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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Dec 20, 2006 2:45:26 GMT -5
"I know you do, and I don't blame ya." Neil said. "I found this plastered over every tabloid. Whoever this Vegas guy is; he followed you out and he sold pictures to every paper. I wouldn't be surprised if he sold it to 'Car*'."(((auto version of 'People'.)))
"But I know one thing," Neil said. "You two are about to become very popular."
Phoenix revved angerily. "If I ever get my tires on Vegas, I'm gonna hit him so hard; he'll be taking a vacation in China. I'll do worse if this gets to TV."
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 20, 2006 3:00:43 GMT -5
Boost sunk low on his shocks. "I hate reporters," he growled, "He must've been hiding very well because I couldn't scent him at all."
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Post by fierano on Dec 20, 2006 6:02:35 GMT -5
((I swear to Gottlieb that I'll post more often when I can get some prepaid internet and not share the broadband with my bros. X.=.x))
Glimmer winced quite violently as the oil barrel slammed into his side. The fact that its broad-side landed on him rather than the edge of the rim minimized the pain, but not the emotion. He returned an icy glare to Kamui, but decided not to return the favor.
"I'll see you on the track." he growled before continuing on his way to the garage. At least she wouldn't have access to weapons there.
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Post by elizar on Dec 20, 2006 10:28:15 GMT -5
((EbonyViper, if you have any trouble with me, or any qualms, at least tell me. If you think I will always be uncooperative, well, Joltsen is not so important. I don't think I will stay at a place where I am always at constant disadvantage instead of neutral territory.))
Joltsen nodded slightly and backed slightly to a turn. "I better get back to my pit, my break is over." He said and drove towards his pit on an average speed. In reality, he still had over half an hour left of the break, and he didn't really want to meet O'Hale too early. So he took a turn away from the pitlane and continued his wandering on the inside of the track, steering clear of any reporters.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 20, 2006 10:43:45 GMT -5
Kamui curled her lips up in a snarl at Glimmer before returning to her pit where Slick was.
"Yo, hon. I hope Shroder wasn't being too pestful this morning," said Kamui.
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With that, Shroder lead Ebony to a good view of the trailer he vandalized. Written in bold bright red spray paint were a series of highly cheeky words and images. Shroder couldn't help but to grin.
"Heh! Whot do ya think ov dat?" said Shroder.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 20, 2006 11:31:12 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Elizar, it is not you, but an RPer named Axel from the Main RP that is being uncooperative with me. She just gets an attitude where she thinks everybody is ignoring her when we really can't think of any ideas of how to respond to her posts. I'm sorry if I wasn't clear.)))))
Ebony read the words and studied the images on Glimmer's trailer. She could certainly tell that they were indeed cheeky and had seen similiar wordings all around Nitropolis where she usually lived. It made her smile a bit.
"Very nice," she nodded in approval.
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Slick got up from his crouch and smiled.
"Naw, he wasn't a pester at all," replied the Honda. "We were just talking."
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Post by elizar on Dec 20, 2006 11:38:51 GMT -5
((And this is how I make a complete idiot of myself. The timing of your post was though near perfect, and I have been stepping on your toes lately. I need a few days break anyhow. Stuff to do.))
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 20, 2006 11:42:43 GMT -5
Shroder caught Ebony's smile and returned a big huge grin.
"I kindah though't dat ya moight loike it! I figur'd dat da cleav'r plac'mnt ov da red pain't waz pretteh goo'd," said Shroder grinning.
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"Ah! That's Shroder for you. Bit of a chatter box at times," said Kamui.
She came up closer to Slick. She noted that he seemed a little worried about something.
