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Post by Evangeline on Jul 13, 2007 1:52:02 GMT -5
"Tony Blitz." Buck spat out the name as if it were some vile substance. "He's hurt some good friends of mine, made their lives a living hell, and he's coming back for more." Indeed, anger and malice had left their hormonal marks in the scent.
Kayleigh was also surprised by Buck's response. "He must be one first-class POS to get that kind of rise out of you."
"On top of that, he almost killed my daughter, not for lack of trying." Buck growled. "I'm gonna call him in."
Slaytor chuckled as Ebony licked him. "That tickles, and I love you too."
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Post by ebonyviper on Jul 13, 2007 2:18:10 GMT -5
Shale had already been forming his own opinion about this Tony Blitz. "I heard about him while I was still in Nitropolis. Nasty fellow," he said, "He certainly has a lot of people angry at him and he already has a long list of the crimes he's done. If he needs a beating, I'll help."
~~~~~
Ebony took a moment to take a couple of sips of her citrus infusion, just to get something to fill her tank, then she leaned lazily against Slaytor in a sort of sleepy manner.
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Post by Evangeline on Jul 14, 2007 2:56:54 GMT -5
"Tell you what." Kayleigh displayed her own fangs. "I'll hold the @#$% down for you." Buck had to laugh at that one, even though Kayleigh's language would make a battleship blush.
Slaytor settled in and supported Ebony with his own bulk. He was almost purring himself.
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Post by ebonyviper on Jul 14, 2007 13:19:09 GMT -5
"Hey, maybe we can all tag-team," suggested Shale, smiling slyly. He chuckled a bit as an image of Tony Blitz being pounced on by three helicopters in a Pile-On-the-Blitz game.
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Ebony was very content now. Her mood had gone from depression to happiness in a matter of minutes. She could hear the faint purring from Slaytor's engine, almost matching her own purring engine.
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Post by Evangeline on Jul 14, 2007 17:25:03 GMT -5
Veronica, sick or not, wasn't going to be left out of this. She was already texting the rest of Team Flo N' Go with the news. "Kamui would be disappointed if we didn't save a piece of him for her!"
Buck, in the meantime, was sending a message to the track security to keep an eye out. Some perfectly innocent cars matching Blitz's description could be inconvenienced in the meantime...
Slaytor nibbled gently on Ebony's fender...
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Post by ebonyviper on Jul 14, 2007 18:26:35 GMT -5
Shale grinned. "The more the merrier," replied the Agusta/Bell mix.
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Ebony began to purr even more. She was leaning against Slaytor, relaxed and with her eyes closed. The Mustang always knew how to cheer her up whenever she was feeling down. She was glad to have him with her.
But then, she wondered if the race was about to start...
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jul 14, 2007 23:26:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile, a gray '79 Camaro made his way to Smasherville, hoping to arrive a few hours before the race started. Perhaps he should give an old friend a call the next time he could get a hold of a phone...
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Post by Evangeline on Jul 14, 2007 23:46:33 GMT -5
Slaytor glanced at his onboard clock. "They probably opened the gates at the stadium by now."
Elinore was going through her final preps, with the pitties swarming all over her like bees on bluebells. They didn't know her and she didn't know them, so she stayed inside herself while they worked on her and hoped that they were doing all the right things. Her mother stood behind the barrier, resisting an urge to butt in. She took comfort that at least she wasn't the only female here today as she looked over to Kamui's pit. She took her eyes back to the patch of pavement before her, trying not to be overwhelmed by the track, which was the longest she'd ever been on, or the crowds now filling up the grandstands. She prayed that she wouldn't crash or otherwise embarrass herself. Why did Lee Jr.'s father have to kick the bucket NOW?
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Post by ebonyviper on Jul 14, 2007 23:57:04 GMT -5
"I lost track of how long we've been here," Ebony said sheepishly, "but maybe it's time to head back. I don't want to miss out on watching Phoenix race."
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Sapphire was letting herself get into The Zone like she would usually do whenever she was being prepped for a race. The pitties surrounding her were mostly from her father's former pit crew and she knew them quite well through him.
