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Post by fierano on Oct 7, 2008 23:50:32 GMT -5
The two Mitsubishis writhed as the blade fan's electricity shut off their motors, rendering them immobile for the time being.
"Great..." Carl groaned as he tore free of the Cimarron's shredders, "This is the cavalry?" He didn't recognize Kamui having not been into the Piston Cup much. For one, he hoped it wasn't an unmarked "stealth" cop using its engine-killing abilities as he lunged toward one of the hoodhunters that was trying to stab Slaytor.
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 0:02:23 GMT -5
"Kamui Exan of Team Flo n' Go, Number 85 at your service," Kamui said as she aimed her blade fan at the two hoodhunters that were pinning down Slaytor and blasted at them, "Get away from him, you jerkoffs!"
"She's a friend of ours," Ebony added as she helped the Shooter deal with her boyfriend's attackers, hoping fervently that Slaytor would be alright after those injuries that he had sustained from the batons.
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 9:08:52 GMT -5
Carl pulled up Kamui Exan's profile while fender-panel-grappling with one of Slaytor's attackers while trying to hold back the Cimarron. Meanwhile, the two Mitsubishis slowly withdrew back into the darkness, frightened of the electricity.
"Grrrgh... you're friends with the Piston Cup champion!?"
The illegal and legal racing worlds generally kept their distance from each other, and friendships between these fields were often frowned upon. Diehards like Carl even regarded the "pro-street" racers as "posers."
((lol game reference. XD))
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 9:32:42 GMT -5
"Does that make any difference?" Ebony snapped, "She saved my life a number of times and I have returned the favor many times as well! She protected me while I was sick and hurt and scared and I had done the same for her! She's also protected my kids when she didn't even have to do that! She's earned my respect and friendship! I don't have such a narrow-minded view of the racing world, legit or not, as you do!"
Kamui, though she clearly heard Ebony's words and agreed with what the Viper said, was busy working on freeing Slaytor from the hoodhunters' and their weapons, blasting them with her blade fan, "Eat electricity, Jerkoffs!"
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 13:21:40 GMT -5
((Gonna introduce someone from Palmont here, if that's okay.))
"As long as she doesn't hand us over to the cops if we get outta this!" Carl shouted as he forcibly pried one of the hoodhunters off of Slaytor. No doubt there were a lot of police who wanted to see the Mag-3 get fed to the lifers in the state impound. "Get off him, you sick little-"
"MAG!" came a shout from a car approaching the intersection, lights switched to high beams. "Neville! Great timing!" Carl grunted, half-sarcastically. The Chrysler 300C was his first friend on his return to Palmont and had perhaps unintentionally ended up his annoying sidekick.
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 13:44:11 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Sure...)))))
"C'mon, give her more credit than that," Ebony snorted as she forcefully shoved the over hoodhunter off of Slaytor with her spikes. The Mustang suddenly slumped to the ground, no longer having the support of being held up by the hunters holding their batons in his sides.
Kamui pulled up, taking a stance in front of the couple and holding her blade fan in a manner that she would use it on anything that would try to hurt her friends. She glared at the hoodhunters, "Get outta here! Now! Before I turn you into fried shiskabob!"
Ebony held Slaytor up, letting him lean heavily against her side, "Gonna be okay, Slate... You're gonna be okay... Don't die on me, please..."
She turned as Neville arrived on the scene, blinking as his highbeams almost blinded her. "Damnit, get those lights outta my eyes! We're injured and we need help! Now!"
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 21:58:55 GMT -5
It now seemed the hoodhunter flock that had ambushed them were now outnumbered, and that made them reconsider their tactics. They kept their distance from Kamui, not wanting to end up incapacitated like their friends.
Neville blinked as he frantically turned down his highbeams. "Oh. Sorry...Carl, you and your buddies okay? And...uh..." he added, suddenly noticing Kamui, "Who's the babe?" Carl growled at the hoodhunter he pried off of Slaytor as it slowly backed away. "There's gotta be a hospital around here...me and Neville could accompany you if it's not swarming with cops."
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 22:09:33 GMT -5
"Name's Kamui Exan and I'm already taken, thank you very much," said the Shooter.