"Is there something on your mind, hon?" said Kamui.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 20, 2006 12:21:22 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Okay, with most of the RPers not here at the moment, we really need to come up with some ideas with how to keep this RP going.))))) "I see this everyday in Nitropolis," said Ebony, "so I'm used to it. I could still help, but I want to stay far away from getting the blame for it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Slick made an 'ugh' sound in the direction of Glimmer's garage. "That car over there is really starting to intimidate me," growled Slick, "I was almost going to go feral on him back there." (((((OOC: Have to go run a quick errand. Be back later. ^^;;; ))))
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Post by fierano on Dec 20, 2006 13:41:26 GMT -5
((They're not here because it's laaaaaaaaaaaate. Anyway, while we wait...and because Glimmer isn't doing much...I hope this works)) Rafael McFierson was still lost, still worried, still wearing an awkwardly large foam green C on his roof. Of course, speaking of big green Cs, he suddenly found himself beside the door of a large, green htB trailer. And nobody else seemed to be around, other than the conversing trucks that pulled them. It was there that he stopped and looked up at it in awe. Holy scrap...it can't be...Suddenly, the door started into motion, and Rafey found himself shaking more than the vibration of the door itself. Rafey would now, actually be closer to his idol than he'd ever seen. He watched as the trailer door slowly lowered to the ground. The Fiero did not seem to notice the side of the trailer, which was not emblazoned with Chick Hicks logos and numbers. ((Which would explain what happens next.)) Rafey's surprise was still there as the car inside rolled into the light, but it was more of horror than jubilation. He was also still quite scared from the anticipation of it all. The car was htB branded, but it was actually a Toyota Camry "Car of Tomorrow" and not a GM G Platform. It had brown eyes but no mustache-grille and a lot fewer sponsor decals. It didn't even look...threatening...as it rolled curiously down the ramp. It was also dark-red. Almost the same color as Rafey. "Hi..." the Camry began, looking at an utterly puzzled Rafael. "I'm Eddie. It's short for Edward Kuramoto, but Eddie's cooler." "Wh-wh-who are you, and what have you done with Chick?" asked a scared Rafael. The fact that nobody else was around made it seem scarier. Eddie seemed to understand, though he did have a look on his fascia that was about as lost as Rafey's was earlier. "I'm...uh... actually his substitute driver. He's been hospitalized..." "Ford no..." "Yeah...shame." Eddie really did sound quite concerned. "I just want to get this over with." "But y-y-you're a..." "Ohhhh yes. You're not the first one to notice." "C-c-c-Car of Tomorrow!?" Eddie forced a snicker. "Actually, I'm a Camry Car of Tomorrow. You know, Toyota?" The only Toyotas that Rafey knew more than their badging were the 8-6es, and Rafey didn't like those very much. "What...uh...ugh...forget it..." "So...would you know which way to the htB garage?" ((Cheesy name, I know. I don't know if this is how back-up drivers work. I'll change it if it doesn't. Jason's not the saboteur...but he should be suspect. XD Green and red. Merry Christmas! ))
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 20, 2006 13:53:54 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Back.)))))
While Phoenix and Boost tried to think of a way to get back at the mischievious tabloid reporter who emblazoned their image all across Miami, Ebony was still studying the grafitti on Glimmer's trailer with Shroder.
"Coulda used a little bit more style, though," Ebony continued, "that way, it would disguise the distinctive way that you write. But it's good, anyway. Can't believe he got all bent out of shape because of one little message."
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When Joltsen left, Amber turned to Sapphire.
"Are you ready to get back on the track?" she asked her sister.
"Sure," answered Sapphire, "I really don't want to seem weak in front of everybody."
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 20, 2006 16:37:01 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah... we need some form of back-up story in order to keep the RP warm. I agree with you there. How about some form of mini-game the racers could have together or something? )
"I know, man! Dat Darth Vadca'r iz juzt whey too uptoight, man. Loike 'eez alwheyz got sumthin' stu'k in hiz tailpip'. Aneh wheyz, thankz fer da tip. I guesz I nee'd ah lil' mor' practic' in da taggin' an' graffiteh depart'mnt," said Shroder.
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"Yeah. He's been getting under my skin too. At least I pegged him with a large, heavy, blunt object or managed to cut him with my Blade-fan. I don't blame you for being feral against him. He's a nasty piece of work," said Kamui.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 20, 2006 17:05:43 GMT -5
"Yeah," Ebony nodded, "Anyways, have ya had breakfast yet? I don't think I did and I'm hungry. I spent the whole night out street racing and only came back this morning. And I really don't have a place to sleep, come to think of it."
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Slick snorted, "I'd like to see how he fares in a street race, something's he's obviously not conditioned for. That would give me or Ebony the advantage."
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Sapphire sighed and finally managed to work her way back onto the track. Hopefully, Norman wouldn't get anywhere near her and she would be able to concentrate on the first heat.
(((((OOC: There's one coming soon... be patient...)))))
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Dec 20, 2006 17:30:12 GMT -5
"Un... not yet, man. Actualleh, I am ah lil' 'ungreh, man. An' az fer ah plac' ta stay, I think Exan-gurl can len'd ya ah tent," said Shroder.
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"He doesn't seem much like the street racing type. Hmmm.... That gives me an idea! Maybe you, Ebony and I can get him to street race only with stakes to it! I mean with the three of us, nothing can go possibly wrong!" said Kamui.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Dec 20, 2006 17:47:38 GMT -5
Phoenix was still fluming as she crushed the paper beneath her tires. "I say we hang his bumper from the track lighting before he strikes again."
"Who knows where this Vegas lurking around right now." she growled. "But if anyone utters one negative them, I'm gonna make the regret it."
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