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Post by Kamui.EXE on Jan 3, 2007 0:32:05 GMT -5
Day BEFORE the race.....
Kamui had woken up early and left a note on her trailer door reading that she had gone out to Huracain Ridge and wouldn't be back until much later. The note was posted so anyone could see. She had some special training out there and Shroder was helping her. It was a sandy and desert like area with plenty of natural obsitcals. Anyone approching the area could hear what sounded like Tribal-music.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by fierano on Jan 3, 2007 0:51:12 GMT -5
Rocky Barnes also slumbered at the trailer area, though his trailer was completely empty - and still riddled with graffiti. His sleep was sound enough given that it had not been interrupted by any messages from Glimmer or his managers, as they were very likely still at the facility where the former was getting his "tune-up." Of course, Barnes had no idea what exactly went on during the tune-up, as he figured that Glimmer was merely getting fixed and tweaked a bit for optimal race performance.
He also did not know that the first part of the "tune-up" also included a lot of oil-curdling screaming and pain, both physical, emotional, and mental, though it would have definitely affected his team loyalty (and his rather generous paycheck) if it did.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Jan 3, 2007 1:00:03 GMT -5
Kamui was moving at a gracefully as she executed a few moves with her Blade-fan. It turns out Shroder had indeed done his job well. In Kamui's movements, while it appeared first to be like dancing, was highly strategic and planned out movement. Movements that she'd need for much later.
(OOC: Hmmm.... when can I bring El Bandito to freak out Glimmer in the morning? XD Ah yes! Nothing like the sound of an undead Scottsman in the morning! LOL!)
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 3, 2007 1:20:42 GMT -5
Anastasia slowly woke up, her eyes blinking open. Gathering her energy, she rose and stretched her axils before opening the door and rolling out into the sunlight.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Jan 3, 2007 1:27:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Hmm.... well.... I'll just go with the flow, okay? )
El Bandito, while still with Glimmer, spoke in to his mind.
<<RIZE AN' SHIN'E, SLEEPIN' BEAUTEH! Exan-lass sen't me, 'er guar'di'n ange'l, ta loo'k aft'r yeh fer ah bit. But yeh aren' givin' me mu'ch ta wat'ch whoile yer sleepin'!>> said El Bandito.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 3, 2007 1:33:27 GMT -5
(Sorry, but I'm afraid my characters aren't that interesting... ^^
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Jan 3, 2007 1:35:02 GMT -5
(OOC: Well.... That message Kamui posted to her trailer door detailing where she is could be read by ANYONE and ANYONE can go out looking for her. ^^ Hmm.... Now where did I leave Ebony's characters again..... )
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by fierano on Jan 3, 2007 1:35:33 GMT -5
((EDIT: AAAAAAAAGH LATE POST.))
A Mercedes Benz CLK 450 had fallen asleep in complete darkness. He awoke - thanks to what appeared to be some Irishman's shouting - to find himself somewhere completely different, looking completely different as well. He was no longer a stock-car racer or even a chrome-silver DTM champion, but the dark-green wreck he was just prior to the discovery that led to that. Including the wire-racking pain that he was in after his crash.
He was also in the the pit of what appeared to be a giant crusher, looking up at daylight. A familiar dark-grey cloudy daylight where the sun's golden rays pierced through as if to shine down on some secret garden hidden deep in some gigantic castle.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Glimmer...there was nothing we could do..." came an eerily familiar voice.
Huh? What's going on?
"No...no!" Jens was shocked to hear that it wasn't his own voice...but his mother's. "That's a lie. You could've repaired him." Now it was his father speaking. Jens couldn't see any of them...but he knew they were there...on the other side. "I'm sorry...to the both of you...but I'm afraid it's for the best."
Has it all been a dream?! All of these-
"Five years...he's been in a coma for five years and you couldn't do a thing!?" cried his mother. "Mother? Mother!? I'm here! I'm okay!" Jens tried to say, but what he could hear were a series of creaks and unintelligible moans. "It'll all be over as soon as I press this button. He won't feel a thing," came the voice of Jens' doctor...no...his manager... "Please...tell me it'll be painless..." his mother begged. "It's okay, dear. His memory will live on. I'll see to it that the people that did this to him pay with their engine. That was a hate crime, what they did to him at Hockenheim..."
"NO! I'M FINE! PLEASE!" Jens was panicking, or at least to the most his fractured body would allow. "MOTHER! FATHER! HELP ME!" More moans, not frantic, begging screams. The only thing that did register was a tear from what was left of his wiper duct.
"It's as if he's begging us to avenge him..." his mother said... "Yes...rest in peace...Jens..." his father added, before Jens heard them drive away. The next thing he could hear was the sound of the crusher rumbling to life. He didn't know whether to be filled with fear or resignation. Either way, he couldn't move.
As the closing lid of the crusher began to obscure the sun's rays he could make out two shapes, one blue, one red. They were cars, but not his parents. For some reason, their identities were suddenly so clear. Especially when the red one moved to nuzzle the blue one...the latter breaking into sadistic...evil...laughter.
"Please...Gottlieb...no..." Jens whimpered. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His DTM victories. All those fans. The trophies. His victories...all a lie...some crazy coma-induced dream...
