time to get into too much detail. Trent was packing up his clothes from the small cabinet he was allotted with, located inside the washroom beside the kitchen. “ That Elierts, he is such a weak man always making such rash decisions. But then again, this is exactly what I was looking for - a chance to turn tables on both the police and the criminals. If you are strong, you live. If you are weak, you die and become food for the strong. Hahahahahaha!” he thought to himself aloud, as he got his clothes set on the briefcase. As you see, he was taught to be a social darwinist by his stepmother - it was the only way he knew how to live, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Trent got about four bottles of water packed up with him on a separate bag, for though he could always eat out at Lofty Heights Manor, which was just a quick drive away from Palmont University in Fortuna, drinks were always needed a lot more for the human body to survive the physical war of life. A man of relatively few possesions, Trent was all good to leave in an hour, having packed his most important possessions away into two bags. Looking up at his clock, Trent saw it was only 7:30 in the evening, meaning there was a lot more to do left this night. Suddenly, his phone rang a message alert. Trent took a look, and there he saw the message that would help him take his first steps into the criminal underworld of Darke County: From: Vincent Elierts To: Trent Cobb Subject: Re: Next event: You know what to do. Message: Hello everyone. The next event is taking place in two days starting from now on. Like the last time, there’s a race for Palmont and a race for Rockport. Time for both is 6 PM, but obviously you’re supposed to show up a bit earlier. For Palmont race, meeting spot and start line is located in Overlook Pass canyon due North of Silverton. For Rockport race, meeting spot and start line is located near the KFC Restaurant from Petersburg in Rosewood. More details available if you come. ** Deciding to reply, Trent composed a message to the Captain in response: ** From: Trent Cobb To: Vincent Elierts Subject: Re: Next event: You know what to do. Message: I’ll be buying the RX-7 back as early as tonight, and get myself settled in Fortuna tomorrow afternoon. Detective Cobb out. ** Trent left the unit afterward, to get a move on with his objective of sorts. As soon as the elevators opened on the ground floor, he walked out as fast as he could as a taxicab Crown Vic had stopped in front of the exit to drop a passenger off, presumably a neighbor of Trent’s. Getting into the taxicab, he told the driver to take him to the Palmont Motors Downtown branch, where they arrived after about six minutes. An ATM machine was conveniently located right outside its entrance. Deciding to take a look at his balance in the bank, he saw that the initial $35000 budget for the mission had been loaded on his account. He took $10000 out, as that was the price tagged on the RX-7 according to the official website. Entering the dealership of sorts, he didn’t see the car he was looking for immediately. Just as he was getting dismayed since there was no sign of the car anywhere, however, he noticed a white slantnosed-car towards the very back of the dealership. Sitting in the slantnosed car’s spot was a late-model Mazda RX-7 FC, the very car he owned three months ago before being forced to sell it to buy his home in the Billings’ District. “People have been going crazy for things that look like that car, son.” said a voice behind him. “Looks like you want to be the next lucky owner of those pop-up headlamps.” the man added. “Funny story.. I actually used to own this exact car a few months ago. Ed Simpson, am I right?” Trent responded as he looked at the hood scoop mounted on the RX-7. “Oh, it’s you! Well Mr. Cobb, I have a funny story of my own. Three weeks ago, there was this asian girl looking for something with pop-up headlamps too. Name was Sierra, I think? She didn’t know a lot about cars, but the way she described what she wanted made me think she wanted to buy your Mazda.” Edward said. He then added, “But then, she completely missed the mark by pointing to, and buying another completely different car, a 944 parked right beside your car.” he said, with a giggle. Trent couldn’t help giggling too. “Hah, that was a good one. So anyway.. I want to buy the Rex back. How much will it cost?” he added, taking the bundle of money he withrew from the ATM out from his briefcase. “Normally I’d price it at around 15 grand, but since this thing’s been sitting here for so long I’d do anything to get it out of inventory. 33% off, you can take her home for 10 grand.” “Deal.” Trent replied, with a look of delight on his face. “Heh, this thing really gets your motor running, doesn’t it? Alright. I’ll hand you your registration plates and keys, no need for paperwork to be signed since you’re the same guy who used to own this thing, and you can drive her home tonight.” Edward stated, as he walked back into his office to get Trent’s license plates. “Now, the real fun is about to start.” Trent said, as he looked back at his RX-7, which had been relatively well-maintained and actually in better condition than when he left the car here at the dealership months ago. It was shinier and was less dusty on the inside, the windshield being clearer to see from both the inside and the outside. The bucket racing seats by BRIDE were re-upholstered, and a new air scent freshener was installed on the inside. Before he could observe any more changes, however, Edward came out of his office holding a pair of registration plates, the RX-7’s keys, and the proof of ownership on a few pieces of paper. “Here you go. Looks like you two are catching up on old times already, eh?” Mr. Simpson said. “Yeah. She looks just as good as new.” Trent replied, taking everything the dealership owner handed him. He stepped inside the car, got himself set on the driver’s seat, and started the car. The two rotors revved up to the 8K RPM limit with both exuberating excitement and slavish obedience, even taking both turbochargers for a spin as the rotors spun faster and faster. “Oh, by the way, Mr. Cobb. I should tell you something about the car. It’s well, erm…” said the dealership’s owner. “Alright. What’s the catch?” said a dismayed Trent, letting go of the steering wheel and turning to Edward. “Your boss, I mean Captain Elierts, he came here the other day. He asked for the car to be taken into the prison lot so that they could, erm, inspect it. When it came back yesterday, the car was missing its radio, but it did have a load of police equipment like dispatch radios, the whole enchilada.” he stated, while he was bolting the license plates in place on both the rear and front end of the rotary sports car. “ Really? Just, really?” the detective thought, as he pulled on the E-brake to keep the RX-7 in place. He lost himself in thought for a few seconds, thinking about why the Captain would be so dedicated to stopping street racing if he has two machines made for that purpose alone, before he immediately snapped back into the real world, and replied to Edward. “So, you already know what this car is for then.” Trent finally stated. “Anyway. I should really be on my way now. Are the plates in place?” “Yeah. All I have to say is, good luck. This street racing scene goes a lot deeper than I could imagine. There’s the Yakuza coming up in these parts, and the Russians making noise in Rockport. Watch yourself, Trent.” warned Edward. Trent said nothing, but he signaled a thank you in return with his hands. He drove the Mazda out through the allotted driveway, and drove the RX-7 back home. After a two minute drive home, he parked the car in the adjacent stone-paved parking lot next to his building, being surrounded by a complete view of the concrete jungle that was Downtown Palmont. “ I have a feeling I’ll miss this place. Fortuna’s nice and all, but after a while, it becomes just another scene in a movie you’ve seen a hundred times. Such is the life of the weak-willed - they need bright lights, A-list movie gigs, and fancy diners to compensate for their inherent inferiorities.” the detective thought out loud to himself, as he closed the door to his FC and looked up to the night sky above Downtown Palmont. He then walked back into the 42-storey building to get sleep after the most tiring night he had experienced in three months. Slowly walking into the elevator, he pressed the button labeled “28” to bring him up to what most people would call a “home”. To Trent however, it was nothing more than just four walls and a roof overlooking the skyline of Downtown Palmont towards the south. Now was not the time to enjoy the view, however, since he had an early morning with the Captain once more for further debriefing on his new path into the criminal underworld of Darke County. Trent slumped into his bedroom, which kept with the simple theme of his humble abode - wooden bed stands with a white mattress on top, a green comforter covering half of it, and a medium-sized gray pillow rounding up the set. A small wooden table with two drawers sat beside the bed, a nightlamp sitting atop the oak for Trent’s sleeping troubles - he’s an achluphobiac, so he has a hard time(an understatement  ) falling asleep without his night light on. With a slight sigh, he put his blanket over his body and put himself to sleep, ending yet another day in the life of Detective Trent Cobb, another day wasted yet again without any progress to getting what he really wants from Darke County.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 23:47:16 GMT 1
Day 2: I have a job
8:30 AM, his roomJennkins wakes up after dreaming about the color red, stretching the legs and such. Getting ready for work, he puts on some decent gray shorts, a plain whit shirt, and grabs his work apron. He didn't really need it, it really was for more of a work effect (having a job in an art studio, yet not usually painting), but he liked it and appreciated it. He walked the rather short distance to work, arriving at 9. "Hey T, got some boxes to take care of here," shouted someone in the studio named Mark. T didn't like him very much (he was rather prissy and snobby), but he painted well, which T appreciated. Jennkins nodded and began taking care of the contents in the boxes. Paints for the studio, canvases too, other things for the small art supply shop up front. Yes, it was a bit of a drag (and a cheap one too), but he enjoyed his job, sorting many things into and onto neat shelves and piles. It satisfied his OCD. Finishing the sorting around 10, a few people arrived throughout the next hour to pick up certain painting and art supplies, Jennkins assisting them with the tasks. People stopped hopping by around 11 (due to the start of the lunch hour), T taking the time to see if any new paintings or arts has begun developing. There was one, which his acquaintance Mark had been painting. It was of something T couldn’t quite name. T didn't like it very much. Over in the corner, someone was sculpting some modern art sculpture thing. T preferred classical works himself, due to the style, but liked all art as form of expression. Jennkins stopped his canter through the studio to take a quick peek of one of his favorite paintings. The picture depicted something that couldn’t quite be described (don’t get TEEHEE on me here), and he thought it was quite nice. It calmed him. Anyway, Jennkins worked until 4, when his shift ended. He headed home, then hung around till 5, deciding to take a drive. Feeling the need for something he didn’t really like, T though of the nearest KFC. “Rockport again…” he thought. “Well, I have time and action will happen there.” He drove to Rockport. 5:23, Rockport
Arriving at KFC, T thought “Why did I bother to do this? God, I can’t stand fried chicken. I’ll just order some fried without the chicken,” T thought. Walking into the KFC, T realized how long the line was (Near-out the door). Some black Nissan Skyline and some black BMW 8 Series parked near Jennkin’s riced Nissan with an annoying (to Jennkins at the time) British couple exiting their respective cars. “Did you see that flashy Nissan outside?” The pale girl asked her boyfriend as they entered the restaurant. Jennkins looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes, ready to take some heavy criticism (and put up with British accents). The guy with a spiked jacket took a look through the window at the Nissan and shrugged as him and his girlfriend got in line. “Oh great, a queue.” She added. “We’ll survive just as how we survived seeing the ‘flashy’ Nissan as you called it.” John replied, not exactly agreeing about the Nissan being flashy. At least not that flashy. Jennkins sighed rather loudly, due to British accents and expecting them to insult his car. “I heard somebody sighing, he must be the owner of that thing.” Brittany replied without discretion. T couldn’t take it anymore. “Thanks for that,” he said sarcastically, obviously a bit irritated by both British accents and someone calling his car a ‘thing’. The group ordering (and getting a seat) later: Jennkins picked up the Chicken and biscuits, walking over to the table and setting the grub down in the middle. John picked the fried chicken and Cola while Brittany picked up the hot wings and the Mtn Dew. They picked a table a sat down, coincidentally they actually sat down next to Jennkins. “Hello,” said T. “Now, who are you 2?” “John Black, car photographer and street racer.” “Hello ricer. My name is Brittany Bevis.” “My name is Jennkins, T. Jennkins, not ‘ricer’.” “What does the T stands for?” John asked. “T. Don’t ask.” “Wow, is this really a secret?” Brittany asked and took a bite from one of the wings. “ Don’t ask,” T replied to put some firmness into things as he grabbed the only chicken leg he would eat, disliking chicken, and instead just ate most of the biscuits. While the three were busy getting a heart attack enjoying their chicken, a noisy black Camaro rolled into the lot. A girl that wasn’t pale like the Brit exited from it, and went into the fast food restaurant. Jennkins looked over as the door opened, then resumed enjoying his biscuit. John looked over too as if he knew this girl. “She’s one of my crew members.” John said and started eating afterwards. “Crew?” gargled T as his mouth was full of biscuit. The girl continued to not notice the group as she ordered some popcorn chicken. As he swallowed the last crumbs of what he determined to be his last biscuit, T asked John, “You have a crew? You race as well?” “Thought I said that earlier.” John replied with a bit of chicken still in his mouth. Meanwhile a more hungry Brittany was busy eating. “Oh yeah. Derp me.” A red Honda Civic, not quite as noisy as the Camaro but still quite the high-revving annoyance, stopped in the parking lot. “Hoooola.” Carlos greeted in a drawn-out manner. T responded with a simple “Hello” “Hey… I think I’ve seen you before.” John said. “I haven’t seen him. Where/Why have all of ya met before?” “I haven’t seen you before, blue-hair man ” Carlos replied to John. “Aren’t you the Civic driver from that previous race?” John asked. “What race? Am I correct at guessing it was somewhere around here?” T said a bit confused. “I may be, and I may not be. For all you know I can be just some Mexican guy you randomly met.” Carlos replied. “Well, I know we haven’t met before. I’m T. Jennkins.” T reaches over and the 2 shake hands. “Jennkins, eh? Name’s Carlos Ortiz.” “Carlos. Alright. If my eyes haven’t deceived me, I take it that that red Civic is yours?” “Si. Yes.” “Sabo un poco de espaňol,” T replied. “Eh, no need. I can get English just fine. And who is the telepath?” Carlos asked, gesturing at John. “Some guy I met about 2 minutes ago or so,” Jennkins replied. “I take it he tried to act like he saw you before too?” “No, instead his girlfriend decided to hate my car because it’s ‘riced’.” “Who said I hate it Mr. T?” Brittany replied. “Most if it was due to your not-too-approving tone when you referred to my car. As long as you don’t completely hate it, I’m fine.” “Cars with neons are not appropriate to many people in 2014, some of them are so desperate about it that they won’t believe such a car may have performance modifications too. Or they won’t give a fuck.” John replied. “Well, my car may look riced, but at least it doesn’t run 50 mil. degrees of negative camber I know what I’m doing under the hood. Most of the outside is just visual stuff, but i have tweaked it here and there to optimize downforce. And I’m guessing I shouldn’t bring up subwoofers and 2014..” T said his voice fading out, Jennkins doing it purposely. “So what kind of music do you like?” Brittany asked after barely hearing something about subwoofers. ‘Classical, Alternative-a splash of Techno-ish stuff-and ‘lead’,” T said with a little laugh at his bad pun. “Lead?” Carlos asked. “Get the reference to Heavy metals?” T replied clarifying the terrible pun that probably no one could understand. “Oh. Lead. Ooooookay then.” “Why did I make a pun outta that? Anyway, now that we’ve somehow all met, what are we going to do now?” “I came to eat, but since I’m almost done… I wouldn’t mind a race.” John replied. “I’m up for one. And you?” T said to Carlos. “I don’t see why not.” Carlos responded, still knowing full well that as far as current events go, Ichiro was still the measuring stick in terms of opposition. “Alright then.” T stood up. “So, where’re we racing to?” “What type of race? We need to settle this first.” Brittany replied. “Well, count me out if you guys want drift or drag.” John replied. “Okay then. A sprint should do. Here to the golf course.” “Who wants to draw the track?” Brittany asked. “I’ve got it covered.” T pulled out a map. “Anyone have a pen on hand?” “Nope, sorry.” Carlos said. “I don’t. Ask someone else around here or if you have a GPS, make the track there and show it to us.” John replied. “I see. I should have one in my car, we should go out there and get ready for the race anyway.” T walks out, followed by the others (don’t kill me). He unlocks his car and grabs the GPS from inside, making it draw out the route. He shows it to the others. “Not full of corners, I like it.” Brittany replied. “Carlos you have a GPS?” John asked. “I suppose.” “Alright then.” T looks over his 240, and then steps in. He turns on the neon and revs his engine. “Let’s line up near that traffic light.” Brittany said as she entered her BMW 8 Series and revved its V12 engine. John coughed a bit due to the smoke coming from the two burnouts caused by the revs, which soon stopped. “Could you download the track to our GPSes?” John said to Jennkins as his 240SX’s window from the driver seat side was more or less lowered. T sent the route to John, Carlos, and Brittany’s GPS’s. John entered his spoilerless black Skyline R32 nearby afterwards, and followed Brittany to the traffic light, T following behind. Jennkins turned up the subwoofers, having pulled up next to Brit’s left for a reason. Brittany played some rock music on her BMW’s sound system. Carlos, with little hubbub such as loud music or anything else, simply tucked his Civic to the right of the R32 Skyline. Between John’s Skyline and Brittany’s BMW, there was a divider containing light posts and small trees for a good portion of the road ahead. “Ready?” T asked, revving his engine and turning down the volume on his subwoofers. “We lined up at this traffic light for a reason I guess. Waiting for it to go green.” John replied as the window of his car was a bit lowered. As if on-queue, the light turned green. The Race:
John launched with a lead for about a second, but was then overtaken by Jennkins. Brittany was at the back, not too far from Carlos. Carlos took the first shortcut, whilst the others stayed on the road. The 3 drag raced until coming up to the next shortcut, which everyone took because it was obviously better than the normal planned route. Carlos got through first, followed by T, John, and Brit. Normally, Carlos would have a quite big advantage, but the shortcut had a bit of obstacles. Brittany overtook John, who had to avoid some traffic, and began a slipstream on T. Her lead was short lived, however, as John took a good inside line through the next (rather-wide-highway) corner. Because of this, he also managed to pass Jennkins, who didn’t take the tightest line through the corner. Carlos still had the lead, and John slipped into a draft behind him. Coming up to traffic, Carlos had to take part in the Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes , followed by John who mimicked his movements for the time being. Carlos no longer had the ability to pull ahead at the higher speeds, due to poor power-to-torque ratio up the hills. John was catching up to him. Not too further back, T wasn’t having trouble with Brittany. He dodged through the same traffic as Carlos and John. Brit had a bit of trouble with her fatass (BMW handling), but quickly regained ground due to horsepower and high speed acceleration. Carlos looked in his sid3view mirror to see John’s black skyline behind him. He watched him there for a second, but refocused on John who was trying to overtake him. Carlos cut in front of John as he tried to pass, but John was not ready to give up. The attempted-overtake-cut-him-off thing went on for another 3 times in the next 15 seconds, in which Brittany had passed T, T lacking all high-end acceleration with his 240SX. He did, however, have an advantage when it came to Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes Brit struggled with the handling of her fatass (BMW) avoiding another bit of clumped traffic, a bit of traffic where John had managed to take Carlos’ lead and pull ahead a bit. Carlos was trying, but his Civic didn’t have the power he needed. Jennkins was next to Brit, and he decided to amp up his subwoofers for a bit of fun. Brittany challenged that with turning up the dials on her stereo to near-max. T cranked up the woofers, the bass REALLY starting to kick in. A response to his actions came with Brit cranking all the settings on her stereo to MAX. T responded with all the noise his subwoofers could emit. Both cars were now visibly vibrating the sound was so loud. The battle ended, however, because T decided he didn’t want to kill his eardrums quite yet. Both sound systems were louder than eachother, Brit’s sound dominating the treble and T’s woofers overkilling the bass. By this time the 2 were near the top of the highway. “Another one who tends to play music on max during races like Brittany eh.” John thought, expecting this from Brittany but not from Jennkins. John was just about to finish up ahead. He did so, and Carlos was a second or 2 behind him, followed by T and Brit, who finished around the same time. They tied. Post race:
The group had stopped at a cutoff by the golf course. “Like your music loud do ya?” T said to Brit as he exited his car. “Mainly after you turned yours to max. What did you expect?” Brittany said after exiting her BMW. “You did have rock music at a significant volume throughout the entire duration of the race, so I did expect you to like it loud.” John exited his Skyline afterwards. “This track advantaged my Skyline hasn’t it?” He asked rather rhetorically. “I couldn’t see how.” Carlos said, semi-sarcastically. “I guess so. But it wasn’t really a serious race, I mean c’mon man Brit and I had an epic sound battle,” T replied. “That’s right… too bad because in the end we couldn’t hear a single song properly.” John replied a bit amused. “High speed did distort the sound a bit. Should I demonstrate some with clarity right now?” T responded with humor. BTW, T played the song ‘Sweetness’ by Jimmy Eat World. “I meant that the two songs distorted each other by being played on max at the same time.” “Nooooooooooo, REALLY?” T said in the most sarcastic voice the world has ever heard. “I couldn’t hear a single song properly because between T and Brittany, they weren’t playing music of my taste. ” was Carlos’s reply. “I gotta go now, nice to meet you two I guess…” Brittany replied as she headed to her BMW. “I’m out too, see you next time. And thanks for the race guys.” John replied as he got into his Skyline and chased Brittany’s BMW, both heading to the northwest of Rosewood’s highway. “I’m not a fan of this guy. Or his girlfriend for that matter.” Carlos finally admitted to T. “I should have known when he greeted me with the question of me being a driver from a race.” “His girlfriend… how does he put up with her?” “Masochism? Best way I can put it.” T laughed. “Makes sense. Catch you later Carlo.” After exchanging numbers with Carlo, T got into his car and left, leaving Carlos to his own devices.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 14:18:28 GMT 1
Tollbooth Problems
Day 3:
07:00 pm
Camden Bitch (pun jokes , *claps* kim jong un approved x-()
Another day in the life of Randall Raines ended, having just finished a shift at the HKS shop by the police station. Looking out into the sun setting towards the south, he sighed at the thought of his new home shared with two of his former “associates”, DCPD Chief Vincent Elierts and his old protege, Rex King. He’d been here in Darke County for merely three months, but he was already getting wind of what the two were now up to in this County, such as Elierts’s Chief gig, and Rex’s rise to prominence as the most sinful Blacklist racer in the city at #3.