"I think there is one near the hotel where Slaytor and I came from," said Ebony, as she supported the unsteady Mustang, "It's not far. We can go there."
"If you want, I can talk to the police and keep them away from you guys," said Kamui, keeping her blade fan out and not taking any chances with the presence of the hoodhunters.
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 22:29:39 GMT -5
"Dang," Neville said as he moved to support the Mustang from the other side, "I've always had a thing for Focuses."
"As long as they don't jump us in the emergency room," the M3 replied as he marked the route on his GPS, "You're on your own if we find one heading toward us."
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 22:48:01 GMT -5
Ebony just rolled her eyes at Carl's comment as she started to move forward slowly, keeping Slaytor on his tires and careful not to jolt his injuries. Kamui took up the rear to make sure that none of the hoodhunters decided to follow them.
It was a slow trek to the hospital, but when they arrived, two white Dodge Neons came out to assess the damage. "Take care of him first," Ebony said to one of the Neons, "He's got the worst damage. I'll be alright."
"Ma'am, you're injured as well," said the Neon, "You'd better get yourself fixed up as well."
"I'm fine," said Ebony, "Just please make sure that he, my boyfriend, lives. I need to know for sure, first."
The Neons looked at her as they worked on helping Slaytor into the building. "Alright," the first one that spoke, nodded reluctantly, "At least let the nurse look at you."
"I will," said Ebony with a nod.
"Go on, Ebony," said Kamui, "I'll, uh... be out here if you need me. But keep me updated on Slaytor's condition, alright?" The Shooter was having an attack of iatrophobia at the moment and didn't want to come in.
"Sure," Ebony nodded, understanding Kamui's phobia, and let the Neon lead her inside the hospital.
Kamui gave a sigh as the Viper left.
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 23:02:12 GMT -5
Fortunately, the trip to the hospital didn't attract any more uninvited guests. "Look...I'm sorry about this," Carl explained as they got through the front door, wincing from his own wheelarch damage. "If I hadn't attracted their attention we wouldn't be in this mess. If there's something I can do to help..."
Neville decided to stay outside with Kamui to make sure there weren't any cops patrolling. Just as well, Kamui seemed very hesitant to go into the building...especially after Carl passed Kamui's record to him on the way there and she wasn't exactly America's Most Wanted.
"So...uh..." the 300C began, trying to make conversation while not getting what the 'iatrophobic' on her record was, "You going in? Nothing to be afraid of in there..."
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 23:12:07 GMT -5
"I'm not sure," Ebony replied as the nurse bandaged her injuries as they were not that bad as Slaytor's, "Those hoodhunters came outta nowhere. We weren't expecting them to appear. The attack was pretty random to me. We were all just lucky to survive."
*****
"Uh, no thanks," replied Kamui, "I'm fine out here. I just wanna make sure that nothing else comes to attack and hurts my friends, that's all."
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Post by fierano on Oct 8, 2008 23:23:29 GMT -5
A nurse also came to patch up Carl's wheelarch damage. "As long as they didn't find someone else to satisfy their craving tonight...I saw a few other cars roaming around before then."
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"Okay then..." Neville replied, "But what brings the Piston Cup champion all the way out here? There aren't any tracks for miles."
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 8, 2008 23:30:07 GMT -5
"Chrysler, let's hope they got smart and had gone home," said Ebony, "I'm not sure if I can take another attack from those hoodhunters right now. I'm not even sure if Slaytor can. He got the worst of it. I hope he'll be alright."
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"I'm just passing through," said Kamui, "It was just coincidence that I ran into Ebony and Slaytor as well as you and your friend, saw the danger you guys were in, and decided to help."
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Post by fierano on Oct 9, 2008 8:02:47 GMT -5
"He should be...this looks like a pretty good hospital. If he went to one of our underground 'clinics' he'd come out looking like one of us," Carl replied, as he went through his on-screen organizer trying to figure out what to do next. "Looks like bounty hunting wasn't as easy as Cross made it look..."
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"Passin' through without your crew, huh?" Crew meaning different things to Neville and Kamui, or at least between the illegal and legal racing worlds. "Nice of you to help out though...most folks in cities like this just leave you to bleed. And maybe take your money," he half-joked.
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