"You see, Jens? You were always a loser. And you always will be." came the voice of the doctor, as the metal spikes and clamps closed in on him, sealing him in eternal darkness.
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The resulting scream that sprang from Jens Glimmer returning to reality would've caused even the biggest semis to falter on their suspensions...although his managers - whom he still couldn't see as he woke up in some sterile-white laboratory, probably would've stood firm. There were no windows or doors that he could see, and he had no idea of the time.
"Did you have a nice sleep, Glimmer?" came the voice of a manager over a speaker blended into the wall.
Jens was sobbing. After a pause, the manager continued as if nothing had happened, sounding like a father dealing a lesson to his son.
"Now you see what useless emotions can do to you. We are here today to correct that. Are you ready?"
Jens nodded helplessly, and with a gentle whirr, various robotic instruments sprouted out of the walls around him and began their work. #57 closed his eyes and tried to put it all behind him...but he couldn't help but wince and make other sounds of pain as the instruments began to make him what his managers simply dubbed... "better."
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Jan 3, 2007 1:47:08 GMT -5
El Bandito heard the other voices. It was still too dark in this room for him to see or articulate what exactly was going on. While there were still some interactions he could do with the living, there was only so much a ghost like him COULD do. But he did snort at what he did hear.
<<Oi.... yeah... sur'. I'll believ' it when I see if fer re'l!>> El Bandito snorted.
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Kamui kept pace to the sound of the tribal music when the pain at her side nagged at her causing her to wince.
"Shroder, can you please brew me up some more of that tea? My side's acting up again," said Kamui.
"Sur', Exan-gurl," said Shroder as he readied some tea.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 3, 2007 2:20:39 GMT -5
David- as usual- met her outside. He pushed a can of oil towards her. "Good morning, Annie. Sleep well?"
She shook the rest of the sleep from her frame. "Uh... Yeah. Just fine."
The truck's eyes narrowed as he caught the tone in her voice. Something wasn't right, and that was a bad thing when the first race of the season was the next day. He pulled up beside her and gave her a little nudge. "Something's bothering you. I can tell."
Staring down at the can of oil, she sighed a little bit. "Well... I feel kind of bad for Eddie. The way he said everyone treated him..." She drifted off.
"Reminds you of how you were treated your first season," he finished. He lowered on his shocks and gently nuzzled the girl in a comforting manner. "You can't let it get to you, sweetie. There will always be skeptics in racing, and purists that will believe that only the 'stronger gender' can race."
"I know," she replied sullenly.
"Just don't forget why you race- keep it in your engine, and there will be nothing that can stop you." Another nuzzle. "I'll go check up on Danielle. You go ahead and finish your breakfast."
With that, he left.
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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Jan 3, 2007 2:47:14 GMT -5
Phoenix herself had risen early in the morning and found a quiet practice track where she was now going through her warm-ups that she put together from when she stunted, the blacktop was riddled with black skidd marks from her going through her stops and other tricks
Neil watched her driving, watching for any inconscentences that might have come up from her street race last night, noting anything that would need to be fixed when they would get back to the track.
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 3, 2007 3:01:22 GMT -5
Anastasia's eyes followed the lone car out on the track. Another female contender, if she remembered correctly, and she wondered what her reasons for racing were.
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Post by fierano on Jan 3, 2007 5:05:28 GMT -5
((Question: See what for real?))
The treatments and surgeries were painful, but for some reason Jens really felt like he was being cleansed from it...as if there was something clogging his valves that was being extricated and destroyed before him.
"Good, that concludes the repairs. Now for the tune-up." The first set of instruments and the robotic arms they were attached to withdrew into the wall. A second set opened in their place, and these looked much more painful. Some looked like they even plugged into their subject.
More taunting from the mystery-Irishman followed.
Wait...it's not ov-
Screams and other pained cries followed as the devices seemed to hack into his ECU and cleanse that of unnecessary "code." In Glimmer's point-of-view, the white laboratory seemed to become tainted with visions of colors of different hues and saturations...some of it even grisly spatters of oil. Even if the mystery Irishman voice could hack into his head again, he could see that this tune-up was...real.
((Personally, the process is hard for even me to describe, but it works. X.=.x Bear with it.))
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Post by ebonyviper on Jan 3, 2007 9:20:03 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Wow! I've been gone for the better part of last night and I get left behind. That's really great! And, of course I'm being sarcastic. I don't even know where all of my characters are now.)))))
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Post by elizar on Jan 3, 2007 9:31:30 GMT -5
((Waking up? That is the purpose of a time jump, clears everyone.))
"Rise and shine!" O'Hale called to Joltsen's trailer.
"Ten more minutes, maybe an hour or two." Joltsen muttered. He was not the best person to wake up, as it made him bit groggy at first.
"Wake up now, and you get an hour and half to do whatever you want. Wake up after ten minutes, and I will start drilling you." O'Hale replied.
There was a slight pause for few seconds, then the doors opened. "An hour and a half, huh?" Joltsen smiled. "Thank you." He drove to the direction of the so called "Rest stop", where most racers and workers came for a drink and general relaxing while not doing any work. Joltsen quickly ordered a Nitroaid, but not without few chuckles from the few around that early.
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