“Ergh, my arms hurt. Oh well, I always have the nighttime to look forward to, especially in that beauty of a car over there.” he thought, looking at his Mustang - a Shelby GT500KR to be exact.
He got into the car, said his remarks to his co-workers at the HKS shop, and drove off towards the south through the tunnel, eventually turning right into Downtown Rockport once he got the chance - not before he had a funny experience with a fellow racer by the tollbooth, however. You see, as he stopped to pay the bills to get into the downtown, a fellow racer in a silver Lexus IS300 was having a bit of an argument with the man running his booth beside Randall’s Mustang, or Eleanor as he named her. The man, as far as Randall could tell, had a cockney’s accent, meaning he was either British or Australian.
“Your car is old as your mom! Now move your car aside!” said the silver IS 300 driver to the random civilian in the 1970’s beaten up Honda Civic.”I-i can’t move it! The engine broke down! I’m really sorry , sir!” said the random civilian.”You dumbass! You should buy a new car not this piece of crap!” said the silver IS 300 driver.
The silver IS 300 driver keeps arguing to the random civilian about a 1-2 minutes.Everyone near these guys look at the IS 300 driver arguing to the random civilian and some of the people nearby took the photo of them.
“Ah, the pleasures of being 20. Quite uncivilized for a car named a ‘Civic’, though.” Randall thought to himself," as the man in the Lexus was walking closer to the man in the Civic.
“Look , if you don’t move your piece of shit in any minutes , i’ll punch you right in the face.” as the IS 300 driver grabs random civilian’s collar as he’s ready to punch that civilian’s face.
Giving the civilian reaction is scared and he steps back as the IS 300 driver getting close to him.”C-ca-calm down , man! L-lemme starts my car and see if it’s works!” random civilian replied.”Okay fine , if you din’t manage to start this car , i’ll call the tow truck to throw away your dumb looking riced Civic!” IS 300 driver replied with a higher voice than before.
A line of cars beeping behind the silver Lexus as some of them took the another tollbooth as they are in hurry.The random civilian gets in his riced beaten up Civic and tries to start engine.
The silver IS 300 driver waits him at the side of the Civic with a grumpy face.The Civic managed to get started and a few seconds later , the engine explodes a bit leaving a lot of smokes coming out from the engine.
“That escalated quickly.” said Randall, who had gotten out of his car and approached the man in the Lexus who was taken aback as soon as a loud BANG broke the air in half.
“Woah , woah!” as the silver Lexus driver got pulled by Randall as the explodes come out from the Civic.”Wow , that was a close call.” as he thought.He looked at the Civic , seeing the random civilian is fainted due to the explosion.”Must save him although he’s pain in the ass” as he thought again.
“Hold on. Let me do it.” Randall said, as the other racer tried to get the Civic’s driver out of harm’s way, even if he was still in shock after VTEC suddenly kicked in while the car was stopped. Randall pulled the man from the wreck into the other side of the road, where he got himself set next to the aggressor in the Lexus.
“Are you two okay? Any burns or wounds?” he asked them.
“I-i’m fine.” silver Lexus driver replied.The random civilian coughed quite a lot since he’s the victim of that explosion.”I-i’m fin-” and then he falls down to the ground as he’s about to finish his sentence.The silver Lexus driver grabbed that random civilian before he landed on the road.”T-That was close…” the silver Lexus said to himself.He looks at the random civilian face as it’s bleeding alot because the a lot of projectiles like glasses hit him right in the face.
“Ah. So much for no wounds. Well, since we were both at the scene I suggest we both take him to the hospital. By the way, your name?” Randall asked the man in the IS300, still holding the injured man in his arms.
“Ah… my name is Everett Gingson , just call me EG if you wanted to… and what’s your name?” as he’s holding an injured man in his arms.
“Randall Raines. We should get going before his condition gets worse. The nearest hospital is in downtown Rockport, if I’m not mistaken?” he replied.
“Alrighty then , mate!” EG replied.”Who’s car are we gonna take?” EG replied again.
Looking back at his GT500, Randall then told Everett, “We should take mine. Not that it’s a faster car or anything, I just don’t drive other people’s cars.”
“Wait , that’s not your car? Thought it’s yours” EG replied.
“It IS mine. I’m pointing at it, see?” Randall replied, somewhat annoyed while pointing at the Mustang.
“Oh sorry , i was misheard about your words.” EG replied.The random civilian is getting worse since he cough a lot.”We better take him to the hospital very quickly , he’s getting worse” EG replied with worry.
Randall ran back into the driver’s seat of the muscle car and signaled Everett to take the man and himself into the car. He lifted the passenger’s seat to accommodate space for EG to sit in at the back seats, as the passenger had to be in the front seat to get immediate treatment.
He quickly ran to the Mustang and enters the Mustang through the passenger’s door and puts the random civilian in front of the seat and EG sits at the back seat.”Just don’t drive too fast or this guy will get worse , much worse.” EG replied.
“That’s not true.” Randall replied, as he jammed the throttle and sped off into Downtown Rockport. At first, he gripped slightly through the more high-speed uphill roads beside the docks, but the he had to slow down a bit more for the double L-roads leading into the intersection between Highway 201 and Downtown Rockport. This went on, until Randall was now by Burnham Park, where he jammed it once more, as the GT500 went through a tunnel underneath a few buildings. Before they knew it, Randall had jammed on the brake pedal and they were now next to the hospital located somewhat nearby to the Police Station.
“Alright. I’ll carry him in, then I’ll come back to make space for you to get out of the car, Everett.” he told the Australian, who had slightly
“Okay , i’ll call the tow truck to tow my car to the car mechanic to fix my car while waiting for you , mate” EG replied.
Randall took the bloodied stranger into the hospital with him into the hospital. Reaching the front desk, he told the clerk sitting there making calculations “Hey! This guy here needs help ASAP. He has shrapnel on his face, and he’s bleeding badly. Are you even listening?”
“Sir, how are you related to this man?”
“I’m not. For god’s sakes, bring him in already!” he replied with a sense of urgency.
A stretcher was brought out immediately from a room beside the Emergency Room and the man was then placed on it. He was carted off into the ER, at which point Randall came back for Everett. Opening the passenger’s door, he saw Everett calling the towtruckers to take his car to the shop.
“Sorry about leaving your car behind there.” Randall told him.
“Nah , it’s okay… atleast you helped that man… also , can you take me to this mechanic shop?”EG shows a location of the mechanic shop where a towtruck man sent to.
“Alright, that doesn’t look too far from here. Get in the passenger’s seat.” he replied, freeing up space for Everett to transfer seats. After that was over with, Randall jammed on the throttle once more, revving the 7-litre V8 into second gear, going back into Camden Beach the same way he came from.
“You know, I think that car exploding escalated pretty quickly.” he told Everett, as he drifted through a corner next to a warehouse under a bridge, almost hitting a green garbage container with his Mustang’s tail.
EG wears a seatbelt while Randall is driving.”Well , it’s a stupid ricer Civic , what do you expect? Anyway , where do you bought this car? It’s quite hard to find this car nowadays.”
“The thing is, well… I stole her. Not just because I wanted to, I sort of had to do it.” Randall replied, stepping on the pedal and spinning the wheels as the Mustang exited a corner leading back into Camden’s Masterson Shipyard.
“You such a bad boy , mate… I’d like to know about you , Randall because i love to know about people’s background” EG replied while holding a handler at the door.
“We could talk more sometime, maybe when we arrive back at the shop.” the thief replied, as the muscle car sped through Camden Tunnel like how a hot knife would run through butter.
“Ah , okay… while you’re driving , i’mma call the mechanic if my car is okay or not.” EG replied while he’s tapping the touchscreen of his phone to make a mechanic’s number.
“No need. We’re pretty close to the shop. Hang on!” the reckless man screamed, as they went up a hill and jumped off the ground. “YEEEEE-HAWWW!” he screamed, while the Mustang was flying through the air at 150 mph. Everything went into slow motion for both Randall and Everett, as a wall was quickly approaching - the car hadn’t even landed yet, so there was no stopping this flying 1600kg knife.
“AHHHHH” EG screamed in slow motion with a frightened face since he din’t expected that.”You’re going to hit that wall!” EG replied in slow motion.
The car landed in the middle of what seemed to be a perfectly square-shaped road, sparks flying from its underbody as it made a not-so-smooth landing. Randall stepped on the brakes and pulled on the E-brake while turning the car to the left to stop it. Surprisingly, it did halt to a complete stop, considering this was a muscle car from the 60s.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Randall asked Everett, who was still in shock. “Okay, okay. Sorry about the jumpscare.” he added, while giggling at the look on EG’s face.
“N-no , that’s fine! I-i’m having fun , t-though!” EG replied and still in shock after that moment happens. That’s the most intense shit i’ve ever been though this himself.”S-so , a-are we here?” EG replied still in shock.
“Nah. But it’s just literally around the corner.” Randall replied, as he got the car back into motion, turning left towards a steep uphill road. “Oh, he definitely enjoyed that. It’s my usual way of meeting women, after all.” he thought to himself while giggling still. A few seconds later, Randall turned left yet again, but this time they finally arrived at their destination - the HKS Shop - where the Lexus IS300 of EG’s was parked. In the meantime, the most reckless driver in the county got his car parked beside said Lexus, and turned off the engine.
“There it is, EG. Doesn’t look too dinged to me, unless you count oil stains from the Honda’s blown engine.” he told his passenger.
EG looks at his precious Lexus and it got fixed at the front due to the explosion.”Well , it look good as new...Anyway , as you mentioned before , i’d like to hear a backstory from you , mate.” EG replied.
“Where do I start… Well, I used to be the man to call if you wanted a handful of expensive cars at a low price. Basically, I used to steal cars for rich stingy businessmen, and among my team of thieves was #3 on the so-called ‘Blacklist’ today - Rex King himself. Everything was going smoothly till I retired from the theft ring and a rude Brit businessman decided to bring me out of retirement with a threat to kill my brother, Kip, if I didn’t do what he said. So I stole cars once more, but in the end when I came to the Long Beach docks eight minutes late in this very car we’re sitting in right now, the Brit decided to be a retard and tried killing both Kip and I. Luckily, or not so luckily, an old enemy of mine, Lieutenant Vincent Elierts stepped in to arrest the Brit’s henchmen. I got a little too vicious that day and clotheslined the bastard right into the water - he drowned to death minutes later. So you could say I killed him. And that’s where Elierts decided to try arresting me for murder, but my whole team got away pretty quickly. I’m here in Darke County now to try forgetting all that ever happened, but I need to get closure with both Rex and Elierts. That’s my story.” Randall told EG.
“Wow , that’s uh… pretty dark story you got there , mate…. Well , wanna hear my story?” EG replied.
“All ears.” he replied.
“Well , it all started in Perth , Australia… My dad started to teach me how to drive back when i was 18 at the Bathurst since he’s a race car driver back in the late 70’s and 80’s.He’s really teaching me hard about driving a car which is 1980 VW Scirocco.In the early 2000’s , my friend gift me this Lexus because he wanted to buy a Nissan Skyline R34. I started to modified that Lexus after my friend gave it to me and i’ve almost use all of my money on that car.After i’ve spend my money on that car , i’ve joined a series of circuit race at the Bathurst. The road was pretty tough tho since the race track is on the hill terrain.I’ve quit as a race driver after i had an accident at the Bathurst in the year of 2002.It was pretty bad that i can’t tell how is the situation is at that time.So , i went to the city with my Lexus and joined some few illegal race.My dad ignores the things that i did at that time.After a few street illegal racing , there’s a crew called “Aussie Power” tries to push me out from the illegal racing since i’ve beat a lot of his crew due all of them using V8 Aussie cars which is the car can’t handle like a dream unlike my Lexus.So , i’ve moved to this Darke County after one of my friend heard there’s a lot of illegal street race than in this city.So , i’ve moved to this city and here i am... The End…” EG told to Randall.”Hope you’re enjoying my story ,tho” EG replied again.
“Race pedigree, huh. That explains your reaction to the huge jump.” Randall replied, laughing. “No, but seriously, you’ve been through a lot. Takes guts to move to the most dangerous county in America.” he added.
“Haha , i know but i’m lucky to have a dad that’s a race car driver.If my dad is not a race car driver , i would’nt be here and i would stay at Perth these days!” EG laughed.
“Haha, well.. It’s getting kind of late. Sorry to end it here, but I have to crash home. Nice meeting you, Everett.” said Randall, who started his Mustang up again.
“Well , i’mma gonna take my Lexus and send to home! Well , pleasure to meet you , Randall.” EG replied. Before he is going to leave , EG said “ Would’nt you mind if i take a picture of your and hang it on my house’s wall? It’s a really really rare car!” EG replied.
“No problem.”
EG opens the car door and goes infront of the Shelby , takes the picture of the car and gives a thumb up to the Randall.He walks to his Lexus and gets inside , started the engine and slammed his feet on the gas pedal creating a huge white smokes behind and turns on the headlight at the corner.
Randall took his leave, and drove back down the road to his small flat house east of the area.
TEH END OF TEH DAY 3!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 6:18:52 GMT 1
1 - Escape and Encounter.
Day 1
00:06
Highlander Stadium
Following the Imprezzive Impreza and the Eclipse out of the stadium, the black Camaro did a powerslide out onto the highway. It’s V8 motor roared with power, spinning it’s rear wheels wildly with a trail of smoke flowing out off. Police sirens noisily rang through the air, the colours of red, blue and white lighting where the streetlamps kept dark. Cars poured out of the stadium lot, racers scattering their own separate ways and cops trying their best to not lose any of their targets.
Ellie headed southbound, down towards the tunnels in the highway. It was a risk, as it was very possible that units from Downtown would be dispatched to block off that side. However, it also provided the most options of escape provided it was not blocked off. Not to mention the fact that the Camaro can outrun any patrol car…
“Pursuit has been going on for a good 3 minutes… No way they’ll make a roadblock in time anyways.” Ellie thought to herself.
With that, she floored the Camaro, shifting through 3rd, 4th and onto 5th gear as the pony powered it’s way into the tunnels. One of the Ford Interceptors stuck with her, though it steadily lost ground. Though the modern police cruiser had a good 65 horses more than Ellie’s Camaro, it also weigh in at least 40% heavier with it’s police equipment. Good for taking out anyone they run into, but that’s if they could catch them. Into the tunnels, the V8 echoed angrily as the Camaro flew in at well over 140 mph. The Police Cruiser followed in, it’s sirens drowning out the noise of the turbocharged V6 it had. Visual was not yet lost, but it was evident the Camaro will evade if no back up were to come.
Rectangular lights glowed on the back of the Camaro as the end of the tunnel neared. It was a bit of a twisty section in the middle of the highway, perhaps designed to go with the flow of the nearby hills… even though one could clearly see that it could have been made straight. Regardless, it made for a flatout run a bit more difficult, and with a car without perfect handling, Ellie definitely had to brake to make her way through them. It wasn’t too much of a big deal however, as the police cruiser behind her had to do the same. Traffic was at a minimum, allowing Ellie to glide through without much difficulty.
Her next choice of route was to take the ramp down to Downtown. Of course, that would not be her destination, as if any backup were to come aide the last cruiser behind her, it would be from there. Ellie quickly glanced at the time after she cleared the onramp. It had been a good 2 minutes since the racers had scattered. There would be a bit of a gap between the police backup arriving and her breaking visual contact of her pursuer if she estimated correctly, but that would be if the police had just exited their headquarters. Hoping to herself that would be the case, she gunned the throttle, heading eastbound towards Camden. As she had estimated, no further units had appeared at the intersection yet. The unit behind her was fading off in the meanwhile and with the cover the minorly twisty road gave her, escape was iminent.
The bus terminal was passed by once again, second time by her today. Her rearview mirror shown only the lights of the police cruiser reflecting off the walls of buildings, but visual contact had been broken. No lights came out from the intersection coming from downtown either.
“Home free.” Ellie thought smiling to herself, as she headed into the hills of Camden. “Or rather, Home three point five Gs richer… Damn cops kept me from passing where I could’ve though.”
OOC: Did the calculation, based off the times I said on this post, Ellie would have averaged 90+ mph from the Highlander Stadium to the bus terminal. That is, going by the distance on the map rather than the distances in the games. I believe Ellie’s next appearance will be in Grim’s post… probably.
A short drive later, Ellie was back home at Dunwich Village. She drove into the alley way behind her house, shutting the car off and exiting it to inspect the damage. Scratches and a dent on the right side, courtesy of… Fords. It was barely visible however, with the mud and grass from the little cut through the baseball field.
“Wasn’t exactly a home run of a shortcut that.” Ellie thought, rubbing some of the dirt off with a cloth. Her train of thought was then broken by the sound of another car approaching. A noisy turbo one. Taking a glance out of the alleyway, she saw a Skyline pull up behind the gas station and into the car wash that was broken.
“Would’ve been a good way to cool off the heat if it had actually worked. Think that car was in the race too.”
Looking around to see if any cops were coming, Ellie saw none. She went back to her Camaro at this point, intending to put it into the garage. With a quick glance at the fuel gauge however, she decided that she may as well fill it up now while the car was out. At that point, another car arrived. Another turbo-six, though different configuration and from a completely different make. It was a white Golf R32.
“Named and coloured like a golf ball but they should have called it the ‘Bowling’... Don’t see that around here often though.”
As she moved the Camaro to the pumps and started filling up, she saw the two drivers beginning to interact. Deciding to see what they were up to, Ellie quickly went to pay for her gasoline and a hot dog because why not. By the time she was out, the two guys had opened up the garage and were taking a look at a Supra.
“Didn’t see that before…”
Overhearing a bit of the conversation about how the car was won, Ellie greeted them.
“Neat. Sup, ras?” She said, then thinking. “Wait, used that today already… well, an hour ago.”
“Evading cops indeed. And welcome.”
“Such a disappointing reaction there, guess some people don’t get spooked easily.”
As they were talking, the unknown Golf driver started up the Supra, and revved it for a bit to test out its turbos. The car sounded stock, but there was something else in the exhaust note you couldn't describe. Something ferocious. "Looks like I'm not the only one dealing with roadblocks tonight. I guess it's time I introduced myself. I'm Seth Simmons. You two?"
“John Black. And I’m still surprised a bit at Rex’s reward for you.”
“Eleanor Duke.” Ellie said, opening up a wrapper of a hot dog from the gas station.
"Nothing looks wrong with the car for now. How did you two evade the heat? They were all over the Downtown when I came into the city, guess they were looking for more of us to bust." Seth said, revving the engine more.
“As I thought, good thing I beat the crowd.”
“It helps knowing where the cops come from. I just drove fast.” Ellie replied, taking a bite from her snack immediately after she finished her sentence. “And this car wasn’t here a week back. So I don’t think it eroded or anything.”
