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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Dec 22, 2006 23:46:48 GMT -5
Meanwhile, deeper in the forest, a group of vehicles moved through the trees. They had arrived in the woods together, had wandered around lost together, and had died together. However, they could not rest. Feeling the virus eating them from the inside, they continue to wander, believing that if they could just find someone to give the virus to, their pain would end. The five- two male trucks and three female cars- slowly made their way forward, drawn towards the sounds of the bickering group.
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Post by Tracker89 on Dec 23, 2006 13:02:35 GMT -5
Cam rolled quietly through the forest, scared and confused. He was thankful that he had gotten lost while wearing his off-roading gear, but that didn't do too much to ease his fear.
"I thought taking that detour would shave a few seconds off my time...not take me to the middle of nowhere!" He said to himself. The race now seemed laughable compared to his current problem, so he continued driving without changing direction. There were a few quiet and distant sounds, but the 4x4 didn't pay them any attention...
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 23, 2006 16:49:36 GMT -5
By now, Boost was getting frustrated. Just where in the heck were they? Couldn't they have seen a building of some kind anywhere nearby? Maybe an old factory?
He snorted, asking the crew, "Anybody see anything other than trees and rocks?"
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Ebony was also in this creepy woods and she still hasn't found Boost and the guys yet. She has been getting a lot of scents though, but they were either different, unrelated scents or scents that had gotten mixed up with others, in which she couldn't tell which scent was which. This was very frustrating.
"Boost! Wingo! DJ! Snot Rod!" she called as loud as she could, "Where are you guys?"
Still, she did not know that she was being followed by something very dangerous and scary.
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Post by taiomega on Dec 23, 2006 20:02:19 GMT -5
A low growl like snarl came from the mean looking car "Wingo." Red eyes moved across a black windsheild... As it headed to where it herd the yelling...someone knew him, or had seen him...
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 23, 2006 20:05:41 GMT -5
"Guys!" Ebony called again, "Where are you? If you can hear me, please answer!"
She got no answer... yet...
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Post by ridshadowfox on Dec 23, 2006 20:38:33 GMT -5
"I don't see anything Boost... But then again my engine hinders my sight a little." Snot Rod ads.
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Post by taiomega on Dec 23, 2006 23:29:18 GMT -5
What sounded like demented purring was really a half functioning water pump, rattleing in the mangled face of a dodge Ram pickup truck... His tires turned to sounds that he had made out as 'Engine Hindered sight' it ment little to him.. it was sound and that was enough to investagate... The trucks movment caught the eye of a smaller dark green car who just mindlessly followed...and draged bottom every so offten do to it's messed up front finders which made it's front tires splay out from under it...
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Post by ridshadowfox on Dec 23, 2006 23:47:32 GMT -5
"Hey Boost, do ya think your sister is here too?" Snot Rod looks around." Maybe we should try her cel?"
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Dec 24, 2006 2:08:15 GMT -5
The five tormented stopped, listening. There was the sound- faint, but there. A black Pontiac Grand Prix dragged a broken and useless left rear tire behind her. Behind her, a red Ford F150- oil running from it's mouth and its cargo bed crushed- growled. He could hear sounds, and sounds meant prey.
Slowly, the group moved forward.
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Post by mariovw on Dec 24, 2006 2:58:58 GMT -5
Mario heard something...something that sounded like tires rolling ovr a tre limb...then he hea a clunking noise in the distance..."where am I and how did I get here??"was all he could think before he fel something stab into his convertible top and e sceamed and then remembered that when a beetle's engine runs fast for a long time it heats up the engine cover.so he revved as hard as he could rev and then looked back and saw a car running away from him.then he passed out right there....
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Post by Tracker89 on Dec 24, 2006 7:01:18 GMT -5
Cam stopped as he spotted a group of tire tracks on the soil near him...he looked at the direction they led, and glimpsed some shapes moving away in the distance.
'People' he thought.
He drove towards the distant cars.
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Post by fierano on Dec 24, 2006 12:03:52 GMT -5
"Please...heh heh...make it stop...it'llstopright? It'llstopsoon...Icanmakeitstop...soon...soon..."
The severely-scarred BMW M3 could only hear his semi-giggling speech above two things. The first was the ambience of the forest that imprisoned him with his rambling. The second was the sound of the others that the forest had ensnared. Those he could see as cops, big and small, SUV and Crown Vic, and the occasional Corvette and GTO or some other. Those same law enforcement officers he had personally seen to and had grown to enjoy the demise of.
Now karma was coming back and the tormented shell of Carl Magnus could do nothing but face it head on. And he saw fit to start with one particular GTO that had wandered from the pack.
((Remember, he sees pretty much any car as a police officer car until he gets close enough, though by then it's too late for him to turn back. Enjoiiiiiiiiiiiiii.))
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Post by Razor Azura on Dec 24, 2006 14:38:04 GMT -5
((okay, totally forgot I was playin Octain, but I'm here and alive, )) E-jay continued her aimless wander, she was beginning to get a bit fearful, but she'd grown up knowing real fear and this wasn't much...yet. As she wandered through the dark woods, she came upon a building that was mostly collapsed. Curious, she decided to venture closer, not knowing if it would be her last move or not. --- In the darker portion of these woods was another car wandering. He was sleek and the neon green paint that covered most of him glowed in the dim moonlight. On his side was painted the word "Octain", primarly his name. He didn't seemed to be looking for anything, he was minding his own business until he heard the shouts and the sound of the name "Boost." A name which he'd quite love to bury in the earths molten core. Discretely, he dissapered in the shadows and made off for the unknown source of the voices. ((I really don't know much about Octain, but i hope I played 'im aight, I figure he doesn't like Boost much or anyone else for that matter, but tell me if'm wrong. =P, and I think I'll later put in an Indy character...when the time is right.))
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Post by Tracker89 on Dec 24, 2006 17:32:09 GMT -5
As Cam approached the group of cars, he saw that two of them were pick-ups, of which a large number were present at his race. He figured that they were spectators trying to catch a good view of the competitors.
"Hey, were you at Robert Goodcar's Off-Road Meet?! Cause I'm a bit lost here!" He called to the red F-150. It was only then that he noticed that the cars' driving was somewhat awkward.
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Post by taiomega on Dec 24, 2006 17:36:30 GMT -5
"Come on you over sized rototiller." Diablo growled to and old bashed up truck... He was playing his crud games with dead, Dodging them when they attacked and taunting them at every chance... "Hey over here." Diablo backed onto the dark waters of a river not sinking but staying on top of the water... The mindless truck when to attack him hitting the edge and going engine first into 12 feet of water... An evil laugh came from the the dark tuner.. "Stupid forgotten." His attenchen was turned quickly at the name 'DJ'.... "Oooo living to play with." Diablo headed to where he thought he had herd the names...
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