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Post by fierano on Dec 19, 2006 4:28:12 GMT -5
((Sorry for taking so long. Ran out of prepaid internet.))
Rafael McFierson had somehow been lucky enough to score a weekend pass to about the only non-drift event he'd been saving for. His luck ran out when he realized he didn't even know how to get around the pit area which was placed in this massive stadium that was further locked deep in this "Redroof Riviera." Still, he wasn't (incendiary-level) tense, at least he could find out which way he came in through.
This did not mean that the Pontiac Fiero wasn't tense at all. On the contrary, being spotted with a rather awkwardly-large green foam C jutting from his roof in the midst of all these opposing forces was practically an invitation to a gutting.
He gasped and did a double-take as a very strange-looking reporter with a decidedly foreign accent snagged him out of nowhere and started asking questions, to which he started replying with a serious stutter.
((Note: Rafey doesn't know about Chick being hospitalized. Yet.))
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Glimmer looked around the crowd. No tow truck there, maybe he'd gotten away through the back. He went around the back too, but no dice. Those around him could probably see that his front left side near the tire was quite fine, though even if it had been cut clean off the resources of his "managers" was better than any European or even Canadian HMO could afford.
"You got lucky this time, Exan." The truck was not with his team manager, and there were reporters approaching and nearby, so non-PC language was out in their presence. "I'll see you in qualifying."
As he exited he could not help but notice that unlike most of the other reporters, one of them had a very visible tow cable and a very audible Scottish(?) accent to her. That tow truck was also blue.
Hmmm....
Glimmer approached this strange reporter (and for some reason, the first thought through his mind was only in America...), getting within microphone's range. He didn't want to reveal that he'd found the guy he wanted if indeed she was that "guy." Of course, if that "she" was a "he," then the tension caused by his very close presence would scare the living headlights out of her.
The Pontiac Fiero with that grotesque foam C on his roof that the reporter was interviewing already took his cue to back off when approached by Darth Racer.
If this reporter really was who she said she was, at least it would be an opportunity for Glimmer to brush up on his PR skills and start a fanbase in this strange land.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 9:26:08 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh dear! Shroder can't catch a break at all, can he? LOL! )
Shroder was busy 'interviewing' this Pontiac Fiero when he felt that same cold chill again.
Gyah! Darth Vadcar is right there, isn't he, man? Mkay! Mkay! Just stay cool and he won't suspect a thing..... Shroder thought.
He brought back his microphone to his mouth and started speaking in his 'woman' voice.
"An' derr ya have it! Sumtime'z it izn' 'bout da racin' but 'bout da fanz! Thank ya verreh mu'ch! Penelopy Kettz signin' out," said Shroder in his girly voice.
He turned around to see Glimmer hovering right behind him. Might as well interview him too.
"'Ello! I'm Penelopy Kettz ov BNG 777 newz an' I'm 'ere wit wun ov da mor' mysteriouz competit'rz ov dis ye'r'z Pist'n Cup givin' a BGN 777 'xclusive! So tell me whot ya think ov 'Merica?" said Shroder in his girly voice.
Slick-dude? Ebony-girl? Exan-girl? Amber-girl? Anyone? SAVE ME!
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by mariovw on Dec 19, 2006 9:45:53 GMT -5
Mario woke up and came out of his trailer with the lightningbug following him.it was a rather sunny day but he had to get to the qualifying rounds,no wasting time today.he drove torward th track....
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Post by fierano on Dec 19, 2006 9:47:30 GMT -5
Rafey had already performed a rather goofy reverse 180 and headed off toward the nearest exit to the passageways by the time Glimmer had started speaking.
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Glimmer was actually impressed (internally) with this reporter's cue. As if reporters could really look that...bulky...and have such a voice that eerily reminded him of Dame Edsel Everidge. And BNG 777? TV channel news usually go no higher than around 20... Still, Darth Racer decided to play along, just to make sure.
"Well Penelope, I'm not really much of a mystery where I come from. Though even if one does his or her research one can find out more about me than one would sometimes even care to know..."
Glimmer took a glance toward the camera. If there was any.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 10:21:11 GMT -5
(OOC: BNG 777 is actually a pun. It's really Boing 777 - a type of aircraft. XD )
"That'z why I'm doin' ah lil' bit ov rese'rch roight now, Mist'r Glimm'r! So ya still havn' said whot ya think ov 'Merica! It'x gottah be ah diffr'nt 'xperiance dan whot yar us'd ta, roight?" said Shroder in his girly voice.
Oh! How he hated this now! He really wished someone would come rescue him soon!
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by fierano on Dec 19, 2006 10:33:33 GMT -5
Miss Kettz was doing quite well at she did, though Glimmer wasn't quite convinced that she was doing a good job.
"Well, America's certainly much different from Europe, but I try not to let the simplicity of the presented task deceive me. Obviously the techniques I will use to overcome the situation will be just as tricky to master as I did when I first learned the Euro-courses. But I definitely hope to put this one down in good time."