“I avoided Downtown Rockport and out-cornered them. For the car, I’m not saying it’s in a bad state or something. Just that I find it suspicious for number three to do something like this.” John replied.
“You sound like you know the blacklist people well, else you wouldn’t keep mentioning that this is suspicious.” Ellie stated. “Also the fuck does out cornering a cop mean here? We’re in Rockport not the Canyons.”
“It’s just my paranoid side. I can’t say that I know them.”
“Then the fuck you know, none of us are a threat to him at this point. It’s a free car.”
"Well, let's just say those idiots took care of themselves." Seth replied. "Crashed into their own roadblock, probably kil- injured at least two of the 'law enforcers'. Now that you mention it, that guy seemed kinda off, though."
"Same with half the County. And this guy pretending to know everyone.” Ellie replied, looking at John at ‘this guy’.
“What makes you street race?” John asked to change the subject. “I’m in to prove my skills and improve as much as I can.”
“From the race, I can tell you have a lot to improve.” Ellie said. “Didn’t see you for part of the race.”
“Huh... Why do I street race…? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but it’s that neither of you would understand.” Palmont’s winner replied, opening one garage door from the inside of the Castrol oil shop. “Oh goddamn it, I didn’t think this through. How the hell am I gonna bring these two cars back to Palmont?” Seth said, sounding both confused and pissed while pointing towards both the Golf R32 and the Supra.
“I guess you can’t for now. I’ll provide you my apartment and my warehouse for at least today though.”
“How about I leave the Supra at your warehouse, then I’ll think of something for the Golf. Sound good?” replied a clearly relieved Seth.
“I work and live not far from here, it’ll probably be closer than his warehouse.” Ellie said. “As for why I race… guess it’s a thing passed down to me. Never thought about it much to be honest. I would like to have it back without all these organizers from out of town running things, but racing alone won’t solve it.”
After some thought, Seth eventually said: “I’ll leave the Supra at your place, then. I don’t want to travel more than I already have tonight, plus I don’t even know if this thing has a drop of gas in it or not.” He then walked up to his parked R32, shining white in the night compared to the other two’s blackened cars, started it, then brought it inside the oil care station beside the Supra.
“And when I said not far from here… I mean I live on the other side of this street.” Ellie said when Seth parked the Golf.
“Are you the Camaro driver from the earlier race?” John asked Ellie.
“My car is across the street, take a look.” Ellie replied.
At this point, both John and Seth looked towards the left to see a stock-looking Camaro, parked by the gas pumps.
“Eh, I wouldn’t know how you didn’t notice that car earlier. It made a bit of noise in this, uh, ‘town’.” stated Seth.
“Not too uncommon around here really. I mean, the trailer park is like right beside here too. It’s called Dunwich but it’s more like… Dun’t rich.”
“I like these places. A lot more than London.” John replied.
“London has rednecks? Learn something new everyday.” Ellie remarked.
“It has something more annoying, which is traffic.” John replied.
“Try redneck traffic. Lifted trucks and drunk assholes blocking the road.”
“It’s not that small towns are uncommon to me, hell they were common as hell back in the midwest. Still though, you never really get used to the feel of these towns. Not even four years later.” as Seth got out of his Volkswagen.
“So what made you leave the midwest?” John asked.
“It just never felt like home. I mean sure, you can race there, and become the best there too, but after you reach the top, what’s next?” Seth replied, with a slight sigh.
“I left London because of cops, though I was going to leave it either way due to the high amount of traffic which apparently was reaching even the less populated areas of the city.” John replied.
The Golf’s driver was taken aback slightly, then said “Isn’t that unfortunate, ‘law enforcement’ striking again. How exactly did you leave London, by boat or by plane?”
“Tell me about it. Don’t even know how there’s even a scene here still.”
“Plane because that was the quicker way.” John replied.
“So did you fly your car here or boat it here or buy it here?” Ellie asked.
“Fly.” John replied.
“So you took the sky-line to get the Skyline over. Sounds expensive.”
“That’s true. It’s also true that I was a bit desperate.” John replied, amused in the beginning by Ellie’s pun.
Seth let out a slight giggle for a while. “I gotta admit, that was a good one, Camaro girl.”
“I moved here with the intent of forming a crew among other things… are you two interested?” John asked, cutting to the chase.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. We barely know you at this point.” sneered Seth, putting the keys of the Golf back in his pocket.
“It’ll take a lot of convincing there. What’s in it for me to join you?” Ellie asked, emphasizing the ‘me’ part a bit. “And I mean a lot. You may think you’re some hotshot racer with a fancy hairdo but you’re just just a punk with a car people like.”
“I realize it’s early, and right now I can only guarantee that the purpose of this crew would be facing off other crews to defeat them. Contact me if you’re up for this. Maybe we should also race each other sooner or later.” John replied.
“We just did. I beat you.” Ellie said flatly.
“Yes, you’ve proven your worth to me. Meanwhile Seth won a race.”
“Annd you?”
“That’s the point. Skills wise at least, I’m the one here who still has to show them.”
“Yeah you do. Those racing stripes ain’t helping you race.”
“It depends. Give me at least three good reasons to join in, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Seth sneered once more, taking on a scarier, or prouder tone.
“Ok? Chance to defeat other crews, people you can count on and cash. There you go, 3 obvious as fuck but also good reasons.” John replied and shrugged.
“Well, the second one I’m not sure of. And a chance to defeat them?” Ellie continued with the questions. “Shitty three reasons, and also has low confidence. I’ll see how this plays out.”
“Crews, I barely know anything about. I’ve only been here two months, and I live in Kempton. News doesn’t reach that ghetto as fast as the other districts, unless you talk to that conspiracy theorist working at the junkyard. Even then, you wouldn’t really get a straight answer from him… since he gives no fucks whatsoever.” Seth said now in a more relaxed and welcoming tone, leaning on his R32.
“It takes some courage to live in that ghetto. And I don’t really know a lot more about the crews around here than you. From what I’ve seen when catching crew races, the amount of members per crew is 4 and the battle goes for territories. I bet Ellie may know a bit more about them.” John replied.
“I know a few crews. Just the ones around here. But no seriously, just a chance? If I want just a chance I’ll go to Silverton.” Ellie stated. “Gambling my way to the top, yay. And Kempton huh, this guy is interesting.”
“Confidence is a good thing but so is prudence when you’re inviting people you barely know to something.” John replied.
At this point, Seth had gotten into his Golf, opened his driver’s window, and adjusted his seat into a recliner. “You’ve got a point, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you barely know me.” Seth said, mocking Ellie. “Still, you’ve got me intrigued.”
“Yeah I don’t, but I like you more than Mr. Hairdoo.”
Ellie crumbled up her hotdog wrapper and threw it into a trash bin nearby, looking more irratated than she actually was. “I know you two for a good ten minutes. I ain’t doing this for just a possibility.”
“Street racing itself is just a possibility, if you ask me. There’s a chance you win cash, a chance you get yourself into a cell for 12 hours, and a chance you lose your life in a traffic accident.” a stoic Seth responded.
“You have a point, but I rather rely on myself to not go behind bars and not die before relying on another person to do that for me. The question is, do you think that if we form this crew, we can work as a team even? Because if I wanted a simple chance, I could gather up 3 guys, say we’ll split the cash afterwards and that’ll be that.” Ellie replied. “Don’t have to bother with the whole ‘let’s get to know each other’ thing with that.”
“Maybe I’m getting too worked up over this… fuck it, I’ll see how it goes.”
“Of course I believe that we can work as a team, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you two to join this.” John replied.
“So what’s the name then? Or our 4th person” Ellie asked.
“Black Riders.”
“I’m not really sure how to react to that.” the Volkswagen’s driver reacted, still lying down in his car.
“Sounds like a bike gang. And since none of us are black, it’s one named after you.” Ellie responded. “His last name and something to do with driving. Way to sound like 2 other crews around here.”
“Didn’t want something remarkable. I would rather have our driving style remarkable.” John replied before getting some call. He took a look and turned off his phone like nothing happened.
“I guess you could call the leader being a dead weight and the others doing all the work is remarkable.” Ellie stated, deciding to ignore John’s random phone hang up.
“I thought you were more confident than that.” An unfazed John replied.
“Not in you. You’re the one claiming that we only might be able to beat other crews, just putting reasoning behind it.” Ellie shrugged. “But no seriously, why would I be confident in you?”
John was taken aback and slightly for a few seconds, then said, “My confidence is showing itself during races more than it does outside them.” John then grabbed his Cola from the R32 and took a sip.
Seth finally got up from his seat and opened his door. He glanced at Ellie for a few seconds, then stepped out of his own R32. Meanwhile John returned.
“So.” he told the woman. “What do you think about his offer?” he further added nonchalantly, glancing at the Supra.
“Got to start somewhere, right?” Ellie said. “It’s not the best offer, but it’s a offer. No contracts or anything.”
“Yeah, well I’m actually considering it. It’s something more worthwhile than living and racing in Kempton.” Seth responded, while walking towards the Supra.
“If it’s anything like what I hear I guess it will be.” Eleanor then looked at the Golf. “Didn’t think you really fit in there either anyways.”
“That’s true. In a place as muscle heavy as that ghetto, you might as well call it rammer’s bait.” Seth said with a slight giggle, looking at the small dent left in the Golf by Jeff earlier in the race.
“Unless you want me to stay more, I’m going to depart for now.” John said.
“Aren’t you gonna say something?” whispered Seth to Ellie.
“This guy wanting to be a leader isn’t really good at being a leader...”
“You know you don’t have our cell phone numbers or anything, right?”
John turned on his phone. “What are your numbers?”
Seth gave him his business card that had some kind of diner’s logo written on it. “Yeah, don’t mind that. You can come to the diner if you want, though.” As he gave it to John, he sighed slightly while looking at the business card.
Ellie took out her cellphone meanwhile, entered into some menu, then pointed to a number on the screen. “It’s that.”
“I will once I visit Palmont.” John said to Seth. After grabbing Seth’s card, John began to note down the woman’s number. Moments later, John entered his Skyline, waved to both Seth and Eleanor, and drove off.
Seth grinned slightly after John said those words, then said, “Looks like I have a new customer. So,“ he then turned to Ellie, hesitating slightly. “I don’t feel like going back to Palmont tonight. Mind if I stay at your place tonight?”
“Eh, sure? I got rooms free.” Ellie replied. “Just don’t try anything suspicious.”
“I’m too tired to even think about it.” Seth stated, getting into the Supra, and starting it. “So, where am I supposed to leave this thing?”
“I got a garage at the back of my place. Could leave it there if you want.”
“Right. So which house is it?” Seth asked, since you could see all of the houses on the road from the gas station.
“Red one, second from the first one.”
Seth then left the gas station, but not before opening his window and thanking Ellie for her generosity with a wave.
“Well, guess I have company over now.”
Ellie at that point got back into her Camaro and drove back to her house.
Her back door’s garage was open at this point, with the Supra going in reverse for an easier exit. Its driver turned the engine off, and got out of the car with a tired look on his face. Without a word, he walked back towards the gas station for his Golf.
“You know I can just give you a ride.” Ellie said.
Seth took a look at her Camaro, with a few scrapes on its sides from both the race and the run-in with cops that followed.
“Eh, why not.” Seth replied, walking back to the garage and getting into the Camaro.
“He could have asked for one too, but guess he likes doing things himself.” Ellie thought as she made yet another trip to the garage by the gas station. After two minutes, they were in front of the Castrol service station, the Golf inside surprisingly intact.
Seth stepped out of the car, and almost limped towards his white hatchback, fatigued from the night he was going through.
Ellie waited for Seth to start his Golf, watching as he walked towards it.
“He looks tired. Well, it has been a night... “
After a few seconds of waiting, he started the hatchback and drove out of the station, then stopping beside Ellie to signal that they were good to go. Ellie then lead the way back to her house, parking just outside of the garage. The Golf went ahead inside the door, parking itself next to the Supra. The Camaro meanwhile parked outside of it, beside a Ford Bronco that was there. Seth looked at the Bronco for a few seconds, looking a bit confused.
“Let’s get you inside.” Ellie said, noticing Seth’s fatigued condition.
“Yeah. I really need some water, though.” he replied in a dry voice.
“Don’t worry, I got that.”
His dry tongue getting the best of him, he could only nod in response. After a while, he got himself seated on the chair next to the table, lost in thought. As Seth was in thought, Ellie went to get a cup of water for him. She turn on the taps and filled a cup, before getting back to him and placing it in front of Seth. Ellie then sat down at the table as well.
“So, you look like you’re thinking hard about something.”
“I’m getting used to the feel of the car I picked up back there. By the way, thanks for the water.”
“Ah. And you’re welcome, the water’s on the house. Or rather, in the house.”
Glancing back at the garage, Seth saw that it was a pile of automotive mess - spare and broken parts including some of Ashton’s faulty wiring lying around the four vehicles sitting still on its grease-stained beige floor, paint coming off from the damaged Camaro, and tire tracks from the Supra. It appeared that cars of all makes have been inside - Porsches, GMs, and Mitsubishis alike which would only mean one thing - Ellie was a mechanic.
“Well, I’ve seen messier repair garages in Kempton. What car did your last customer bring in here?” he said to Ellie, while taking a sip from the cup.
“Customer? Well, wasn’t really a customer. it was my… new neighbor’s Porsche. I just have bits and pieces here, I work at my uncle’s garage actually.”
“Wouldn’t have guessed that with all these parts lying around, especially Porsche parts. It tells me you’re either really dedicated to fixing cars in your spare time or you tinker the hell out of your Camaro.”
“Well, some of the parts was from my dad’s cars. He left bits Porsche on the porch back in the day. Camaro is kind of recent, so haven’t done too much tinkering yet.” At that moment, there was knocking on the door.
“Odd time for a visitor.” Ellie said to herself, before going towards the door “I’ll see who it is.”
Opening the door, Ellie found Ashton standing there. “Hey, I was wondering where you went.”
“I was out driving. Hey.”
“So...I brought food as a thank you gift.”
“Oh… Thanks.” Ellie replied, surprised by the gesture.
“Oh, hello. You must be the guy in the Porsche Ellie was talking about just now. Name’s Seth. You?” Seth suddenly said, having walked up to the door as Ashton and Ellie were exchanging words.
“Hey Seth, name’s Ashton.” Ashton replied to Seth’s introduction, reaching a hand out to him.
“Nice meeting you, Ashton. Do you by chance have another name, like Eleanor here?”
“Not that I know of...Why’s that?”
“Nothing, really. I’m just a little curious. Anyway, I should really crash now. I’ll leave you and Eleanor to catching up, I guess. Thanks again for the place.” Seth said, as he went into the spare bedroom to catch some Z’s after an… eventful, as some would say, night.
“So...Friend of yours?” Ashton started a new conversation with Eleanor after Seth left the scene.
“You could say that.” Ellie replied.
He raised an eyebrow, peaking with curiosity.
“What?”
“Nothing, just curious,” Ashton said with a slight tinge of red on his cheeks, assuming that she took his reaction the wrong way. “Is it okay if we check out the garage?” He asked, trying to avoid the awkwardness of the situation.
“Sure..” Ellie replied, not noticing Ashton’s reaction due to the rather dim lighting. She led him to the back of the house. “Seth’s cars is in there right now, but everything else is mine.”
Ashton noticed how some cars were modified to an extent, and Seth’s Supra is one of the cars that took his attention. He then came to a conclusion, “So, out driving, eh?” He said with a little smirk on his face.
“Yeep.” Ellie answered. “Wasn’t too bad tonight.”
“Any cops?”
“Some. Don’t think anyone got busted though.”
“Nice…” Ashton looked around, as if he were trying to think of something to keep the conversation flowing, “Maybe you could bring me into one of those ‘official’ races sometime?”
“Eh, sure.” Ellie said. “Just not get your ass whooped.”
“Heh, I’ll try,” Ashton replied, “We really should get some sleep soon. Especially you, since it looks like the night had sapped you dry.”
“You’re not my father.” Ellie said jokingly. “But yeah, we should.”
Ashton chuckled a little at Ellie’s joke, “Hey, just looking out for a neighbor.” He replied with a small grin, “I’ll catch you later, Eleanor.”
“See ya.” Ellie replied. With that, her neighbor exited the premises.
“That was a lot of new faces in 24 hours…” Ellie thought as she headed to bed.
