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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 29, 2006 23:43:15 GMT -5
Sapphire, while making a circuit of the speedway, came across Kamui. She half-raised an eyeshade.
"Well, then I must be having the same dream," replied Sapphire, "Heh. So Kamui, you finally made it, didn't you?"
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Nov 29, 2006 23:52:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, I did. I plan to be kicking axil at this year's Piston Cup. I have a message I wanna get out there and this is my chance," said Kamui.
She glanced around looking for Slick for a moment.
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Shroder had successfully lost himself in the pits!
"Aw man! I dun' see Exan-gurl'z pit aneh where!" Shroder groaned.
It was then he ran across Glimmer's pit. He paused and watched for a moment.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Nov 29, 2006 23:53:49 GMT -5
“BA DA BA-DA-DA BA DA!”
The black semi continued on down the interstate, nodding her cab slightly along with the music. She sang along, her thick southern accent ringing out in the warm Florida February air. The trailer she was hauling behind her, fortunately, didn’t rock with her movements very much. A younger female voice came from a nearby speaker.
“Any idea on how much longer, Dani?”
The Mack truck smiled. “Jus’ a few more minutes, darlin’. Don’t y’ worry; we’ll getcha there safe n’ sound!”
The trailer’s lone inhabitant couldn’t help but to smile at her endearing driver. She personally didn’t mind the singing- after all, the truck had to put up with her own as often as she does hers. Her eyes briefly focused on the white 22 painted on her hood. Three wide ribbons of green, blue, and teal crossed behind it, flowing on to the rest on her body- green on her left, blue down her right, and teal along her top. The dim lighting of the trailer reflected off the black of her base coat, sometimes casting back images of her surroundings.
Of the few shelves around her, most were filled with picture frames. Quite a few were of a younger, forest green version of herself and a pearl-gray four door that was a little older than her- just a few years, at most. Others were of her whole family, just her parents, or her grandparents. There were other trinkets as well, such as a mirror in front of her.
“How’s David?” she asked her driver, wanting to know how her crew chief was doing.
Still singing, the rig swiveled a mirror around until she spotted the black truck behind her. “He’s right behind us; he’s alright.”
The rig saw the truck’s eyes narrow a bit, and his voice came over her CB. “I’ll be ‘alright’ when you stop making that infernal noise, Danielle!”
She laughed. “Oh, he’s jus’ fine, Annie!” she assured her passenger, before launching into another verse of “Man, I Feel Like A Woman”.
Anastasia chuckled. Life on the road was never boring with those two…
A ringing suddenly caught her attention, and she pressed a switch on the floor. The phone panel swung out slowly, the name “RICKI” appearing on the LCD display. She smiled.
“Annie?”
“Hey Ricki! What’s new at headquarters?”
His voice came sounding apologetic. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it home this weekend- Hank loaded me with paperwork just as I was about to drive out the door.”
The racer let her eyes wander to a picture nearby, one of her and Ricki when they were five and seven, respectively. “Mom and Dad were pretty disappointed you didn’t come, but I told them I’d have you call.”
“I’ll do that as soon as I’m done talking to you, okay? I just put the last sheet in my outbox. Who knew that being the head of the racing team was so much work…”
She smiled. “I still appreciate you getting me this job, Ricki. I always will.”
She could practically hear him blushing a little. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, what color are your eyes today?”
She clicked on a light, and studied herself in the mirror. “Right now? Seem to be green. But that’ll probably change the next time you see me. Which should be at the race, right?”
A pause. “Actually…”
She sunk low on her tires in disbelief, her smile fading. “… You’re not coming?”
“I’m sorry! You know I’d much rather be there watching you race than in this stuffy old office, but… The track is so far away, and I have so much to do…”
She sighed as she clicked the light off. “I know…”
“But I am going to watch it; even if I have to sneak into Mr. Peterson’s office to use his TV. I know you’ll do great this season, Annie- last season was just bad luck. I have complete confidence in you and your team.”
Danielle’s voice suddenly came over the speakers. “Don’t y’ worry Mr. Carson- yer lil’ sis’s safe with us!”
A chuckle from the other line. “That’s exactly why I picked you for the job, Danielle. Hey; I’d better go- I’ll call you before the race, okay?”
A smile from the black car. “Alright. Just don’t sprain a tire pushing all those papers.”
A laugh. “All right. Bye.”
“Bye.” The phone panel swung back into it’s spot. The racer watched the concrete pass as they drove into the track. She was beginning to feel better about this season already.
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Post by fierano on Nov 30, 2006 0:11:44 GMT -5
"Ugh, it looks like zee are caught in tsraffic. You can prektice for a vile." came a frustrated voice over Glimmer's radio. "I don't vant our motor idling to vayst."
Glimmer nodded, and accelerated down pit lane toward the raceway. He noticed that other racers had started to arrive too...but he didn't seem to notice the tow truck that had pulled up to his pit area.