The phrases to which Jens Glimmer put emphasis could have been ominous to any "viewer," though he knew who they applied to.
"I hope to show America the same thing I showed my fellow Europeans: that I am NOT to be messed with on the way to victory."
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 10:37:43 GMT -5
"Well! It'z interestin' ta see dat ya have ah goo'd cle'r goal in min'd. But I 'eard dat ya have ah certai'n romanti'c 'interezt' in dat re'd rac'r! Iz dat true?" said Shroder in his girly voice.
This chav is really starting to scare me the longer he stays here, man! Shroder thought.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by fierano on Dec 19, 2006 10:57:06 GMT -5
((I reply and then I retire to sleep, and put a temporary hold on the RP until someone decides to intervene.))
Glimmer suddenly appeared flushed, though it was very hard to tell with that near-light-absorbing black paint. This "reporter" was certainly keeping her intakes to the ground.
"It's not...a romantic interest...per se. I just like to get...to know fellow racers in the spirit of...competition." The difference between these sentences and the Darth Racer ones preceding them being that this one sounded a lot more...awkward.
"What's happening to you, Jens?" came the frustrated reply of his manager over Glimmer's private intercom. "Are you expressing unwanted emotion?!"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 11:09:03 GMT -5
Bullseye! Shroder thought.
"Loo'kz loike yar doin' a thourough job on tryin' ta get ta know dem, Mist'r Glimm'r! Goo'd ta know dat da spir't of competit'n iz stron'," said Shroder in his girly voice.
Kamui was watching Shroder from a distance until she finally decided to intervene. She slammed down her Blade-fan between Glimmer and Shroder.
"Yo! What's shaking?" said Kamui.
"I'm Penelopy Kettz of BNG 777 Newz! I waz juzt givin' ah intervie'w!" said Shroder still sounding girly.
"You're THE Penelopy Kettz? Why didn't you say so! I thought I recognized your voice! Your radio show always rocks! Anyways, I think Darth Vadcar here is on some mission of some kind right now. Why don't you interview Sapphire? I think she'd also be a good one for your show," said Kamui.
"Thank ya, Miss Exan! I'll do dat roight ahwhey!" said Shroder in his girly voice.
With that, he took off for Sapphire's pit to hide out there.
"Seriously, Glimmer. Stop harrassing anything that comes 10 feet of you, okay?" said Kamui rolling her eyes.
With that, she also headed back to Sapphire's pit.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by elizar on Dec 19, 2006 11:29:54 GMT -5
Joltsen gives Shroder a slight I can't belive that worked look, then noticed the weapon in Kamui's grip. "I should be glad you didn't have that on you when I met you the second time, yes?" It looked very dangerous, but there seemed to be more to it, but Joltsen couldn't figure out what it was he was feeling.
"Try not to piss off the racers in the future." He gives the advice to Shroder, halfway smiling.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 11:36:36 GMT -5
Shroder finally stopped acting girly. "But 'ee waz juzt askin' fer it an' sum prankin' waz nee'd ta be dunn, man," said Shroder. Kamui put her Blade-fan back on her roof. "You'd have to do something seriously stupid in order for me to use this on you," said Kamui. She sighed. "I can't believe you got away with it. You know Glimmer's going to be on seek-and-destroy mode at some point again, right?" said Kamui. "Yeah. But well werth it, man!" said Shroder. She looked over at Joltsen and Sapphire. "What did he tag Glimmer's trailer with anyways? British drug referances again or something really nasty?" said Kamui. (OOC: Shroder's from London, England. His accent is East-end Londoner. ) ~Kamui.EXE
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 19, 2006 11:36:52 GMT -5
Edison was impressed, not so nearly as much as Joltsen or or Kamui, but it had seemed to dissuade Glimmer from harming Shroder. But there was this one thing that was nagging on his mind: That blade fan.
"If you are all finished," the pace car spoke up, "May I remind you that there are absolutely NO WEAPONS ALLOWED WITHIN THE STADIUM. Either put away out of sight or take it out of the stadium."
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 11:41:33 GMT -5
Kamui almost jumped.
"Gyah! Woah! Sorry. And I prefer the term FAMILY HEIRLOOM over the term WEAPON, okay? I'll put it away then, but I've been only really using it outside the stadium walls," said Kamui.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by elizar on Dec 19, 2006 11:45:43 GMT -5
"I didn't go close enough to see what was written. I just saw that the trailer was tagged, and figured to warn you about a German on a rampage." Joltsen paused.
"But I did think that one of those in your fanclub was the one who did it." He looked at Kamui, then looked at Ebony. Another tuner, but he hadn't seen her before, and she had expressed some knowledge about graffiti.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 19, 2006 11:49:59 GMT -5
"It was Shroder. Leave it up to the kleptomatic tow truck to put a German on a rampage," said Kamui rolling her eyes.
~Kamui.EXE
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