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//Meeting the LocalsDay 2
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Kentucky Fried Chicken, PetersburgComparing his past life in Spain to his current affairs in Petersburg - and indeed, Darke County as a whole -, Carlos’s social life was… longing to say the least. And in a diverse community such as this, he could ill-afford to not know who was who, regardless of whether or not they were outlaw drivers like him. Where, exactly, to go to where all the people hung out would be the real challenge. But on his way from work, he did decide to stop at some place named Kentucky Fried Chicken. Some kind of chicken restaurant or something. In not much of a mood to eat any of it - he would cook himself something later on - he went in purely for interacction with others. “Hoooola.” Carlos greeted in a drawn-out manner. T responded with a simple “Hello” “Hey… I think I’ve seen you before.” John said. “I haven’t seen him. Where/Why have all of ya met before?” “I haven’t seen you before, blue-hair man ” Carlos replied to John. “Aren’t you the Civic driver from that previous race?” John asked. “What race? Am I correct at guessing it was somewhere around here?” T said a bit confused. “I may be, and I may not be. For all you know I can be just some Mexican guy you randomly met.” Carlos replied. “I love how the first thing to come out of this guy’s mouth is to ask if I was some driver in a race. He sure asks the most awkward of questions.”“Well, I know we haven’t met before. I’m T. Jennkins.” T reaches over and the 2 shake hands. “Jennkins, eh? Name’s Carlos Ortiz.” “Carlos. Alright. If my eyes haven’t deceived me, I take it that that red Civic is yours?” “Si. Yes.” “Sabo un poco de espaňol,” T replied. “Eh, no need. I can get English just fine. And who is the telepath?” Carlos asked, gesturing at John. “Because he sure acts like one…”“Some guy I met about 2 minutes ago or so,” Jennkins replied. “I take it he tried to act like he saw you before too?” “No, instead his girlfriend decided to hate my car because it’s ‘riced’.” “Who said I hate it Mr. T?” Brittany replied. “Most if it was due to your not-too-approving tone when you referred to my car. As long as you don’t completely hate it, I’m fine.” “Cars with neons are not appropriate to many people in 2014, some of them are so desperate about it that they won’t believe such a car may have performance modifications too. Or they won’t give a fuck.” John replied. “Well, my car may look riced, but at least it doesn’t run 50 mil. degrees of negative camber I know what I’m doing under the hood. Most of the outside is just visual stuff, but i have tweaked it here and there to optimize downforce. And I’m guessing I shouldn’t bring up subwoofers and 2014..” T said his voice fading out, Jennkins doing it purposely. Carlos had a long and strung out thought in response to all of this. “Well, senor Jennkins, in this day and age people don’t care much for neons and window tints, and spinners, pretty much anything that echoes The Fast and the Furious. I don’t know why you are too surprised with this. I will say this though; the fact that you also invest in performance at least tells me you’re a ricer only in visual taste. At the same time, at least he has more creativity than you Mr. baby blue hair. A black Skyline? Spoilerless? If I had a quesadilla for every time I saw a car like that I could end world hunger, senor.”“So what kind of music do you like?” Brittany asked after barely hearing something about subwoofers. ‘Classical, Alternative-a splash of Techno-ish stuff-and ‘lead’,” T said with a little laugh at his bad pun. “Lead?” Carlos asked. “Get the reference to Heavy metals?” T replied clarifying the terrible pun that probably no one could understand. “Oh. Lead. Ooooookay then.” “You need to work on your punchlines, senor.” Carlos replied in thought. “Why did I make a pun outta that? Anyway, now that we’ve somehow all met, what are we going to do now?” “I came to eat, but since I’m almost done… I wouldn’t mind a race.” John replied. “I’m up for one. And you?” T said to Carlos. “I don’t see why not.” Carlos responded, still knowing full well that as far as current events go, Ichiro was still the measuring stick in terms of opposition. “Alright then.” T stood up. “So, where’re we racing to?” “What type of race? We need to settle this first.” Brittany replied. “Well, count me out if you guys want drift or drag.” John replied. “Okay then. A sprint should do. Here to the golf course.” “Who wants to draw the track?” Brittany asked. “I’ve got it covered.” T pulled out a map. “Anyone have a pen on hand?” “Nope, sorry.” Carlos said. “I don’t. Ask someone else around here or if you have a GPS, make the track there and show it to us.” John replied. “I see. I should have one in my car, we should go out there and get ready for the race anyway.” T walks out, followed by the others (don’t kill me). He unlocks his car and grabs the GPS from inside, making it draw out the route. He shows it to the others. “Not full of corners, I like it.” Brittany replied. “Carlos you have a GPS?” John asked. “I suppose.” “Alright then.” T looks over his 240, and then steps in. He turns on the neon and revs his engine. “Let’s line up near that traffic light.” Brittany said as she entered her BMW 8 Series and revved its V12 engine. John coughed a bit due to the smoke coming from the two burnouts caused by the revs, which soon stopped. “Could you download the track to our GPSes?” John said to Jennkins as his 240SX’s window from the driver seat side was more or less lowered. T sent the route to John, Carlos, and Brittany’s GPS’s. John entered his spoilerless black Skyline R32 nearby afterwards, and followed Brittany to the traffic light, T following behind. Jennkins turned up the subwoofers, having pulled up next to Brit’s left for a reason. Brittany played some rock music on her BMW’s sound system. Carlos, with little hubbub such as loud music or anything else, simply tucked his Civic to the right of the R32 Skyline. Between John’s Skyline and Brittany’s BMW, there was a divider containing light posts and small trees for a good portion of the road ahead. “Suppose that’s why they call these people locals. And I agree, they are muy loco.” Carlos thought, focused only on the so-called free run. “Ready?” T asked, revving his engine and turning down the volume on his subwoofers. “We lined up at this traffic light for a reason I guess. Waiting for it to go green.” John replied as the window of his car was a bit lowered. As if on-queue, the light turned green. The Race: John launched with a lead for about a second, but was then overtaken by Jennkins. Brittany was at the back, not too far from Carlos. Carlos took the first shortcut, whilst the others stayed on the road. The 3 drag raced until coming up to the next shortcut, which everyone took because it was obviously better than the normal planned route. Carlos got through first, followed by T, John, and Brit. Normally, Carlos would have a quite big advantage, but the shortcut had a bit of obstacles. Brittany overtook John, who had to avoid some traffic, and began a slipstream on T. Her lead was short lived, however, as John took a good inside line through the next (rather-wide-highway) corner. Because of this, he also managed to pass Jennkins, who didn’t take the tightest line through the corner. Carlos still had the lead, and John slipped into a draft behind him. Coming up to traffic, Carlos had to take part in the Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes , followed by John who mimicked his movements for the time being. Carlos no longer had the ability to pull ahead at the higher speeds, due to poor power-to-torque ratio up the hills. John was catching up to him. Not too further back, T wasn’t having trouble with Brittany. He dodged through the same traffic as Carlos and John. Brit had a bit of trouble with her fatass (BMW handling), but quickly regained ground due to horsepower and high speed acceleration. Carlos looked in his sideview mirror to see John’s black skyline behind him. He watched him there for a second, but refocused on John who was trying to overtake him. Carlos cut in front of John as he tried to pass, but John was not ready to give up. The attempted-overtake-cut-him-off thing went on for another 3 times in the next 15 seconds, in which Brittany had passed T, T lacking all high-end acceleration with his 240SX. He did, however, have an advantage when it came to Switchin lanes lanes Switchin lanes lanes Brit struggled with the handling of her fatass (BMW) avoiding another bit of clumped traffic, a bit of traffic where John had managed to take Carlos’ lead and pull ahead a bit. Carlos was trying, but his Civic didn’t have the power he needed. Jennkins was next to Brit, and he decided to amp up his subwoofers for a bit of fun. Brittany challenged that with turning up the dials on her stereo to near-max. T cranked up the woofers, the bass REALLY starting to kick in. A response to his actions came with Brit cranking all the settings on her stereo to MAX. T responded with all the noise his subwoofers could emit. Both cars were now visibly vibrating the sound was so loud. The battle ended, however, because T decided he didn’t want to kill his eardrums quite yet. Both sound systems were louder than eachother, Brit’s sound dominating the treble and T’s woofers overkilling the bass. By this time the 2 were near the top of the highway. “Another one who tends to play music on max during races like Brittany eh.” John thought, expecting this from Brittany but not from Jennkins. John was just about to finish up ahead. He did so, and Carlos was a second or 2 behind him, followed by T and Brit, who finished around the same time. They tied. Post race: The group had stopped at a cutoff by the golf course. “Like your music loud do ya?” T said to Brit as he exited his car. “Mainly after you turned yours to max. What did you expect?” Brittany said after exiting her BMW. “You did have rock music at a significant volume throughout the entire duration of the race, so I did expect you to like it loud.” John exited his Skyline afterwards. “This track advantaged my Skyline hasn’t it?” He asked rather rhetorically. “That track? No, of course it didn’t.” Carlos said, hiding any of the intendeded sarcasm from his voice. “Not sure what Mr. Jennkins was thinking when he drew the route.”“I guess so. But it wasn’t really a serious race, I mean c’mon man Brit and I had an epic sound battle,” T replied. “That’s right… too bad because in the end we couldn’t hear a single song properly.” John replied a bit amused. “High speed did distort the sound a bit. Should I demonstrate some with clarity right now?” T responded with humor. “I meant that the two songs distorted each other by being played on max at the same time.” “Nooooooooooo, REALLY?” T said in the most sarcastic voice the world has ever heard. “I couldn’t hear a single song properly because between T and Brittany, they weren’t playing music of my taste. ” was Carlos’s reply. “I gotta go now, nice to meet you two I guess…” Brittany replied as she headed to her BMW. “I’m out too, see you next time. And thanks for the race guys.” John replied as he got into his Skyline and chased Brittany’s BMW, both heading to the northwest of Rosewood’s highway. “I’m not a fan of this guy. Or his girlfriend for that matter.” Carlos finally admitted to T. “I should have known when he greeted me with the question of me being a driver from a race.”“His girlfriend… how does he put up with her?” “Masochism? Best way I can put it.” T laughed. “Makes sense. Catch you later Carlos.” After exchanging numbers with Carlo, T got into his car and left, leaving Carlos to his own devices. ---------------------------------------------- //Hollywood SidewaysDay 3
0:00
University Way, Palmont UniversityWith the top up, Lacey simply began to cruise around Fortuna to calm her senses. A simple drive, in any time, was usually the best way to relax when she was out, and in a sort of irony it was one of the view instances where she didn’t care if she was seen or not. What she didn’t know, or could have possibly known, was that she would be seen by someone regardless, as her MX-5 sat at a stoplight.. The white MX-5 was soon joined by a bright red Porsche 944 Turbo. Both cars sat at the stoplight for a moment, their inline 4s rumbling idly. A bit of movement came from the Porsche as it’s pop-up headlamps opened up and illuminated the road ahead. This was followed by a few small revs of the turbo-four. Lacey, who would not sit idly by and be outdone by the Porsche, tried to match the 944’s revs in response. And though the message of her attention being given was sent, she noticed that the engine was… wanting. It didn’t have enough heart in its howling, so to speak. “Well… now I can see why I wasn’t able to catch the Volkswagen in time”, she thought to herself. “I’ll fix that soon, don’t you worry. For now though…”It just so happened that both the MX-5 and the 944 were near the University, or more specifically in front of an intersection. This would be the stage for which the two showstoppers would duel. As soon as the stoplight made the transfer from red to green, both cars launched off the line, the MX-5 getting the better of the more wheel-spinny 944 and thus getting the jump on it early. With barely any speed to actually pull off a drift, both cars just took it simple, and their cars led them through a declining slope. It would be through this section of the road that Lacey’s worry of the lack of power would become true; the stronger turbo-four propelled the 944 ahead of the naturally-aspirated MX-5 at the snap of a finger, and Lacey was given little choice but to tuck the Mazda behind the rear of the Porsche. And having grabbed the lead, the Porsche would set the example with the first drift. This drift had to be executed perfectly to get around the sharp corner, and it was. Of course, with her opponent being Lacey, the 944 would not go unchallenged, and the MX-5 was swung into a drift as well to counter. Trying to stay the course for the remainder of this duel would be tough with Lacey’s struggling to keep up, and it reconciled her efforts to try to match or better the slides of the red Porsche instead. The next two corners would consist in this manner: both girls drifting through the corners, with the MX-5 staying close to the side of the 944 (as close as the power would allow it to be, anyway), and the MX-5 right after, tucking in behind the Porsche. Just before the longest straight stretch of road, the duel would get interesting; right inside the apex was a Chevy truck, one that had recently broken down from a blown engine. Here moere than ever would be where great reaction time would pay off; both the 944 and MX-5 pointed themselves to the outside of the apex, and - brake lights flaring and tails kicked out - began to initiate two deep drifts simultaneously. Drift angles were immensely deep that both cars were near perfectly aligned with the truck. During this, the MX-5’s right was getting dangerously close to the 944’s, but it would come that close only, as it was time to straighten out their lines and get themselves through the long strip. In addition to trying to tandem the 944 throughout, Lacey had visualized of plenty of camera flashes and rambunctious applause from imaginary audiences. This duel between her and the other driver, in her mind, was a showcase of A-list drifters, a Hollywood classic. There would still be a few more fireworks yet. Entering one large hairpin, the two attacked from the outside and only turned through the first in order to attack the second one. Through this second one, both would, instead of one huge, deep-angled slide, would go into a match to see which car could hold the longest drift. The obnoxious sound of squealing tires, combined with the on-again, off-again engine sounds, gave anyone nearby the impression of masterful driving at work. Even so, the duel had concluded, and whilst the 944 stopped again at the red light, Lacey decided to take it one step further by pulling ahead of the Porsche and doing donuts in front of it. Once she decided she was done, her MX-5 pulled up next to the driver side of the 944. The driver of the Porsche rolled down her window. “Great run, it was fun.” she said with a smile. Lacey rolled down her window as well. “Glad you liked it. What car do you have?” “It’s a.. 944 Turbo. Yours is a Miata right?” “Why, yes it is. May I ask your name, miss?” “Akane, Sierra Akane Sakurai. What would be yours?” “Lovato. Lacey Lovato. Say, would you like to do lunch sometime?” This question was somewhat a spur of the moment for Lacey. She had only known Sierra for all of 2-3 minutes - and since she only now just knew her name, really 5-10 seconds - and yet… this one duel sparked an interest. An interest of friendship. And in the A-list Fortuna, aka Fortunawood, it would take plenty to attract friendship, genuine or otherwise. “Sure thing. Would tomorrow work for you?” Sierra asked. “Hmm… let me check my planner, I should be free tomorrow.” Lacey said, then rummaged through her glove compartment for a small notebook. “I’m free for tomorrow afternoon.” “Now the question is exactly where to go to. Not going to bother with the fancy restaurant in Ocean View, that’s a bit expensive… there’s a lower-end, but cheaper restaurant in South Fortuna, Lofty Heights I think it’s called, seafood and sushi eateries in Hillsborough, and a bistro near the middle of Fortuna…”“Would you like to go to Lofty Heights Manor?” Lacey finally asked. “Hmm… that sounds good. Guess I’ll see you then.” “Alrighty then.” So, as the two showoffs went their separate ways, what seemed like a simple night drive turned into one enjoyable duel and a chance at a friendship for Lacey. Afternoon
13:15, During Lacey’s Lunch Break
Lofty Heights Restaurant, South Fortuna
Top down. Sunglasses on. It sure did feel like a beautiful day. The slight coolness of early September was the only issue with otherwise magnificent weather. So there Lacey stood near her car, leaning on the driver side. (Note: Unbeknownst to her, in the back of the restaurant was Natsumi’s sunshine yellow Z. To ensure that she would not be simply a burden to Ai, she went job hunting not long after she settled down. Her experience in the culinary arts made her more than able to take a job as a chef in the Lofty Heights Restaurant.) The red Porsche arrived shortly after, parking by the Miata. Sierra exited from it, and looked to Lacey. “Hey, did I keep you waiting?” “No. Why do you ask?” Lacey responded. “I’ve waited longer anyway ” “I was hoping I didn’t.” Sierra replied. “So, this is the restaurant then. Any specific type of food it sells?” “It’s pasta for the most part. So it’s an Italian restaurant.” Lacey answered. “Sounds good. Let’s go in, shall we?” “Right. I’m starved.” As Lacey put her sunglasses into a case in her purse, she led the way for Sierra into the restaurant. It would be at a booth that the two would sit at. “So… are you new here?” Lacey asked as she tried to break the ice. At that time, a white Toyota slowed down as it nearly drove past the restaurant and with a minor skid parked in front of the building. Sierra looked at the white Toyota for a moment. “Kind of, a couple of months so far.” Meanwhile, Ai entered the restaurant and appeared to be looking for a free booth. Lacey took a gander at the sliding Toyota herself. “Interesting. How do you like it?” “It’s quite nice up here. Haven’t explored too much but yeah.” “Well, just in case you ever do go out again, make sure you check out the museum near Palmont University. You should be able to get a free tour, the works of art in there are just beautiful. Also the theater in Hillsborough is good, just in case you want to catch a movie.” “I’ll take a look into those when I have some time. Considering the rest of Fortuna, I’ll take your word for it.” “Oh, you’ll love it here. Trust me. So what do you do in your spare time?” “Driving and magic. Sounds kind of random doesn’t it?” “Oh not really. I’ve seen stranger things, like hot dog eating. I don’t see that as a hobby, between you and me. I also admit, I do like to drive as well, but I’m not to familiar with magic myself.” “It really isn’t something many people do.” Sierra said, putting a deck of cards on the table. “Want a demonstration?” “Sure. Flatter me ” Lacey said, almost as if it were an outright dare. “Pick a card then.” Sierra said, fanning out the deck of cards and tilting it to Lacey. “Alright…” Lacey after 15 seconds picked out of the stack, a 5 of Diamonds. “You remember it?” “Yeah, I remember it.” “Alright, put it back in.” Lacey put the card back in. Sierra then began to shuffle the deck in a casual yet smooth manor. “I guess this all seems a bit generic up to this point, doesn’t it?” Sierra asked. It was at this point that Ai made her appearance, perhaps to stop the situation from being, as Sierra put it, a bit generic. After a brief hesitation, Ai greeted Lacey. “Hello, may I join you?” “Sure, pick anywhere to sit.” Lacey answered. “Hello.” Sierra said, stopping her shuffling. She took the top card off and placed it on the table, a 10 of diamonds. Ai sat down quietly next to Lacey and just watched the apparent card trick. “Suit was right. The number was off.” Lacey remarked. “Nah, your friend came along. So I thought, why not give you both the 5 of diamonds.” Sierra said, placing her hand over the card and sliding over it, revealing 2 5 of diamonds in its place. Lacey, shocked at the sudden turn of events, sat in disbelief, as if her jaw was about to hit the table. “That was amazing…” she said in a whispery voice. “I’m sure you’re capable of something amazing yourself.” Sierra said with a smile. She then switched topics. “Mind introducing me to your friend?” “Oh. Sierra, this is Ai. Ai, Sierra.” “Pleasure to meet you Ai.” Sierra said. “I’m pleased to meet you as well, Sierra.” Ai replied with a smile. The waiter, clad in mostly white with black pants, came in to interrupt for a bit the meeting between the three drift girls. “Okay, ladies, thank you for choosing Lofty Heights. I’m ready to take your order. What’ll you have?” the waiter asked. “Alrighty… I’ll have my usual, spaghetti classic with meatballs, please.” Lacey ordered. “Yes, I am of Italian descent.” “I’ll take a Fettuccine Alfredo please.” Sierra ordered. “I’ll have cheese ravioli, please.” Ai replied to the waiter’s question. “Alrighty, so… fettuccine for the redhead (pointing his pen at Sierra), cheese ravioli for you (pointing at Ai), and the classic spaghetti with meatballs (pointing at Lacey). Got it all, it should be ready in about 5-10 minutes. | Meanwhile, in the Back | “This restaurant has a quite elegant taste in food considering its casualness. I’m glad I did decide to take up working here…” Natsumi thought, with a smile on her face as she was fulfilling her passion, one that she wanted to serve since coming to the United States. “Okay, order of spaghetti and meatballs, cheese ravioli, and fettuccine! Table 41!” the waiter yelled out. Natsumi was about to cook her first meal in the restaurant, and her excitement made her waste little time. | Back Up Front | “So Sierra, you said you were kind of new to the city. You travel a lot?” Lacey asked. “Yes, most of my life was from one location to another.” “Ooooh. You wouldn’t happen to have any pictures?” Sierra took her phone out. “I have some on my facebook.” “Ooooh, nice.” Lacey said as she took a gander. “I will be so jealous if you went to Los Angeles.” “I’ve been around there for a bit before, it’s not too bad. But any particular reason you would like to L.A.?” “I’ve never traveled to there, or much of anywhere to be honest. Most of my obligations are around here…” “I see… You should take try travelling around sometime, it’s really great.” Sierra said. “Though that said… what do you do with your time?” “Oh, me?” Lacey asked, the rather suddenness of it all catching her off guard. “That’s right.” “Well, I uh… I uh… do acting. I’m an actress. Amateur, but still.” “Ah.” Sierra said staring at Lacey for a moment. “You say amateur, but how good is that exactly?” “Well, just because it’s amateur doesn’t mean it’s porous acting. It’s just a stepping stone to professional acting, and one day, to greatness. That’s why I’ve always wanted to go to L.A., just to see what it’s like to be in the movie business there.” Lacey said, daydreaming almost of L.A.’s sights. "Well, as I am now, I wouldn't be anything less than a pushover in the ranks of LA." “If I may, I’ll join you when you do finally go to L.A. I’ve never been there..” Ai replied “This is the part where I say something about ‘I’ll never forget the little people I met on the way up’, or something to that effect. I can’t wait to catch my big break someday. I can feel it, just inches away from my gorgeous fingertips…” And at that point Lacey realized how far out of left field she was with the group. “Oh, sorry. Carried away there.” In a timely fashion, the doors in the back opened, with three trays closed by tops. To everyone’s surprise at that table - or not, because Ai was already aware of this (OOC: I think) (OOC: think again x-() - it was Natsumi wheeling the cart. “Oh… hello Ai. Didn’t expect you here.” she said at the rather unexpected appearance of Ai with the two others. “Hey Natsumi” Ai said with a smile, then continuing “Lacey, Sierra, this is Natsumi. Natsumi, the two friends of mine here are Lacey and Sierra.” she introduced the person wheeling the cart. “Holy… Ai, you never told me your friend was a chef. We may be seeing her a lot in the near future… if you know what I mean.” Lacey said, cracking a smile at Natsumi. “Hello and thanks for cooking that wonderful looking meal for us.” Sierra said. “Hello Lacey, Sierra. Anyways…” Natsumi parked the cart to the side of the booth. “We have the cheese ravioli… that was you, Ai?” “Yes, it was.” Ai replied. “Alrighty.” Natsumi set the tray with the ravioli down on the table, and removed the top. “Now, spaghetti classic…” Lacey raised her hand, and Natsumi repeated the process a second time with that tray. “And last but not least, fettuccine.” Then repeated again with Sierra. “Enjoy!” As the three began to eat, Lacey had somewhat found a way to connect the dots between what she did for a living and her own personality to that of Ai’s and Sierra’s. “One thing I’ve noticed is that between your magic, Sierra, Ai’s drifting, and my job… we love to show off. A lot.” “Ah, so Ai drifts too then…” Sierra remarked. “Who’d have thunk the three of us have something like that in common… it’s pretty cool.” “Yeah, it is.” Sierra replied, then taking a bite of pasta. “We could make a team or something.” “Team huh…” Lacey said, twirling her fork a bit. “I’ve never understood how a team works, since most everyone I’ve seen and raced flies solo most of the time. But yeah, it would be neat. I’ll have to think about it long and hard tonight, preferably over some tea.” “Now that you mention it, Natsumi does make some great green tea.” Ai stated. “I’ll be the judge of that. Seems like your friend acts much like a maid. Don’t take that the wrong way, but you do get it, right?” “I’d like to give it a try as well.” Sierra said. “And maybe its cause she’s at work right now.” Not really knowing how to respond to Lacey’s comment, Ai kept quiet. Natsumi re-emerged from the back to that one booth, when everyone were all but finished with their meals. “So… how did you like the service?” ske asked the girls. “Its good Natsumi, thank you.” Sierra complimented. “Oh, it was wonderful, Natsumi. Grazie mille.” Lacey replied. “I’ll pick up the tab. And just in time, I have 15 minutes or so to get back to the studio.” The tab was $35 in total, with a $5 tip. “Oh god, that was so good.” Lacey said, after placing her purse in the MX-5. “It’s been nice hanging out with you and Ai, Sierra.” “Likewise, Lacey. It was nice meeting you as well Ai.” Sierra replied with a smile. “That was fun, meeting you two here.” Ai replied. “And like I said, Sierra... “ Lacey said, while putting on her sunglasses and chewing on some minty bubblegum, “I’ll consider your ‘team’ idea. Seeing as you, Ai, and I are good drifters it should be fun. Toodles until then, movies don’t make themselves! ” With that, Lacey and her marble white MX-5 departed from Lofty Heights Manor back to Dream Wave Studios.