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Post by mariovw on Nov 30, 2006 0:17:43 GMT -5
then a blue semi truck dropped off a blue hot-rod roadster VW Beetle with EMPI logos all over it,then he started practicing... (((I'm Baaaacccckkkk!!! ;D)))
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 30, 2006 0:20:34 GMT -5
"Good to have a dream," said Sapphire. Her dream was to follow her father into racing and had succeeded in the task.
"So how do you feel to be on a official Piston Cup racetrack?"
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The three tuners had finally arrived. Once they managed to get through by using they're VIC (Very Important Car) passes, they went inside to look around the stadium.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Nov 30, 2006 0:27:18 GMT -5
Shroder sauntered in to Glimmer's pit a little bit. Something here gave him the creeps. He shuttered a bit.
"Aw man...." Shroder muttered.
He gripped on to his knit cap just a little bit more.
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"It just feels awesome. I've been training all this time to get here I held off on the 2006 one and decided to make the 2007 one so I can be better prepped for it. Although.... I DID win it's Canadian counterpart in 2006," said Kamui.
She checked her onboard clock.
Slick should be here any minute now....
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Nov 30, 2006 0:32:41 GMT -5
Phoenix continued to nose around trying to get her berings. So far she had caught sight of Kamui and Sapphire talking. "You guys seemed to have gotten here alright." She said pulling up.
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Nov 30, 2006 0:35:34 GMT -5
Anastasia waited until she heard a knock on her trailer door.
"Anastasia? You ready?" came the voice of her crew chief.
"Coming!" she replied before stepping on the switch. Once the door was down, she carefully backed out.
"Alright Danielle- you know where to go!" called David.
"Ah'll be back!" she called behind her as she left to go park the trailer.
The black 1976 Ford F150 turned to the racer. He smiled gently and patted her with a tire. "Why don't you go out and get some practice laps in; I'll go wait for the rest of the crew."
She nodded her front. "Let me know when they come in, okay?"
He nodded and she made her way to the track.
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Post by fierano on Nov 30, 2006 0:35:55 GMT -5
Glimmer's pit area had been supplied with the latest technology available, and it was all shiny and new, too (rather, it would be shiny if the sun were shining into the pit area.) All that was missing was the crew, and that fleet had just exited the interstate like a small swarm of bees.
In the meantime, #57 could see the end of the pit lane walls...and as he passed them he accelerated out, the rumble of his new V-8 echoing against the mostly empty spectator stands. Compared to close quarters, the sound of his engine in the open environment felt almost like a Wagoner opera. It disappointed him a bit that he wasn't the first one on the track...but that meant the track was already a bit warmed up for him...
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 30, 2006 0:41:54 GMT -5
"Yes, yes," nodded Sapphire, "training is important. And congradulations on the winning the Canadian version."
She turned to see Phoenix pull up. "Nice to see you here too, Phoenix."
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Boost, Ebony, and Slick were pacing up on the stadium, just taking a look around. Then Slick just happened to look down in the center and spotted a familiar blue stocker with that familiar number - #85.
"Hey, there they are," Slick pointed down, "Let's go and see them."
The other two agreed and made their way down to the center field and threaded through the trailers toward Sapphire, Kamui, and Phoenix.
Boost and Slick came up and nuzzled their respective girlfriends.
"Heya, Sweetie," said Slick to Kamui.
"We're here," Boost told Phoenix.
Ebony just pulled up and watched her friends quietly.
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Post by Kamui.EXE on Nov 30, 2006 0:48:34 GMT -5
"Yup. All in one piece!" said Kamui to Phoenix.
It wasn't long before Kamui heard her boyfriend pull up and gave her a nuzzle. Kamui was really happy to see Slick. She nuzzled him back and gave him a light kiss.
"Yo, hon! How's the trip over?" said Kamui.
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Shroder looked around then loudly announced....
"Oi! Dis izn' Exan-gurl'z pit!" said Shroder confused.
~Kamui.EXE
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Nov 30, 2006 0:53:12 GMT -5
David looked up from where he was sitting on his stand. He rolled his eyes a little bit, then pointed a tire at where Kamui Exan's pit was located- opposite of the direction Shroder had been facing. "I believe what you're looking for is this way," he called.
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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Nov 30, 2006 0:53:45 GMT -5
"I knew you would." Phoenix said with a smile pecking Boost a light kiss. "Has anyone gave you any trouble yet?"
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Post by fierano on Nov 30, 2006 0:56:31 GMT -5
Jens Glimmer had barely completed two laps when he heard his radio go off.
"Looks like you have a trespasser in your pit box. Take care of him."
#57 groaned and approached the pit lane entry. Upon entering he rolled ominously toward his pit area, where he found a tow truck snooping around. Glimmer parked himself close to the entrance and shot a cold glare at the truck.
"Can I help you?"
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