But one thing still bugged her. Where was Tony Blitz and was he already here?
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Sept 30, 2007 21:56:28 GMT -5
Having finished his conversation with Tex, Richard started back to his sister's pit. Practice would be open for a few more hours yet, and Annie still had yet to get a decent practice in.
His phone suddenly rang, and so he answered it while he continued to roll. "Richard Carson."
"Rick! Remember me?"
The Pontiac paused. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where from... "You sound familiar..."
"It's me! Your old buddy from the floor of the paint factory- remember?"
Richard's eyes suddenly lit up. "Arch? Mark Arch?" The disbelief was obvious in his voice. It had been a good six years since those days.
"So you do remember me! I was worried you were working yourself too hard up in those offices..."
"Wow... How are you, Mark? We haven't talked in years; I imagine I've missed quite a bit! Where are you?"
A chuckle. "On my way to Smasherville. About an hour away or so. Heard your sister was racing and I figured you wouldn't be too far away."
"We should meet for lunch! My treat- we've got a lot to catch up on!"
"Why don't you get me one of those track passes? I've never been 'behind the scenes' of a race before; you could show me around!"
It was a good idea, and he smiled. "I'll see what I can do. I'll go out to the enterance of pit lane and wait for you in an hour."
The smile in the other car's voice was audible. "Great. See you then."
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Buck
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Post by Buck on Oct 5, 2007 20:12:09 GMT -5
Having gained tickets to this and through an odd turn of events, Buck found himself in the pits. Not going to go in the race, he was no racer, but he had heard that former Buckeye wide receiver Till Nester (a ford) was in the race and he just had to get an autograph. He was going over to a certain scarlet spoiler he saw when he accidentally bumped into Sapphire. "O-oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 13, 2008 23:17:16 GMT -5
An hour later found one Richard Carson waiting near the entrance to the pits, standing to one side behind the security cars while speaking- rather sternly- into his phone.
“Absolutely not!”
One of the SUVs nearby glanced back at the sedan before returning to his own business- keeping an eye on the kid that seemed to be drifting closer to the entrance into pit lane.
“I don't care that you couldn't get Sapphire Sky or Kamui Exan to do it- the devil's going to need tire chains before I allow my sister to pose for Carboy!” A pause as the car on the other end of the line continued to try to convince him otherwise. “Except she didn't come to the Piston Cup to look pretty- she's here to race, understand? I won't be having my sister pose for pictures to be oggled at by desperate men. That's final!”
Movement beyond the security vehicles- or rather, the cessation of movement by a lone car- caught his attention, and it wasn't long before he recognized the gunmetal gray 1979 Chevy Camaro.
“I have to go,” he told the other car. “And I'd strongly suggest rethinking your 'yes first, ask later' method.” After a short goodbye, he hung up and redirected his attention to the waiting vehicle, who smiled at him.
“Giving the yuppies the what-for, kid?” he asked as the younger car passed the security SUVs.
A slight grin was returned. “Know any good PR agents looking for a job? Annie's going to need a new one if he keeps this up.”
A chuckle as they shook tires. “Good to see you, Richard.”
“It's been too long. You look good, Mark.”
He shifted his frame a little. “I certainly feel old. Been considering getting rid of the ol' bumper and calling it quits.” He gestured back towards his own reinforced bumper, which was scratched and scuffed from years of factory work.
“You still got that thing? Peterson insisted I get rid of mine after I left the floor. It's good to hear you're considering retiring though- if there's anyone that deserves a vacation in Tahiti, it's you.”
Another chuckle. “Ah, you always were a sweet kid.” He patted the businesscar on the fender. “How about a look around? I've only ever gotten to watch a race through the TV.”
They both started to drive forward. “We'll have time to stop at Annie's pit for a bit, but then we'll probably have to start for the box. The race is going to start soon. Speaking of which, you'll need one of these.” He passed him a VIC pass.
The SUV nodded at them as they passed, and they nodded in return before entering the pit area.
(*slaps an “IMPORTANT TO PLOT- DO NOT MAIM” sticker on Mark*)
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