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Cross-County
Day 1 (September 1, 2014)
00:21
Legends’ Highway, Rockport half
As Seth made his way completely out of Palmont City into Rockport, a lone Taurus SHO Cruiser spotted him going at 170 MPH, almost 100 MPH above the limit. The chase was on as the blue and red appeared from the black-and-white Ford on the highway.
“Dispatch, I’ve spotted a speeder heading west towards Downtown Rockport. I’m going after him, looks like a street racer. Vehicle is a white Golf R32.”
“Copy that, officer. Attention all units, attention all units. We have another street racer coming into the pursuit. Report to Legends’ Highway immediately.”
“Alright, but I’m gonna need every unit in the area, this guy seems like he hasn’t even noticed me. We’re gonna need a 10-79 set up at Downtown’s entrance to slow this guy down.”
“Oh come on. Well, I’m going too fast for him to catch up, anyway. Mmm, that taco smells good.”, thought Seth as he saw the sirens light up from the lone two-tone vehicle on the highway. Soon enough, the Rockport Airport was in sight, the looped roads marking its entrance, and the two terminals being heavily guarded by other policemen as a result of another street race taking place in the city giving you a general idea of what was happening on Darke County’s east side.
“10-4, 10-79 is in place. Alright guys, let’s put ourselves in position for the bust. We’ve had enough street racers escaping custody tonight, hell, even a goddamn Civic made it out! Toughen up!”
The roadblock was in Seth’s sight. Four, five Crown Victorias blocking his lane with at least 9 officers standing a few meters away from the block prepared to arrest Seth after he was boxed in by the heavy V8 sedans.
“Rockport PD, you are under arrest! Stop the car, STOP THE CAR NOW!”, screamed two of the officers on megaphones. Six or seven more officers held down tasers in case the suspect resisted arrest on foot.
Unfortunately for the law enforcers, Delta saw the roadblock in time, and E-braked at the last moment, spinning the hatchback out, bringing it to a halt. The pursuing officer smashed into one of the blocks, and left an opening for Seth to keep going straight through the downtown unscathed. “Damn, that was close, a little too damn close. Well, at least that took care of itself.”
“Officer involved in a TC! I repeat, officer in a TC, bring EMTs to the Legends’ Highway interchange ASAP!”, called one of the cops after the pursuing officer had flipped his car after crashing into the roadblock. No other cop was ready to join in to the pursuit as the Crown Victoria’s acceleration was too slow to catch up to the speeder in the Golf.
“I need backup, we lost our last unit on this racer! Give me everything you can, dispatch!”
“That’s a negative, officer, all units in the surrounding area are already involved in a high-speed chase with a suspect in a black Camaro.”
Day 1
00:25
Downtown Rockport
“All units, all units, suspect is as good as lost for now. He was last seen driving a white Golf, apprehend on sight. Priority is placed for now on a black Camaro IROC-Z and an orange RX-7 currently escaping custody.”
The pursuit, was more or less, over by the time the Taurus flipped over and smashed one of the Crown Victorias. There was nothing the taser-wielding officers could do to a man in a car, and in the first place they wouldn’t be able to bring Seth out of his car while he was speeding along at 70 km/h in second gear.
Seth turned left through the road nearest to the RPD HQ, then turned right again for the quickest path into Gray Point available to him at the time. As he passed through Highway 201, he slowed down a bit so as not to attract more attention than he already had from the Downtown cops. As he went through a ramp leading into an insane uphill section of straightway, he noticed two more wrecked cops, and quite a bit of skid marks - a telltale sign of street racers striking again.
“Looks like some shit went down out here in the east. Oh god, I gotta watch my step in these parts, cops here look a lot more aggressive than the ones I’ve seen back in Downtown Palmont.”, thought the Golf’s driver as he noticed the two cop cars being put out of commission, and a few fender parts scattered on the road. Further up, he noticed even more carnage on the grass with uprooted grass taking up much of the allotted asphalt on the hill, and clogging the toll booth’s retracting barriers.
After these bits of signs of street racers, he followed the road further north, which turned into a downhill revealing a small tuning garage, and a compound beside it to hide from police. Seth decided to stop here to inspect his phone’s GPS to see where he is now, and how much further it was to Gray Point’s Dunwich Village.
“I’m getting kinda close now. Well, looks like that’s the place, it’s the only part of this town with a gas station in it, and a Castrol Oil shop to boot with it too.”, he said, thinking aloud. He got going once more, turning left into the shipyard, then going into full speed on the working grounds’ roads to avoid possible traffic, and turned right into a long winding road filled with trailer parks to the right.
Day 1
00:33
Gray Point, Rockport City
Seth then followed the road further into a tunnel, leading him to quite a fair-sized coastal subdivision, complete with its own tuning garage and a gas station. A large sign beside the tuning garage read:
“Welcome to Dunwich Village! Population: 5873.”
“This must be the place. Kinda looks like a hornet’s nest for racers in the area, and I wouldn’t blame them. These roads seem a lot faster than the ones I see in Palmont, so it seems like a good place to stay in. Not that my employees back at Footy’s are gonna like not seeing me every two weeks, though.”, he said, thinking aloud once more.
He then stopped in a gas station, noticing more skidmarks leading into a small drive-through tire pumping station behind the gas pumps. Delta turned his headlights off, stopped in front of the drive-through tire pump, and inspected the inside of it. He grabbed the Supra’s keys from the glovebox, and as he was leaving his R32, turned his phone’s flashlight on. Seth turned its light beam toward the tunnel, and what he saw next caught him off-guard - a midnight blue Skyline GT-R, model R32, with an unusual-looking man wearing a biker-styled spiked jacket sitting on the driver’s seat, holding on to a laptop as he was staring at the white hatchback and its driver that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
“Wait, what? A Skyline? In a place like this?” Seth thought as soon as the car’s fascia was made clear by the flashlight. “But that guy in the R8 implied it was a Supra… goddamn it, is this some kind of sick joke!?”
With a sigh, he moved the flashlight towards the GT-R’s driver, with his window suddenly opened in the darkness. It appeared that he was typing on the laptop he was carrying, looking up something on the internet for something he looked like he needed.
“Let’s get out of here.” the man said through his window.
“Hold up. Rex King implied it was a Supra I was coming to Gray Point for.” replied the Golf’s driver. “Jeesh, this guy is flashy for a place like this.” Delta thought as the man’s face was now clearly visible, cleanly shaved in the face but his short hair consisting of blue and black streaks, much like how his Skyline appeared black in the darkness, but turned blue-ish as the light was focused on the GT car.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Except I hear that Rex King is number three on the blacklist here.” the strange man replied.
“Well, I guess that explains his flashy Audi and his strange demeanor. Wait a minute.”, Seth said, noticing the small Castrol garage behind him. “It has two small garage doors… could that be it?”
Delta went inside the somehow unlocked door of the oil service station. Possibly the only other human being in Dunwich Village followed him into the Castrol oil service center. The guy with spiked jacket and dat hairdo drove his Skyline out of the car wash and parked it near Seth meanwhile.
“Ho-ly crap.” said Seth, almost turning into a shriek of sorts. Shining his searchlight of sorts on a silhouette, he realized he was indeed, looking at a Toyota Supra. It was modified with a bodykit, stripe vinyls, topped off with a custom hood and spoiler. He took his key out from his pocket to get into the Toyota’s driver seat and got himself buckled into the seat. As this was happening, the man driving the Supra’s ultimate rival, the Skyline, stared at the key for a while, and realized that this was the prize given to Seth by Rex King.
“You’ve either done something really impressive or you know, it’s a trap.” the GT-R’s driver told him as he took a seat on one of the small ones reserved for mechanics during the day.
“I won a race in Palmont just a little more than twenty minutes ago. The man came to my window as the organizer was handing me the cash, gave me the keys with a small piece of paper telling me to come here.” Delta replied from inside the Supra. “Come to think of it, I haven’t really thought about the other guys I was up against back at Fortuna. I can only imagine how the missy Lacey would’ve reacted if she saw Rex giving me these keys. That’d be a sight to see.”
“So you also got cash from the race organizer. Did you win an important race before this one in Palmont or something?” the man asked with a curious tone in his voice. He obviously sounded a lot more intrigued as soon as Rex King’s name was mentioned by Seth.
“No, not as far as I'm concerned. By the way, what would you be doing at a place like this at this time of the night? Evading cops?", replied the Golf’s driver. “This guy is obviously on to Rex King, or whatever this blacklist group he’s supposed to be part of.”
A muscle car’s growl and footsteps could be heard coming closer towards them as soon as the words came out of Seth’s mouth.
“Neat. Sup, ras?” A female voice said from the door of the oil service garage.
“Evading cops indeed. And welcome.” said the man who’d been watching Seth ever since he flashed his lights.
As they were talking, the Golf driver started up the Supra, and revved it for a bit to test out its turbos. “These two know each other, I guess. Both of them must be street racers escaping from cops.” The car sounded stock, but there was something else in the exhaust note you couldn't describe. Something ferocious. "Looks like I'm not the only one dealing with roadblocks tonight. I guess it's time I introduced myself. I'm Seth Simmons. You two?"
“John Black. And I’m still surprised a bit at Rex’s reward for you.”
“Eleanor Duke.” the woman said, opening up a wrapper of a hot dog from the gas station.
"Nothing looks wrong with the car for now. How did you two evade the heat? They were all over the Downtown when I came into the city, guess they were looking for more of us to bust." Seth said, revving the engine more.
“It helps knowing where the cops come from. I just drove fast.” Eleanor replied, taking a bite from her snack immediately after she finished her sentence. “And this car wasn’t here a week back. So I don’t think it eroded or anything.” as Eleanor pointed to a black Camaro IROC-Z.
“Geez, another muscle car. At least it looks presentable, unlike that asshat in the Mustang.” Delta thought, looking at the seemingly stock Camaro.
“I avoided Downtown Rockport and out-cornered them. For the car, I’m not saying it’s in a bad state or something. Just that I find it suspicious for number three to do something like this.” John replied.
“You sound like you know the blacklist people well, else you wouldn’t keep mentioning that this is suspicious.” the Camaro’s driver stated.
“It’s just my paranoid side. I can’t say that I know them.”
“What the hell is this guy smoking? I swear, everytime I reach a new county there are always these conspiracy theorists making noise about some higher power.”
“Then the fuck you know, none of us are a threat to him at this point. It’s a free car.” Eleanor rebutted, seemingly knocking sense into John.
“Oh my god, thaaank you.”
"Well, let's just say those idiots took care of themselves." Seth replied after getting lost in his train of thought. "Crashed into their own roadblock, probably kil- injured at least two of the 'law enforcers'.”
"Same with half the County. And this guy pretending to know everyone.” Eleanor replied, looking at John at ‘this guy’.
“Well, she’s relatively normal compared to the rest of the nuts I’ve met in the past hour. Especially that idiot in the Mustang, and that other fuckwit in the 350Z.”
“What makes you street race?” John asked to change the subject. “I’m in to prove my skills and improve as much as I can.”
“Huh... Why do I street race…? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but it’s that neither of you would understand.” Palmont’s winner replied, opening one garage door from the inside of the Castrol oil shop. “Oh goddamn it, I didn’t think this through. How the hell am I gonna bring these two cars back to Palmont?” Seth said, sounding both confused and pissed while pointing towards both the Golf R32 and the Supra.
“I guess you can’t for now. I’ll provide you my apartment and my warehouse for at least today though.” stated John.
“How about I leave the Supra at your warehouse, then I’ll think of something for the Golf. Sound good?” replied a clearly relieved Seth.
“I work and live not far from here, it’ll probably be closer than his warehouse.” Eleanor said. “As for why I race… guess it’s a thing passed down to me. Never thought about it much to be honest. I would like to have it back without all these organizers from out of town running things, but racing alone won’t solve it.”
“Huh. I guess I’ll be taking up Eleanor’s offer then. It’s a lot more convenient than traveling more than I already have to some warehouse.”
After some more thought, Seth eventually said: “I’ll leave the Supra at your place, then. I don’t want to travel more than I already have tonight, plus I don’t even know if this thing has a drop of gas in it.” He then walked up to his parked R32, shining white in the night compared to the other two’s blackened cars, started it, then brought it inside the oil care station beside the Supra.
“And when I said not far from here… I mean I live on the other side of this street.”
“Well, that was unnecessary.”
“Are you the Camaro driver from earlier race?” John asked Eleanor.
“I knew it, there was a race out here in Rockport, too. Go figure, those fender parts back at that huge uphill road are probably from both the cops and the racers.”
“My car is across the street, take a look.” the woman replied.
At this point, both John and Seth looked towards the left to see a stock-looking Camaro, parked by the gas pumps.
“Eh, I wouldn’t know how you didn’t notice that car earlier. It made a bit of noise in this, uh, ‘town’.” stated Seth.
“Not too uncommon around here really. I mean, the trailer park is like right beside here too. It’s called Dunwich but it’s more like… Dun’t rich.”
“Witty. This girl’s alright compared to the missy in the Mazda, at least. Seriously, who in their right mind would fake a heart attack in a ghetto like Kempton?”
“I like these places. A lot more than London.” John replied.
“That sort of explains your weird-ass hairdo, mate. I bet he had a little too much fun in chav-town, maybe even got mixed up in the wrong crowd.” the Golf’s driver thought, with a slight chuckle that (thankfully) couldn’t be heard by the other two since he was still in the hatchback.
“London has rednecks? Learn something new everyday.” the woman remarked.
“It has something more annoying, which is traffic.” John replied.
“It’s not that small towns are uncommon to me, hell they were common as hell back in the midwest. Still though, you never really get used to the feel of these towns. Not even four years later.” as Seth got out of his Volkswagen.
“So what made you leave the midwest?” John asked.
“It just never felt like home. I mean sure, you can race there, and become the best there too, but after you reach the top, what’s next?” Seth replied, with a slight sigh.
“I left London because of cops, though I was going to leave it either way due to the high amount of traffic which apparently was reaching even the less populated areas of the city.” John replied.
The Golf’s driver was taken aback slightly, then said “Isn’t that unfortunate, ‘law enforcement’ striking again. How exactly did you leave London, by boat or by plane?”
“I mean, he must still be at large at this point back there. There has to be an explanation to why he’s even here right now.”
“Plane because that was the quicker way.” John replied.
“So did you fly your car here or boat it here or buy it here?” Eleanor asked.
“Fly.” John replied.
“So you took the sky-line to get the Skyline over. Sounds expensive.”
“That’s true. It’s also true that I was a bit desperate.” John replied, amused in the beginning by Ellie’s pun.
“There it is with the wit again. She must have a knack for wisecracks.” Seth thought, being slightly more amused than John, even grinning for a bit before letting out a giggle. “I gotta admit, that was a good one, Camaro girl.”
“I moved here with the intent of forming a crew among other things… are you two interested?” John asked, cutting to the chase.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. We barely know you at this point.” sneered Seth, putting the keys of the Golf back in his pocket.
“It’ll take a lot of convincing there. What’s in it for me to join you?” the woman asked, emphasizing the ‘me’ part a bit.
“Easy on the emphasis there, lady. I’m here too.”
“I realize it’s early, and right now I can only guarantee that the purpose of this crew would be facing off other crews to defeat them. Contact me if you’re up for this. Maybe we should also race each other sooner or later.” John replied.
“Up for it? I won the rainy Palmont race, then went to the other side of the county right after that, for fuck’s sake!”
“We just did. I beat you.” Eleanor said flatly.
“Yes, you’ve proven your worth to me. Meanwhile Seth won a race.”
“See, now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
“Annd you?”
“That’s the point. Skills wise at least, I’m the one here who still has to show them.”
“It depends. Give me at least three good reasons to join in, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Seth sneered once more, taking on a scarier, or prouder tone.
“Just maybe.” he thought to himself, chuckling a bit.
“Ok? Chance to defeat other crews, people you can count on and cash. There you go, 3 obvious as fuck but also good reasons.” John replied and shrugged, finding Eleanor’s attitude toward all this a bit more appropriate than Seth’s.
“Well, the second one I’m not sure of. And a chance to defeat them?” the woman continued with the questions.
“Crews, I barely know anything about. I’ve only been here two months, and I live in Kempton. News doesn’t reach that ghetto as fast as the other districts, unless you talk to that conspiracy theorist working at the junkyard. Even then, you wouldn’t really get a straight answer from him… since he gives no fucks whatsoever.” The Volkswagen’s driver said now in a more relaxed and welcoming tone, leaning on his R32.
“It takes some courage to live in that ghetto. And I don’t really know a lot more about the crews around here than you. From what I’ve seen when catching crew races, the amount of members per crew is 4 and the battle goes for territories. I bet Ellie may know a bit more about them.” John replied.
“I know a few crews. Just the ones around here. But no seriously, just a chance? If I want just a chance I’ll go to Silverton.” Eleanor stated.
“Confidence is a good thing but so is prudence when you’re inviting people you barely know to something.” John replied.
At this point, Seth had gotten into his Golf, opened his driver’s window, and adjusted his seat into more of a recliner. “You’ve got a point, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you barely know me.” Seth said, mocking Eleanor. “Still, you’ve got me intrigued. Tell me more.”
The Camaro’s driver, visibly irritated, crumbled up her hotdog wrapper and threw it into a trash bin nearby. “I know you two for a good ten minutes. I ain’t doing this for just a possibility.”
“Well, she’s pissed. Great going, casanova, great goddamn going.”
“Street racing itself is just a possibility, if you ask me. There’s a chance you win cash, a chance you get yourself into a cell for 12 hours, and a chance you lose your life in a traffic accident.” a stoic Seth responded. “And wouldn’t that be the perfect way to go out, doing what you love?” he thought, continuing his statement in his head.
“You have a point, but I rather rely on myself to not go behind bars and not die before relying on another person to do that for me. The question is, do you think that if we form this crew, we can work as a team even? Because if I wanted a simple chance, I could gather up 3 guys, say we’ll split the cash afterwards and that’ll be that.” Ellie replied. “Don’t have to bother with the whole ‘let’s get to know each other’ thing with that.”
“Geez, calm down. I was just poking a little fun out of you, lady."
“Of course I believe that we can work as a team, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you two to join this.” John replied.
“So what’s the name then? Or our 4th person” Ellie asked with an air or curiosity.
“Black Riders.”
“I’m not really sure how to react to that.” the Volkswagen’s driver reacted, still lying down in his car. “The words “Black” and “Riders” were beaten to death years ago, ‘mate’. I would’ve at least expected something original to go with your original hairdo.”
“Sounds like a bike gang. And since none of us are black, it’s one named after you.” Eleanor responded with a slightly annoyed tone.
“Didn’t want something remarkable. I would rather have our driving style remarkable.” John replied before getting some call. He took a look and precisely turned off his phone like nothing happened.
“Your hairdo’s remarkable as it is.”
“I guess you could call the leader being a dead weight and the others doing all the work is remarkable.” Ellie stated, deciding to ignore John’s random phone hang up.
“Well, this back-and-forth is getting entertaining. I’ll sit back and watch for now.”, thought the Volkswagen’s driver to himself, still leaning on his driver’s seat like it was a LaZboy recliner, as he was listening intently.
“I thought you were more confident than that.” An unfazed John replied.
“Not in you. You’re the one claiming that we only might be able to beat other crews, just putting reasoning behind it.” Ellie shrugged.
John was taken aback slightly for a few seconds, then said, “My confidence is showing itself during races more than it does outside them.” John then grabbed his Cola from the R32 and took a sip.
Seth finally got up from his seat and opened his door. He glanced at Eleanor for a few seconds, then stepped out of his own R32. Meanwhile John returned.
“So.” he told the woman. “What do you think about his offer?” he further added nonchalantly. “If you ask me, I’m leaning towards it since Palmont is a little too repetitive for my liking.” he thought to himself, glancing at the Supra.
“Got to start somewhere, right?” Eleanor said. “It’s not the best offer, but it’s a offer. No contracts or anything.”
“Yeah, well I’m actually considering it. It’s something more worthwhile than living and racing in Kempton.” Seth responded, while walking towards the Supra. “This is great, actually, but it’s still an FR. I don’t really drive those.”
“If it’s anything like what I hear I guess it will be.” Eleanor then looked at the Golf. “Didn’t think you really fit in there either anyways.”
“Never really thought of it that way, but she has a point.”
“That’s true. In a place as muscle heavy as that ghetto, you might as well call it rammer’s bait.” Seth said with a slight giggle, looking at the small dent left in the Golf by Jeff earlier in the race.
“Unless you want me to stay more, I’m going to depart for now.” John said.
“Aren’t you gonna say something?” whispered Seth to Eleanor.
“You know you don’t have our cell phone numbers or anything, right?”
John turned on his phone. “What are your numbers?”
Seth gave him his business card that had the Footy’s Diner logo written on it. “Yeah, don’t mind that. You can come to the diner if you want, though.” As he gave it to John, he thought to himself, “Product placement is product placement, no matter how much you sugarcoat it.”
Eleanor took out her cellphone meanwhile, entered into some menu, then pointed to a number on the screen. “It’s that.”
“I will once I visit Palmont.” John said to Seth. After grabbing Seth’s card, John began to note down the woman’s number. Moments later, John entered his Skyline, waved to both Seth and Eleanor, and drove off.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 6:07:33 GMT 1
4-A: When stuff is getting amped upDay 4 11:00 John woke up after not sleeping at all, with his eyes being red from crying. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and later entered the kitchen to eat something. Realizing that Brittany needs at least some hours alone or maybe with a friend like Cal, John left the apartment after eating. He let a paper note on the fridge of the kitchen saying ‘Call me if you two need anything’, referring to Brittany and Cal. John got into the warehouse, where he began repairing the Hummer. This didn’t took really long though. After a hour or so, John entered his R32 and drove off without a specific destination in his mind. “Ugh, god, it’s 11 already?” Brittany whispered upon waking up. She got up, washed her face, and changed into cleaner clothes. The brit unlocked the door, only to find that John had left a few minutes earlier, and that Cal was still asleep. “Fucking hell, he didn’t even cook. Hold on, what’s this?” Brittany muttered, as she walked into the kitchen and noticed the small note left on the fridge. She returned to her bedroom to grab her phone, and called John up as she walked back into the kitchen. “Oh hello. Thought you were still sleeping or something.” John said a bit stuttered as he answered. “Do you really expect me to mope around all day?” “I felt a bit bad and I thought you need some hours alone or with Cal.” “I know him for less than 24 hours and you expect me to do that? You know me better than that, you twat.” “You have a point but at the same time you must have found a friend of sorts in Cal since you wanted him to live with us. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s ok as a friend for us.” “That’s what a boyfriend’s for.” she replied with a giggle. “Uhh, get your arse home and fucking cook, will you?” “Good try.” John replied a bit amused, realizing that Brittany knows he isn’t into cooking. “Just grab a pizza for five people. Might wanna invite your two crew members to the warehouse, maybe with the exception of that Supra dickface.” Brittany replied. “Why didn’t I kick him in his jewels when I had the chance?” John chuckled a bit. “Seth is not polite like Cal, but he’s not bad either. Don’t let his jokes get under your skin.” “For god’s sake, he mocked my accent twice, and god knows how many times he did it to your hair! You know what, fine, do whatever you want.” *hangs up* John called Brittany after arriving at some Pizza Hut. “What? I still have to wake Cal up and tell him we have absolutely no food. Make it quick, you twat.” “What type of pizza would you like? Ask Cal too.” “As long as it isn’t fucking raw, I’ll take any flavor. By the way, call your other two lorry-carriages up here, I haven’t met that other one yet. And hurry up!” “I don’t want you to go mad on the other member too. You’ll meet her at a more appropriate time. She makes fun of me too by the way, or she use to.” John replied a bit amused. “Alright then, I’m gonna go wake our guest up now. Make sure it’s hot by the time you get home.” *hangs up* John bought 3 big pizzas with cheese, ketchup and ham. Meanwhile... Brittany tried to wake up Cal. “Heyo sleepy drifter, wake up!” Brittany said to Cal. Cal groaned as he slowly woke up. “Holy shit, where am I?” He asked. “At my place, we slept together.” Brittany replied in an attempt to fool Cal. “Wait… what?” Cal replied confused about that ‘fact’. “Hahahaha you silly I can’t believe it…” Brittany replied amused. “Ahh, you bitch, anyways didn’t expect you to wake me up.” “John is coming shortly with pizza.” “Oh dayum, pizza. So, I’ll go into the bathroom and get my shit together.” Cal said and went into the bathroom. Soon enough, the pizza guy John came with the pizza, a stack of three boxes in hand. He also had some big Cola bottle in the other hand. “It took you long enough, you fucking twat. Kidding, my sweet little crumpet, you!” Brittany and Cal helped John to place the pizzas and the Cola on the table from their living room. “Wow… I used to call you this way you know.” Said John as he laughed. “You’re mostly my bitch nowadays, that’s why. You may be a blue-haired crazy bitch, but at least you’re my bitch.” The sounds of this excited John as he got closer to Brittany. Though John realized Cal is there and he can’t possibly feel too comfortable. “Excuse us Cal… now you see what I meant when I asked you if you can handle a couple.” John then sat down on a chair near the table and began eating his pizza. “Yeh, it’s ok.” Cal said chilled as fuck and ate some pizza. “Right, I hope you don’t mind me using John as my bitch for the time you’re living here. You’ll get used to it.” Cal was too busy with eating pizza. As for John, he went to the kitchen for a bit and returned with 3 cups which he placed on the table near the Cola. John got back to eating afterwards. 12:01 John, Cal and Brittany got a text message about the upcoming event. ** From: Ovidiu Dragomir, Alexandria Fenstermacher, Henri Harrison To: EVERYONE! Subject: Next event Message: Hello everyone. The next event is taking place in two days starting from now on. Like the last time, there’s a race for Palmont and a race for Rockport. Time for both is 6 PM, but obviously you’re supposed to show up a bit earlier. For Palmont race, meeting spot and start line is located in Overlook Pass canyon due North of Silverton. For Rockport race, meeting spot and start line is located near the KFC Restaurant from Petersburg in Rosewood. More details available if you come. ** They pulled their phones out and read the message. “Oh neat, another race.” Cal said quite happy about it. “I will participate in the Rockport race again.” John replied. “Hmmm… I think I’ll go for the Palmont one this time. Didn’t really visit that city yet.” Brittany replied. “I will also stay in Rockport.” Cal added. The three went to food shopping later in the day. After that, Brittany began applying for a job as she figured that there’s one more nightclub in the North of Rosewood. John sent a text message to Seth and Ellie. ** From: John Black To: Eleanor Duke, Seth Simmons Subject: Triple threat Message: Hey again. I think it’s time to race each other. Meet me tomorrow night at 9 PM near the bus terminal. ** ** From: Eleanor Duke To: John Black, Seth Simmons Subject: Re: Triple threat Message: *Race each other again. and k. ** ** From: Seth Simmons To: John Black, Eleanor Duke Subject: Re: Triple threat Message: *Sure. Not sure which car I’ll be using, though. I’ll keep you updated.* ** 20:00 After looking up on his laptop for some 1998 Subaru Impreza Turbo for sale in Darke County, John found one. As the owner was available and he wasn’t in a rush, John took a taxi, en route to Downtown Rockport. The two made a deal with John buying the Subaru at $6750. Its color was blue, it had two modifications (Single Turbo upgrade and Suspension upgrade) and was in a good condition.  John got inside the Subaru and drove to a Performance Shop in Downtown Rosewood. He bought a Street Cooling System, some Engine Control Unit parts, Brakes parts and Tires at a total price of $2900, placing all of them inside the Impreza’s trunk. 21:00 Black Riders and Brittany’s Warehouse, Downtown Rosewood Once he entered the warehouse John has turned on the lights and began installing the parts on the Subaru. A few minutes had passed, with John beginning to install the Brake kit when someone came into the garage. “Who is it?” John asked, still looking at the rear-right side of the Impreza, and tightening a few bolts on the disks. “This is what you were saving up for this past month?” then replied Brittany. “Yup, I think I told you before that I’m getting a secondary car.” “No, you didn’t. You do know I’ll be short on cash for a while, right?” “I have ten grand quid left which I’m not going to spend on expensive stuff.” John replied. “Whatever you say, then. I’ll be applying for another job at another one of the boss’ pubs till whatever went down at the first one gets sorted out.” “Ah, good luck then.” John replied before grabbing his phone to call Cal. ”Sup.” Cal answered. “Hey Cal, can you come to our warehouse? I have something to show you.” John replied. “Yeh, sure.” Cal replied, hung up and walked to the warehouse. “Dayum, dat subaru, it’s bootyful.” He said as he saw da subaru. “Johny couldn’t wait any longer, I bet he was desperate.” Brittany replied as she rolled her eyes. “Ehh, whatever, I like it.” Cal replied. “Why not own a secondary car for races?” John said to Brittany. “Anyways, as you can see Cal I bought some parts for it. I was thinking you could help me to install them so I get the job done a bit quicker.” “Yeh, sure.” Cal replied. “Shall I help you with the brakes or put them on on another wheel?” After a couple of hours of teamwork, John and Cal installed the Sport Compound Brake Pads, Steel Braided Brake Hoses and Lines, Stainless Steel Slotted Rotors, High Performance 2-Piston Brake Calipers and Dual Master Assembly on each axle. They switched the wheels’ tires afterwards and placed all the 4 wheels back on the axles. Brittany left the warehouse in the meanwhile. “Let’s take a short break before we install the cooling system and engine control unit parts.” John said. John and Cal ate and drank something then they returned to wok work. Day 5 (5th September, Friday, 2014) 13:00 Downtown Rosewood For the first time after getting upgraded, John took out his spoilerless Subaru for a test drive. Cal was sitting on the passenger seat next to John. “It’s quite lighter than my Skyline and that feels.” John shouted as he turned around a corner. “Anyways, judging from both its handling and its acceleration, we did a good job with the upgrade.” ”Oh dayum yes. Well, I don’t know about your Skyline but this car handles great.” Cal replied. “Well, while this Subaru is lighter, the technology of my Skyline is superior.” “So, they’re somehow both good in their own way.” Just then, miles away, T. Jennkins sent a text message to Cal. The text message read as follows: ** “Hey bro, think we can meet somewhere in the next half hour or so?” Cal replied with the following: “Ay bro, sure we can meet up, just tell me where.” “Where’re you right now? We could meet somewhere in downtown Rockport.” T replied. “I’m in rosewood right now. Downtown Rockport is okay.” “Cool bro. Downtown in half an hour, let’s meet by the stage/concert hall.” “ayte man, see ya there.” Cal replied to T. ** “Ay, John, could you drive back to the garage, I have to do something.” Cal said to John “What is it?” John replied while he was heading to his warehouse. “Some friend wants to meet up in downtown rockport.” Cal replied. “Let me guess… one of your crew members?” John replied as he was getting closer and closer to the warehouse. “Umm, yeah. Actually, Brit could come too and we could properly form a crew.” “Alright.” 13:33 Rockport Concert hall place T pulled up in his minty fresh 240SX, parking by the main entrance to the hall. He stepped out, startling some pigeons who were pecking at bits of food remains on the ground. Looking around, he guessed that Cal wasn’t there yet, as the sound of a Supra was something T would most definitely not miss. Just three minutes later, the sound of the 2JZ powered Supra was heard near the Concert hall, followed by John in his Skyline and Brittany in her BMW. They arrived at the entrance and got out of their cars. “What the… why didn’t you tell me that he is our other crew member?” Brittany said to Cal as she rolled her eyes. “Hey, we raced some days ago.” John said. “So you already know each other.” Cal said. “Oh… them…,” T half-muttered. “Well, her.” Cal said. “Looks like you guys had some nice experience already.” He added, giggling a bit. T rolled his eyes and was unsmiling, “Met her 3 or so days ago. We had a sound battle going up the Rosewood Highway.” “So what kind of battle would you like now?” Brittany replied Jennkins. “Uhhh… a race battle, I guess,” T replied to Brit’s possibly awkward comment. “I’ll join this race only if you guys want me to. I’m not part of your crew so yeah.” John replied. “We should all race, it’s practice for everyone anyways. It’ll be fun as well,” T responded. “Yeh, it’ll sure be fun. Tandem Kingz vs. John.” Cal said. “Alright then.” John replied. “Hey Cal I almost forgot, did you tell the ricer yet that you moved to our place?” Brittany asked amused. ”Oh, yeh. John and Brittany adopted me.” Cal said to T. John laughed. “Well, have fun with your new parents,” T remarked. “Anyway, what’re we going to do in the way of racing?” “I think something around downtown rockport would do it, eh?” Cal said. “Before one of us is making the track, may I take some pictures with our cars? I’m a car photographer for a reason.” John replied. “Bleh, how about you don’t even ask and take some pictures not just with our cars already?” Brittany replied. “Learn to be more relaxed and less serious because Cal and Jennkins are not really strangers, you twat.” She continued with a laugh. “You’re such a brute to everyone,” T said to Brit in full honesty. “No one’s perfect, so stop being such a bitch. Anyway, I think some pictures would be quite nice John,” T said to set an example for Britch (even slightly mocking her), “So I’ll go ahead and get my car ready.” John grabbed his Canon EOS Rebel T3i SLR Digital Camera from inside the trunk of his R32 along with its tripod. Meanwhile, Brittany gave Jennkins a cold stare. Jennkins returned with a less cold, more disapproving stare, breaking it a few seconds later to get his car ready for a photo. Cal had gotten his ride ready. Jennkins had readied his ride, revving the newly-supercharged engine. Both John and Brittany got inside their cars and lined up next to the others. Not before John placed his camera on the tripod and set its timer to 10 seconds. After a few more pictures from different angles, Jennkins drew some track on his GPS, downloading it to his other crew members and John. They all lined up inside their cars once again. T took the far left, followed (in order) by Cal, John, and Brit. The race: The 4 started off, Cal instantly getting the lead, John behind him, with Jennkins applying power to be ahead of the Britch. She wanted to pass him, but T had some fun and applied *just* enough power to stay ahead. Cal began pulling, John drafting him but Cal keeping the lead with better acceleration around the 60-100 mark. The whole time, T was just smiling to himself, waiting for when to drop it on everyone. At the corner, Cal (as he would) went drifting, John passing him due to not messing about and taking a normal civilized line. T followed John’s prime example, while Brit shoved her fatass (BMW) out there. The next corner was a breeze, everyone taking the same approach to it as they had the last corner, then accelerating on through another short straightaway. There was one problem, however, involving a semi truck with 2 trailers breaking down in the middle of an intersection. Cal reluctantly took a normal line to avoid a crash, John approving of his grippy and orderly cornering. Jennkins did the same, but Brit didn’t bother to brake and settled for crashing into the semi truck, dying in the process nope just slammed the brakes (needing more braking with her heavy BMW) and took the corner like the others. On this next straightaway, Cal had to avoid some traffic, giving John the lead, and Brit just drafted Jennkins who went in a straight line (avoiding traffic, obviously). John, being the serious man he is, took the corner with a proper, grippy line, while Cal and Brit just drifted. T went for his corner coffee half-and-half by gripping and then pulling the handbrake for the hell of it. He also let Britch pass her because he realized he could piss her off even more with passing everyone on the straights. Cal was busy drafting John who was busy looking at him in the rearview. Cal passed him by taking a lane that was not immediately intruded upon by traffic. Brit utilized some of her fat Beemer’s power, but trying to catch up to John or Cal was a bit of a vain act at the moment. T had not stepped into the power game yet and just trailed behind Brittany, taking out some gum and poppin’ it into his mouth. The street racers braked and all (except responsible Johnny here) took a drift around the bend. Coming onto the highway straight, fun was had with oncoming traffic: Cal got slightly fishtaily with his drifty Supra setup, Brit had to use brakes with her BMW being too fat to turn as much as it needed to, John pulled some tight moves dood by going under a semi trailer (not scraping his roof, no need for collisions here), and T just laid back and enjoyed his FrootyTooty!™ Fruit flavored gum. The group sped to the cutoff. There, everyone nearly made friends with a cement mixer. Luckily, it was avoided and the grouping-together group drove into the tunnel. There, T released the power of the gum, the girl, and the supercharger. John saw T coming in his rearview mirror, but the man wasn’t worried-until T flat-out flew right past him and Cal in about 5 seconds. Jennkins couldn’t help looking smug, and he continued to enjoy his gum, his supercharger, and the thoughts of his girl. T drifted through the following corner with absolute precision, he could not have performed it better with his current drift skillz. As the others came through, behind T, they had attracted the attention of a driver in a Monaro-a driver who decided to get in on the drifting action. *Queue Tokyo Drift song* He sped up to the general group of John, Brit, and Cal, executing the next drift alongside them. While T and some other guy were drifting around the corner exiting the Century Square, John stayed in the inside of the corner, followed by Cal drafting him, really wanting to join the drifting, and Brit behind. John floored the Skyline, followed by Cal doing the same thing entering the park in Little Italy, side by side with the monaro guy, followed by Brit. The group were prompted to avoid collisions with pedestrians, having entered a park. None of them had to brake, really, anyone in the park would have easily heard the sound of a 2JZ coming towards them-Cal gaining the lead as Jennkins decided to be less of a jerk and hit up some tandems. Cal shifted up, gaining speed. T was right behind him, ready to slide through the next turn. During this, Brit and Mr. Monaro’s helplessness on corners was impressing John, who had mercy and let himself passed by both of them for a brief amount of time. With this small time ahead of John, the 4 drivers, in order-Cal, T, Brit, and Mr. Monaro-all began a drift. At that very moment, those 4 drivers all slid at the same angle, entered the corner at similar enough speeds, and each individual had just the right spacing to get the drift right. But it was more than a drift-it was a tandem. Not just any tandem-a 4 person tandem was performed with near-perfection. Bumper-by-bumper, door-by-door, the 4 were inches away from scraping each other. Mr. Monaro and the Britch were passed by John, who took the corner with his mature gripping ways. The 2 had been just as amazed as John was. Back to business, John was near Cal (who had been passed by the supercharged 240 again), taking up drafting classes behind his Supra whilst watching his rearviews to prevent being passed by the Britch or Mr. Monaro. Cal drafted T to get some speed accumulated. The downhill S-bend allowed the two Nissans to distance from the others, with Jennkins still leading. Cal’s Supra wasn’t treated by Brittany’s BMW or the GTO, which by the way was dead last as it would tak more time for Tak to get used to its handling. Exiting this bend, John took a shortcut along with Cal, Brittany and Tak. This got them closer to the leading Nissan, but not quite enough. To really make up the difference, they took the 2nd shortcut too. Jennkins didn’t took any of the two shortcuts because of his previously large lead, either on purpose to get some competition or due to ignorance. Right now, Jennkins’ lead over John finished, with the Skyline being ahead of the 240sx with a nose. Behind the Skyline, Cal’s Supra was drafting closely while Brittany decreased the gap between her BMW and the Toyota. The GTO was still dead last behind the BMW 8 Series. It must also be mentioned that Tak didn’t know the track of this race. Onto the last corner, both John and Jennkins’ Nissans cut through the unpaved left road and the sidewalk for a moment to take a deep inside line, flipping a pylon and two small boxes in the process. The other three behind them used the unpaved left road too, but they also drifted… which in this case, only decreased the gaps between themselves and the two Nissans up ahead. The last straight of the track approached afterwards. It was rather long, though the road went down to two lanes only, limiting everyone’s space for moves somewhat. Jennkins’ Nissan superior middle speed acceleration kicked in, yet John blocked the first passing attempt. He couldn’t do the same with the 2nd attempt as it was too quick, getting Jennkins’ 240SX in front with just nose; before it could advance any further, they were running at high speed. High speed acceleration became a factor, which benefited John but really minorly as it was only enough to tie with Jennkins for the first place. Perhaps John won the race with an extremely small lead, which obviously nobody could notice in an unimportant race. Cal took 2nd and Brittany 3rd, her BMW slipstreaming Cal’s Supra. The GTO was a nose away from tying with Brittany, then Tak joined everybody else in crossing the finish line. Coincidentally, there was a camera crew at the finish line. T drifted to a halt in front of the camera, stepped out of his 240, FrootyTooty gum packet in-hand. His words were:
“FrootyTooty…” He squeezed the packet, some gum flying out, flipping and unwrapping in the air, then landing in Jennkins’ open jaws. “...It’s just THAT good.”T stopped and exited his car. “John, my friend, you’ve got some serious skills. And the rest of you, great drifting.” Jennkins walked over to Mr. Monaro. “‘Sup, who might you be?” “I-I’m Takumi, from Japan. But who are you, show-off 240SX driver?” “Hey Tak, I’m T. Jennkins,” T said as the 2 shook hands. “And about the showing off… Not my usual driving focus. I showed off because I’ve started running something special under the hood of my 240…” “And what might that be?” Tak asked as he followed T over to his Nissan. Jennkins popped open the hood to the sight of a supercharger. “I’m glad that you upgraded, otherwise I was probably going to dominate this race which would have been boring. I’ll upgrade too but in a few days.” “John, I understand your commitment to racing, but you’ll probably want to save your best racing energy for when there is actually cash at stake,” replied T with Tak nodding in approval to this claim in the background. “I bet that he’s going to be pretty desperate in tomorrow’s Rockport race and his very friendly crew members will continue to mock him.” Brittany replied rather amused, ignoring Tak for now. Tak looked at her with a face that said wtf BROUH. “Hey, he had a better finish in the race than you from what I saw, so I wouldn’t be talking.” ohhh kill em “Oh, what you saw was not my best racing energy. Almost forgot, but at a point in this race I felt so bad for Brittany and Tak that I let them pass me for a bit. You’re going to see what you call my best racing energy tomorrow when I’ll get one good result.” Replied a confident John. Tak was obviously a bit offended, he had only joined halfway through the race. To stifle any of John’s pointless and arrogant bragging, T stepped in. “I could’ve easily destroyed you this race, son, I didn’t bother to try during the first bit of the race. If you haven’t had a look under the hood of my 240, there’s a freaking supercharger AND turbo there. Hell, things were so easy I started chewing some FrootyTooty!™. If you think you’re so good, then show us while we’re all being serious about the racing. There wasn’t even any sort of reward stake involved, so why are you bragging about winning for nothing?” Retorted T. Tak nodded in approval like. “Maybe because he has a less powerful car than you and it’s not his fucking fault that you didn’t take the 2 shortcuts to destroy him. Or that he’s been mocked by both me and his crew members ever since his bad result from that race with goddamn cops who screwed some participants like him.” Brittany replied, surprisingly defending John. “Maybe also because I’ve been told before that I’m not confident and determined enough among other things.” John replied. “The question is, is that true?” T replied. “If you want the reputation, you better prove your skills to the world soon.” Brittany nodded. “No more excuses if you don’t.” She said as she looked at John. “So, John, what’re you gonna do to prove yourself?” Questioned Tak. T made piercing Eye contact with John. That strange kind you can’t ignore, it just gets to you no matter what. It was all down to John. “Dominating the next race with my crew for the start.” John replied. Tak decided to tighten the leash even more. “Oh what, need some time to replenish all the racing energy you wasted against us?” “How do you know if he wasted energy at all or not other than racing him again right now?” Brittany asked with a smirk on her face. “Let’s see how heated up shit can get.” Brittany thought. “We don’t know,” Said T. “Therefore, we need to find out.” “Do we? The next race is just tomorrow.” John replied, who turned serious at this point. “Oh-ho, he’s makin’ excuses,” said Tak. Brittany laughed in response. “Heh, I have no excuses left if I fail tomorrow.” John replied. “Better get some excuses today, otherwise you won’t have anything left,” said Tak who wanted some action. T smiled and folded his arms in the ultimate ‘hmph son, what’s it gonna be?’ way, leaning against his 240SX. “I know you enjoy this and I also already know John’s reaction.” Brittany replied, rolling her eyes. John smiled before replying. “Unlike you I don’t get lost in the heat of the moment and I have patience, but nonetheless try to keep up with me guys.” John replied with the same smile as he got inside his Nissan and drove off. It wasn’t really what Brittany expected, but she got inside the BMW and started chasing him. T rushed into his 240, wheelspun for effect, and then launched after John like hell. Tak muttered “dayum” and then drove after the bitch, and Cal, who was still in dat Supra cuz reasons, drove off as well. Jennkins chased Johnny for a little, but got bored. He was smart, and needed a reputation-eventually. And, well, the sooner the better, thought. And somehow, John pushed the brakes at this point, coming to a full stop in a matter of moments. Brittany also stopped. T stopped, 180ed, and drove up beside John. He rolled down his window. Tak, however, had kept going and Cal was chasing that Monaro “For how long you thought that I was going to run?” John asked with a grin as he lowered his window. “Ehhh… I’d say you’d get to Tijuana,” Jennkins replied in a sarcastic and humorous tone. “Here’s the thing… we got nothing left to prove to each other today, and tomorrow there are races.” John replied, unfazed this time. “Patience is a virtue.” “Aww crap… almost everybody took my bait of racing again.” Brittany said with disappointment as she lowered her window. “Your bait? It was John who wanted a race all along with that overconfident remark of his,” T claimed, tampering with John and Brit’s reactions. Meanwhile, Cal overtook Tak and stopped in front of him, forcing Tak to stop as well. They were a few meters away from John, Jennkins and Brittany. Cal got out of his Supra and walked over to the Monaro. “‘Sup there?” Said Tak to Cal. “Sup, I’m Cal.” Cal replied. “Hey, were you in that one race the other day? I recognize your Supra.” “Uhh, yeh. How do you know that, I didn’t see that, ahem… ‘Monaro’ that day.” “I was in the Corolla, I got this the other day because I needed a faster car. And about the bodykit and spoiler… I bought it riced and only had time/money to take care of the paint.” “Oh ok, that corolla is nice tho. So yeah, I see you have some drift skillz.” “Thanks, I need more practice with this beefy muscle car, however. A bit of a challenging transition from a Corolla, don’t ya think?” “Ye, I have some experience with muscle car drifting. Anyway, would you like to stay a bit or do you have to go?” “What’re we gonna do? I have no plans, so....” “Well, since I have a drifting crew, I would like to see if you have enough skillz to join.” Cal replied with a smile. “I’ll need my Corolla for true MLG drifting, let’s head over to my place and get it.” “Alright, let’s go then.” Cal replied. “Ay Mr. T.” Cal shouted over to Jennkins. T didn’t hear him, he was busy conversing with John and Brit from the window of his car. “Bleh, whatever. Let’s go to yer place.” “I like the cut of your jib.” Tak accelerated, Cal following behind him. As they did so, T looked over and chased right after them, saying a quick ‘bye’ to John and the Britch. “Better go after your crew members-” “Thank you Captain Obvious.” Brittany interrupted John and got into her BMW, chasing Jennkin’s Nissan. OOC: To be continued at raflp’s next post.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 19:35:37 GMT 1
Day 5
Rockport Turnpike, Downtown Rockport.
13:00
As Aston Hurtin' passes through the Turnpike, he entered Rockport, he hadn't entered it since 2 months, staying hidden from the cops that the cops declared he has evaded, through the help of the revolving license plate.
"Well", said Timothy, "Here we go again. Maybe not".
"Cops probably aren't getting this one", thought Timothy.
After that, he turned right, and cruised around Downtown Rockport. He began to feel bored, so he wanted to look for a duel. He found one, who races around in a heavily riced yellow and green 1977 AMC Pacer X. He found him at Little Italy
"Eww", whispered Timothy, with a look of disgust, "I would rather spend a day at the worst hotel in the world rather than look at that damn thing. Now, I am looking for someone to duel with."
"So", said the mysterious racer, "You wanna duel me? I bet no one can defeat me."
"Of course, I am going to", said Timothy, "But the way you said that no one can defeat you makes me think something's obvious."
"Such as what?", said the racer.
"Cops. Loads of cops.", said Timothy.
Day 5
13:15
Little Italy, Rockport.
After some minutes arguing about to race or not, they finally agree to race.
"Alright. Lets do this", said the racer.
"Which race are we going to race?", said Timothy.
"The Rockport Cannonball Run.", replied the racer.
"The Cannonball Run!?", out came the reply by Timothy in a surprised outburst, "You mean, the damn race that exiled me to Palmont?"
"Yes, that one.", replied the racer. "But this one is only around Rockport only".
"Goddammit", whispered Timothy, "This race better not be having the same fates as again."
And then, the race starts! With the Pacer instantly in the lead because of that ridiculously stupid engine, Hurtin' began to go hardline. As again, his mind focused on not losing. He thought of using gadgets, but he wouldn't break his promise.
And then, at the first corner, the Pacer was going far too fast to turn, and thus the racer missed the turn.
"Damn it!", shouted the racer.
Hurtin' was already catching up with him, and with his amazing drifting skills, he passed the turn neatly.
"I'm gonna get you!", shouted the racer.
Day 5
Rosewood University, Rosewood.
13:40
The lead kept changing between Hurtin' and the racer for the next few minutes. By then, they were in Rosewood. As they passed through Rosewood University, they got the attention of the cops. They began chasing the racers.
"Damn Corvettes", said Timothy, "I'm gonna get all of you later."
They kept chasing them, and despite all roadblocks and spike strips, they went straight through them. Once they were in Camden, Hurtin' took the opportunity to instantly end the race by using a "natural gadget", which was a construction site.
"Hmm, I gotta go", said Timothy. He then ripped off the construction site, and the Pacer got totaled. The driver got arrested.
"Here we go again, for real", said Timothy.
*cues in the James Bond Theme*
An epic chase through all of Rockport ensues, despite all the efforts by the police, Hurtin' slammed their sides, totaled them, brought down buildings to slow them down, and more trouble with the police. The police was defeated.
He evaded the police after a short while.
Day 5
North Camden, Rockport
14:00.
He went to a repair shop, and then he paid to repair the bodywork. After the repairs were done, he went outside, and well, ran into Jennkins.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 21:40:48 GMT 1
Day 1
00:15
East Kempton
Nathan drove through Kempton, which was incredibly quiet. He was trying very hard not to fall asleep at the wheel. His wrists were sore after the previous race and all he wanted to do was get home and jump into bed. A few men walked past, heading out of a night club. None of them payed any attention to the bright yellow, slightly rusty Dodge Challenger. Probably because they were very drunk. Eventually, Nathan managed to get to his house. He was planning a trip to Rockport later in the day.
Day 1
00:45
Nathan’s House
It had been half an hour since Nathan had jumped into bed, exhausted. Yet still he couldn’t fall asleep. So he got up, walked downstairs and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of milk, inspected it and closed the fridge. Then, he walked to the living room, sat on the sofa and switched on the TV. He pulled a blanket over himself and lay down.
07:45
Nathan woke up, sunlight washing over his face. He pulled himself off the sofa and walked over to the cupboard. He pulled out some tortillas, and then opened the fridge to take out the meat. Within a minute, Nathan had created a taco. He admired it for a few seconds before picking it up and eating it. After stuffing his face with meat and tortilla, he poured himself some water into a glass and drank it. Having had his breakfast, he decided to put on some fresh clothes. Nathan pulled off his old yellow shirt, pulled on a clean yellow shirt and put on some fresh shorts. He was ready for a trip to Rockport.
Day 1
08:01
Outside Nathan’s House
It seemed that Nathan had got himself hyped up for the trip for nothing. The Challenger wouldn’t bloody start. Jiagen got out of the car, opened up the bonnet and slapped the engine block twice. Then he got back in and turned the keys. Nothing. Nathan was angry. Very angry.
08:40
Still nothing. Nathan had tried everything from rubbing the exhaust to actually attempting to repair it using actual tools. He sat down and looked at the yellow muscle car. “Well, it looks like it’s time to take you to an actual mechanic.” said Nathan, annoyed at his car’s failure to start. So, Nathan put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. At that point, he received a message, which said:
Meet me at the garage in Dunwich Village. -Mark
Nathan almost dropped his phone in shock. Mark? Was that Mark Cray, the man who’d got him a job? So, Nathan phoned the garage and asked them to pick his car up.
09:13
Soon, the tow truck arrived at the garage. Nathan stepped out and thanked the man who’d driven him here, before starting to look for Cray. He walked around to the back and saw a red Porsche Cayman parked near a wall. There was a note under the windscreen wipers which said:
‘I haven’t seen you for a while. Bring this car to the Rosewood flea market, I want to see if you still have your skills. -Mark’
Nathan grinned. Mark was back from jail. So, Jiagen walked into the garage, told the employees that he would be back soon and walked back to where the Porsche was parked. He pulled out a lock pick and opened the door. He got inside, found the keys already inserted and closed the door. Then, Nathan fired up the engine and drove out of the parking area of the garage.
After a few minutes, Nathan drove into Rosewood and cruised past the bus station. He was sure that he hadn’t lost any of his skill after abruptly having to end his jacking career in Olympic City. All of a sudden, he spotted something on the dashboard. The fuel tank was almost empty. So, Nathan turned into the gas station and stopped at the pump. However, just as he was about to get out, Nathan noticed a cop car speeding into the station with its sirens and lights on. The driver drifted recklessly around the pump and stopped to face the Cayman.
“GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE!!! DO IT NOW!!!” the police officer shouted through the megaphone. Nathan put the car in reverse and drove backwards out of the station. Yet, he wasn’t to go far before he spotted another patrol car heading for the rear of his car, so Nathan had to swerve dangerous to dodge and avoid damaging his engine in a crash. He did a J-turn and dodged a van, then powerslided around the corner, heading for the flea market, the place Mark had told him to deliver the car to. Then, Nathan looked in his rear view mirror and noticed the patrol cars coming around the corner and beginning to hound the Porsche. Unfortunately for the cops, the Cayman was faster than their patrol vehicles and soon Nathan managed to lose them as he turned, heading towards the fire halls, and dodging into the car wash in the gas station. He drove right through, and put his foot down as he went down the straight. He turned right and soon he was back on track.
09:27
Soon, Nathan drove into the parking area of the flea market and stopped. He waited a while for Mark to arrive, but no one appeared. After a while, Nathan began to get suspicious. Why was Mark not arriving? He slotted the car into first and drove forward, and was surprised to see the garage door open. However, instead of being greeted by Mark, Nathan found himself facing a police Charger. The sirens switched on and the cop came speeding forward, forcing Nathan to go into reverse and drive back onto the road. The Charger continued going, however, and traded paint with the Cayman as Nathan attempted to do a J-turn. He did it and flew forward, feeling lucky that the Porsche had its engine in the rear, and so he was speeding towards the hospital.
10:00
Nathan was exhausted. He had been running from the cops for a good 30 minutes, and yet still he couldn’t lose them. He’d almost lost them three times, but there always seemed to be a cop coming right for him. It seemed that Nathan had been having a bad day, and it wasn’t even noon yet. And it was about to get worse. The Porsche was running out of gas, and Nathan couldn’t just stop at a gas station, tell the police to stop and then top up. Yet Jiagen had a plan. He was currently in the tunnel near the old bridge, heading out of the mountains. So, after having his car powerslide right, he put his foot down and pointed the car towards the donut shop. There were seven cops behind him. So, Nathan lightly turned right and smashed right into one of the donut shop’s pillars. All of his momentum was gone, but he still attempted to smash through the next two. The second pillar shattered. As did the last. Nathan spun the steering wheel left and he stopped in the middle of the road. He got out of the red Cayman and notice that all of the cop cars were smashed up, their drivers either trapped, unconscious, or dead. Then Nathan surveyed the damage on his Porsche. The windscreen was cracked and shattered, the left front wheel had a lot of camber and many body panels on the front were gone.
“Meh, that’s not too hard to repair.” He said to himself before calling a different garage to the one in Dunwich village.
12:37
Nathan sat, waiting for the mechanics to tell him how long until the Cayman was in good condition. He’d already got information from the Dunwich mechanic that the Challenger would be ready in ten days. Apart from that, nothing really happened. Nathan played some Halo, drank soda and watched TV.
18:10
Nathan woke up abruptly as his phone rang. It was the mechanic.
“Yeah? Yep, that’s me.” he said to the guy. “Red Cayman, yeah, extreme body damage, repairs… so how long until it’s in good condition? How long? Twenty days? Ok, no worries, thanks!” He hit the end call button and placed the phone back on the table. Nathan leaned back on the sofa, switched the TV on again and decided to order some pizza. He watched a movie, and he went to bed at about 22:00.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 11:55:54 GMT 1
5-A: More stuff getting amped up and full crew formation
Day 5 (5th September, Friday, 2014)
21:05
Bus Terminal, Downtown Rosewood
Arriving at the set time and place first, Seth arrived to the stoplights beside Rosewood’s bus station in his Supra. Looking at the roads surrounding the 3-point intersection, he knew that the course he was about to race on was going to be twisty and full of inclines, both uphill and downhill.
“I would’ve thought the Duke of Hairlington would be here first. Oh well, that leaves me with more time to look around and plan ahead.” he started thinking, looking intently at the paths inside the terminal. Revving up the 2JZ-GTE under the hood, he was ready to learn how to drive the most aggressive FR car to come from Japan.
“I hope this thing won’t kill me.” Seth started thinking again, as he turned off the engine and got out of the Supra. Unbeknownst to Seth, John was already there behind some bus, having the headlamps turned off. Seth could hear an engine, unmistakably an RB26DETT, as John started his Skyline. The GT-R got in front of the Supra and illuminated it with John turning on the headlamps.
“Of course he’d do that.” he thought, looking at John with tinge of disgust on his face.
The Camaro joined the two imports a moment later, it’s V8 rumbling along like a beast growling at it’s prey. It did a semi circle around the two, before stopping by the Supra. Meanwhile, John drew a sprint track on his GPS. He then exited his car.
The Supra, in the meantime, was not going to back down from the Camaro. Its driver revved it up further, blow-off valves splitting the air in half like how a horned lizard spits blood into its predator’s eyes. After a while, Seth stepped out of the car and went up to John, still mapping out the course.
“Alright, hairball, do we actually know where this run ends?” he started, while glancing at the GPS. John finished drawing the track as it was almost done, ignoring Seth’s impatience and another one of his “hair remarks”.
Deciding that enough hair jokes have been made for now, Seth left John alone and walked down the road to observe the first few winding corners, which resembled roller coaster rides without the rails.
“Holy crap, that’s a sharp drop into the S-bend. The Golf wouldn’t enjoy this.” the man from Palmont thought, looking down into the beginning of a sharp downhill drop in the middle of the first corners he could see.
Meanwhile, John downloaded the track on Seth and Ellie’s GPS. He exited his Skyline afterwards, waiting for Seth and Ellie to get ready.
A few minutes passed, and Seth returned from the slope. Walking up to John, he noticed the finished course map in his car.
“That’s… an interesting ending. Considering I know none of these roads besides Legend’s Highway, I shouldn’t expect a good result from this one.”
“Is this your way of introducing me to Rockport?” he whispered to John.
“I haven’t put any thought into that.” John replied.
“I’m sure you haven’t.” the man replied with a tone of sarcasm, walking back to his Supra. He started the car and brought it beside John’s Skyline, signalling it was ready to go.
Ellie, who had done nothing of note beforehand, did the same, getting in between the Supra and the GT-R. The three revved up their engines, with the two Japanese cars sounding somewhat similar, but the with Ellie’s L98 V8 dwarfing their exhaust notes, it was barely noticeable.
“You know, you could record the race. For, erm, reasons. I mean you do have a GoPro in your passenger seat, right?” Seth told John, as he opened his window.
“Who told you that?”
“It’s a mini camera. Close enough.”
“Are you here to race or what?” John replied. “And I have camera not a mini one.”
“Whatever you say.”
The three drivers waited for the traffic light to go green before launching. Seth’s Supra had the best start, followed by John’s R32 and Ellie’s Camaro respectively.
Taking a plunge into the downhill road first, Seth’s Supra grinded the road slightly with its bodykit’s lowered nose, leaving sparks flying towards John and Ellie. The GT-R and the Camaro followed somewhat more smoothly going into the next left-hander leading further downhill. Seth, hesitating slightly, slowed up as his front wheels pointed left, which resulted in John getting a nose in from the inside. Before John could make a move, however, Seth corrected mid-corner and accelerated the Supra into a slight drift, blocking the Skyline. Ellie, in the meantime, started to draft John towards the exit after a relatively easy going through the winding road.
A small jump followed, with Seth leaving sparks flying from his underbody once more, but this time with John and Ellie’s underpinnings making contact with the cracked asphalt too. The next right-hander was suddenly leading uphill this time, which left Seth with no choice but to push it. The Skyline, on the other hand, was preparing for the perfect moment to pounce on its rival. Pulling through the apex with more grip than last time, Seth pulled away slightly with the Supra’s superior torque compared to the GT-R’s. With the draft lasting longer every second, Ellie got a nose in on the Skyline and decided to try ramming John’s tail out of the way. Slowing the GT-R down with impact, the Camaro managed to gain a tie leading out of the race’s first rollercoaster-like corners.
The next corner approached, one that only those who knew Rockport could use to a huge advantage - the large grass patch on the inside was a cutting point for any racer living in Rockport who had half a brain. Seth, however, did not know this and instead went wide by following the asphalt path. John and Ellie seized the moment and sent the Supra from first to last in a matter of two seconds, cutting through the small shrubs and into the road leading into a four-way intersection. The two sped out of the corner, still tied leading into yet another uphill incline, this time with either another straight cut through the grass or a safer tarmac S-bend path, leading into a cluster of tollgates. John decided to go the aggressive path, using his Skyline’s superior handling to take the lead into the grass cut after Ellie slowed down slightly to take the same path. To take it up a notch, as soon as his rear fender was directly in front of Ellie’s headlights, John brake blocked the Camaro. Not expecting anyone but herself to be aggressive this early, Eleanor didn’t slow down in time and as a result slammed John’s rear end, slightly cracking his taillight covers and the GT-R badge on the trunk. On Ellie’s end, a slightly bent front fender and cracked headlight covers were the cost of the mess. All this allowed Seth to cut the distance between him and his fellow crew members; he was no more than 15 feet away from Ellie after all three had passed the tollgates into a right-hander with yet another instance of grass cutting being a possibility.
Once the three passed the tollgates and the right-hander, incline happened. This is where Ellie did a PIT maneuver on John’s Skyline. Even though John saw this coming and counter-steered, it was enough for Ellie’s Camaro to overtake him. When Seth thought he could also pass, John regained the control of his Skyline and got into the Supra’s path, slamming its front. Such a mess allowed Ellie to increase her lead with another car’s length. The race continued without any changes in positionings. Shortly, Ellie, John and Seth reached some uphill portion of the track containing a S-bend. John’s Skyline began drafting the Camaro closely and tried to pass, but got blocked by Ellie. The Supra stood back right behind the GT-R R32 for now. A medium length straight leading to a left-hander approached. It had 3 traffic cars which weren’t much of a hassle for the three racers. The left-hander came with a divider followed by a right-hander. Everybody took the most right side, so more blocking happened. As the divider was gone and the road straightened out, the two I6s and the V8 were revved, obtaining some attention from certain people on the sidewalks. Brakes were then pushed with the 3 cars preparing to take a sharp right corner. John’s Skyline braked later and cut deep the inside line, starting to pass Ellie’s Camaro.
Ellie knew John was going to attack at some point, but not from where he was making his move. A slight drift had slowed her down, and before she knew it, the Supra was right behind her, and the GT-R was now a single car’s length ahead of her on her right side. The Supra had now started a draft chain towards the up-and-down section of straightaway leading into Highway 99, its headlights fixed on the Camaro badge as John pulled ahead. Leading into another divided road, John played it safe by staying on the right lane, weaving through two IS300 taxis and a pizza delivery Polo with relatively little loss in speed. Ellie and the Supra, in the meantime, went the risky way into oncoming traffic. Determined to continue the draft chain, Seth followed the Camaro, who was now pulling away slightly with superior torque. However, after reaching the top of the hill, a lone green pickup truck revealed itself on a blind spot of the hill. Ellie drifted past it, losing momentum, while the Supra merely steered itself in the opposite direction, keeping its speed constant. At the end of the divided section, John was now three cars’ lengths ahead, while the Supra was neck-and-neck with the Camaro into the intersection.
Seth pulled ahead of Ellie at the end of the intersection, but not without a “friendly” nudge on the left before giving up second place. John, still sticking to his intent of staying on the right side of the road, was pulling away further, stretching the lead to five car lanes going into Highway 99. The Skyline led into the highway, the Supra and Camaro arriving to the highway mere moments later. Seth kept his sights on John’s Skyline, following through the high speed corners. They braked hard soon after, turning to the right. The Skyline’s lead however, was too much for the Supra to catch up, leaving John to take…
Second, for Ellie took a shortcut at the end.
“So what the hell is with you braking like a dumbass while I was behind you?” Ellie asked John, after exiting her Camaro.
Giggling could be heard from inside the Supra. Judging by how windows usually keep sound from entering or exiting a car, its driver was clearly at the point of crying of laughter.
“Good question.” John replied while laughing as well. Ellie walked up to him and kneed him in the groin.
“Less statements, more answers before I shotgun your balls off. So much for a ‘Crew’.”
“Because of my failure from that previous race, I felt like I had to take this one in serious. That’s the truth… you and Seth made me feel like I’m not good enough.”
The giggling only got louder from inside the car. However, Seth still didn’t get out of the car or even open his window. By the second, John was getting more irritated at his laughter.
“Well you see this.” Ellie pointed to the front of her car. “How about you be good enough to pay for that.”
“I will.” John replied.
“I don’t trust you and from how you drove, the feeling is mutual. I’ll take it in advance. One grand, cash.”
The Supra’s driver finally got out of his car after two straight minutes of laughing. He was in last place, but the slight smile on his face made him appear like he had won once again.
“One thing I learned from driving in the midwest - an inferiority complex won’t get you far in street racing. It’s not our fault we made you feel that way.” he told John, patting him on the shoulder in a sarcastic manner.
John handed Ellie one grand. “Maybe, but it’s Ellie’s fault for ramming me early in the race and for not trusting me.” John replied.
“And you took her bait, and munched on it like a damn piranha. Bravo.”
“And also, I didn’t hit you, dumbass.” Ellie stated.
A door opened from inside the warehouse, revealing a disturbed Brittany, clearly not in the mood to socialize after whatever she was doing with blaring rock music inside was interrupted by three ladies arguing over who the ugliest was.
“You three, especially you, Supra-guy, do you mind fucking keeping it down?” she screamed, as a song by CF0$ was blaring from the inside.
“Oh, hello, Beemer-girl? Or was it Britain? We all have names, you know.” the blue Supra’s driver sneered at the nutcase.
Brittany walked up to Seth and kneed him in the groin, wiping off his smile and replacing it with quivering lips of pain. He fell to the Supra’s hood, writhing in a pain only a man can understand when his ‘jewels’ have been forced up into his gut by 40+ pounds of knee force.
“Let’s make it clear, you bloody piece of arse - I hate you, and we can never be friends.”
“Whoa whoa whoa, beemer bitch, calm yourself.” Ellie said.
Brittany glared at Ellie for a few seconds, as if she was about to start a catfight, then decided it wasn’t worth it by walking back to John, glaring at her “bitch”, as she calls him.
“This is all your fault, you fucking twat.” she told John, grabbing his arm and wringing it around as if he was a ragdoll begging for abuse. John simply stood there without any response whatsoever.
“Yeah, get back to your mommy you little bitch.” Ellie said with a smile.
Brittany glared at Ellie once more. A few seconds later, as a response, she slapped John in the right cheek, and kicked the door of the warehouse open as she walked back into said warehouse, having blown a fuse as she walked away. Ellie gave a short laugh immediately after.
“Well, I don’t even know how to react anymore since same thing just happened earlier but with two different ‘protagonists’ so it might as well repeat over and over again.” John thought.
Suddenly, a silver IS 300 driver parks infront the warehouse and gets out from the car.
“Well, I’m gonna do some practice in this big warehouse….” the driver of IS 300 said. He walked to the door and knocked on it.
He then walks to the door but he saw some people near the warehouse and thought they were some people who owns that warehouse.The IS 300 driver walks to them but he saw some people are having verbal fighting.
“Who are you and what the fuck do you want?” Brittany said to the IS300 driver nearby.
“Excuse these people.” John said to the IS300 driver nearby.
“Looks like there’s an intense fighting over there” as IS 300 driver to himself and he saw Cal’s Supra once John opened the warehouse’s door to park his Skyline. He then entered his Skyline and drove it inside the warehouse before exiting it the car again.
“Woah woah , calm down , dude…” said IS 300 driver to Brittany.
“What did you just call me?! Ugh… first that other guy in the Supra, now this?” Brittany replied.
“Look , i don’t want to make you mad and i’m sorry , okay?” IS 300 driver replied.
“Just ignore her… or…” John replied, sensing shit coming from his angry girlfriend.
Walking up to the unknown driver, she slapped him squarely in the cheek, leaving a red mark sprayed across it.
“Ow!” IS 300 driver said. “I’m sorry calling you that!” with a high voice.
“No, I’m sorry for her actions.” John replied, preparing to dodge any sort of ‘attack’ from whoever else.
“Look , i don’t wanted to interrupt any things about you guys and I can leave if you want.” IS 300 driver replied.
“I’ll leave with you if that’s the case.” John replied. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“All i wanted is to practice my driving skill and that’s all , mate” IS 300 driver replied.
Notably annoyed, that ‘beemer bitch’ opened the warehouse’s door and got into her black Hummer H1, driving off. The Hummer made minor contact with John’s Skyline, scratching the driver’s door in the process as it was in its way. Inside the warehouse, Seth, Ellie and Everett could notice some other cars. A blue Subaru Impreza, a black BMW 8 Series and a white Toyota Supra.
“So, who was that slut on her period?” Ellie asked, then to the IS300 driver. “Or you for that matter?”
“Why me?” EG asked with a confused face.
“That slut on period is… my girlfriend. And you because we haven’t introduce ourselves yet. I’m John Black, coming from England.”
“I’m Everett from Australia… some people called me EG” EG replied with a smile.
Seth gave him his Footy’s Diner business card instead of saying something, since he had other things on his mind at that moment.
“What the hell was that wench’s problem?” he thought.
EG takes Seth’s business card and looks at it. “Say, aren’t you the owner of that famous diner in Kempton?” EG replied.
“Why else would I give you a piece of my establishment.”
“God , i’ve always wanted to meet you since i moved here,mate!.” EG replied with a big smile
“Now that I think about it, I’ve seen you quite a lot at the diner. Good to know some loyal customers of mine street race too.”
“Figures you’d have a girlfriend with issues. Anyways, I’m Eleanor Duke.” Ellie introduced herself. “People call me Ellie.” the woman started.
“I don’t.” Seth said in response. “Eleanor suits you better, in my opinion.”
“Whatever sinks your submarine.” Ellie shrugged.
“Almost forgot, but I made the track finish here for a reason. This is my warehouse and I live very close to it.” John replied. The warehouse’s door was still opened after Brittany left, so the blue Subaru Impreza, the black BMW 8 Series and the white Toyota Supra were still noticeable.
“Where’d you get the money to buy these?” Seth replied.
“Only the Subaru is mine.” John replied.
“And what’s with your… ‘girlfriend’ running off in that fatass?” Seth replied.
“Well, it’s some abandoned Hummer she found months ago in the countryside. I’ve spent more than a week with others to fix it from what I remember. That’s because I kinda liked it too to be honest. ”
“So , how did you get this warehouse , John? ” EG replied while sitting in his Lexus.
“It’s rented.” John replied.
“Thought you owned this warehouse , mate.” EG replied.
“Well he lied.” Ellie stated. “Anyways, A Skyline you and your girlfriend keeps trashing, a car that eats oil, an unreliable 90s Euro GT and a gas guzzler. Somehow you managed to make the Supra the only reasonable choice here and no offense, everyone and their mothers has one of those. Scratch how he got these, how do you guys even keep these running?”
“I have to start working as a mechanic again soon probably, being just a car photographer won’t help with the cash.” John replied.
“More like a mechan’t-ic. Eh, fair enough. Still a sounds like a moneyhole here”
“Did you people got some text message yesterday about the upcoming race event?” John asked.
“You don’t need to remind us, Follicarious.” said Seth.
Suddenly, everyone’s phone rang. John grabbed his phone, checking the following text message.
**
From: Alexandria Fenstermacher
To: EVERYONE!
Subject: One more race
Message: For those of you who think you and or your ride is better than everyone else’s, there’s one more race for you lot. Meet up at the parkade on the side of Starlight strip by all those houses you can’t afford, and we’ll start a rumble. If you ain’t shit, don’t bother coming.
**
“One more race? I’m going to assume it’s shortly after the first two ones from tomorrow.” John replied.
“I’ve had to put up with this bitch ever since she handed me my cash. I don’t want any part of that third race, not with that attitude.” Seth warned.
“I’ll trust your advice on it. Plus I don’t want to drive to Palmont anyways.” Ellie said, heeding to Seth’s warning.
“There’s an upcoming race? When the race started?” EG replied curiously.
“Well, check your phone. You should have this message and the one from yesterday relating these races.” John replied.
EG takes out his Nokia phone and checks in the mailbox if there’s a new message.”Ah.. here it is... “ and then he opened the message.
From: Ovidiu Dragomir, Alexandria Fenstermacher, Henri Harrison
To: EVERYONE!
Subject: Next event
Message: Hello everyone. The next event is taking place in two days starting from now on. Like the last time, there’s a race for Palmont and a race for Rockport. Time for both is 6 PM, but obviously you’re supposed to show up a bit earlier. For Palmont race, meeting spot and start line is located in Overlook Pass canyon due North of Silverton. For Rockport race, meeting spot and start line is located near the KFC Restaurant from Petersburg in Rosewood. More details available if you come.
**
He then checked the most recent message.
**
From: Alexandria Fenstermacher
To: EVERYONE!
Subject: One more race
Message: For those of you who think you and or your ride is better than everyone else’s, there’s one more race for you lot. Meet up at the parkade on the side of Starlight strip by all those houses you can’t afford, and we’ll start a rumble. If you ain’t shit, don’t bother coming.
**
“H-how did these guys get my phone number anyway?” EG replied.
“What you don’t know, won’t hurt you. Don’t ask, don’t tell.” Seth told him in response.
“I’m not sure. Anyways… I need a 4th member for my crew. Would you like to join?”
EG smiled happily after John said that. “Sure! Would love to join a crew! I always wanted a crew,mate!” EG replied with a big smile on his face.
“I recognized your Lexus from the previous race, it’s white and has the same body kit. You did not disappoint a fine job there.” John replied.
“Thanks , mate! Although i’m in 5th in the last race , i still happy about it….” EG replied.
“Better than our so-called leader. Anyways, we’re a full bunch now, what’s the plan?” Ellie
asked.
Seth giggled at the thought of John not even making it into the top four.
“Tomorrow we’re going to participate in Rockport race I guess. In 2 days or so, let’s face a rival crew.” John replied.
“You guess… I suppose you haven’t done much prep work on this but you seriously need to sound more confident if you’re gonna lead. Who’s the ‘rival crew’?”
“Midnight Cruisers.” John replied.
“Ooh boy, what’s next? The Darkness Riders?” Seth said in a mix of a condescending and a mocking tone.
“Okay, an import squad with a name that is made up of synonyms of ‘Black’ and ‘Riders’. They have… 2 Nissan Zs, an 80s import that looks the same as every other 80s import and a rare Mazda.” Ellie said, thinking up what she could remember of the crew. “Unless somehow magical friendship and teamwork appears in the next two days, they’ll definitely beat this ragtag group led by an idiot.”
“If you wish upon a star riding around in the black sky, Eleanor. If you wish, friendship might just blossom among us two and this idiot.” Seth replied, patronizing John.
“Gonna take a lot more than that for it to happen.” Ellie replied, giggling.
“I’m not sure my car can pass these guys… hope will do” EG replied.
“It will do fine. Anyways, as a crew we’ll need some communication system during races. Do you guys have Skype on your phones or something?” John asked the others.
“I’m not that good with technology, but I hear skype is shit for conference calls.” Ellie replied. “Why don’t you use the phone function on your phone instead?”
“Or. Just a suggestion, maybe we just tape a few walkie-talkies to the dashboard for easy access.” Seth told the group.
“I’d rather had walkie-talkie than using Skype like in Fat N Furious…” EG replied.
“Walkie-talkie is a good idea.” John agreed.
“Cost is on you.” Ellie stated. “Though speaking of walkie talkies, it reminds me of you. You talkie a lot but you can’t walkie for shit.”
“Haha , very funny” EG sarcasticly replied.
Wiping a few tears of laughter from his face, Seth started with “At this rate, we are definitely screwed, going up against John’s muses and shit.”, he said, while patting said blue-haired Brit on the shoulder, albeit sarcastically. “Look on the bright side. At least one dark riding crew’s gonna come out of this with a win; just not us.”
“I’m going to buy them before the race then.”
“Heard there’s an electronic store that sells walkie-talkie around this neighborhood but not sure which store sells it.” EG replied.
“So maybe there’s one or maybe there isn’t is what you’re saying.”
“One thing’s for sure - maybe.” Seth interjected.
“I’ll look for it.” John replied.
“Or you could you know, use google.” Ellie said before John goes and wastes his time.
Seth facepalmed, and shook his head with his right hand still covering his mouth and nose - a definite sign of disapproval. “I should leave before this gets any worse. Honestly, this was a waste of time, you could’ve just showed us the warehouse without you having to lose $1000 on a casual race.” he added, as he walked back to his Supra, clearly annoyed judging from his body language. Seconds later, the door was shut on its driver’s seat and the engine had started. With a wave from his opened window to his fellow ‘crewmates’ with the exception of Jonathan Black, Seth left the scene heading east to who knows where.
EG’s reaction was confused since he doesnt know what’s going on right now.His mind goes like a cow in a tornado.
“Unless you two still need me, I’m out for now.” John replied, preparing to enter his Skyline.
“Well , since there’s nothing to do right now , i’m leaving for now.” EG replied.
“You girlfriend probably needs you to be her chew toy again, but me? Nah.” Ellie said getting into her Camaro. The Camaro peeled out of the garage area and went out of sight quickly.
John got inside his Skyline and drove to the other nightclub in North of Rosewood where Brittany got hired. He wanted to ensure that the bodyguards of this nightclub aren’t also stupid to the point of getting drunk and so capable of being murdered easily by a psychopath. Once he got back in the warehouse, John began repairing his Skyline.
Day 6 (6th September, Saturday, 2014)
12:00
Rosewood
John bought 4 walkie-talkies at the total price of $320 before he got to work, grabbing some developed pictures, roaming around Rosewood to take pictures of a few cars and then getting some other pictures to development. He also sent some pictures to his boss. Around 5 PM, John ate something before driving to the meeting spot of the Rockport race from 6 PM.
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There’s no way you ‘simply couldn’t sleep’.”
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,” replied T.
) falling asleep without his night light on. With a slight sigh, he put his blanket over his body and put himself to sleep, ending yet another day in the life of Detective Trent Cobb, another day wasted yet again without any progress to getting what he really wants from Darke County.