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Post by ridshadowfox on Nov 23, 2006 20:37:52 GMT -5
((continue from the old RP, Tango and Cail's race ended when a state Trooper passed by.))
"Traffic cones are evil." Tango laughs. "You got a lot more than most old Vics have. I'm impressed." She smiles at him.
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Post by taiomega on Nov 23, 2006 20:45:16 GMT -5
Cail: aw thanks... i was kind of born with it... yah got a lot more then most mustangs...well i guess never really raced anyone with out spikes and others.. *sigh* i need a life...
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Post by ridshadowfox on Nov 23, 2006 20:56:59 GMT -5
"Racin' and chasin' is about the same thing just one is more noble than the other... So what are you doing out here at a tuner con other than looking for a race?" Tango asks as they head back into the convention grounds.
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Post by taiomega on Nov 23, 2006 21:04:38 GMT -5
Cail: keeping the peace like i'm paid to do... I'm here with some other officers called in to pick up the masses that would show up to this.. and well i was first to jump at it...
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Post by fierano on Nov 23, 2006 21:30:33 GMT -5
((That intersection's not on the map! Just saying. I get an idea though.)) Carl visually sized up the Viper before taking his position beside her at the starting line. If she wasn't just decked out for performance - and her V-10 naturally made plenty sure of that - she was certainly customized to intimidate. Her spoilers and effects were pointed to look nice and evil. Of course, appearances were somewhat deceiving, as the car that caused his little speech problem didn't look that much different from your standard flame-decaled hot-rod. As the countdown began, Carl made extra sure that his GPS/Radar combo was switched on. He wasn't as much wary of her potential to inflict pain as he was about the plans of the police and other assorted bounty hunters seeking a piece of his sheet-metal. He revved to the red line, just to amp himself up.
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Post by ridshadowfox on Nov 23, 2006 21:37:34 GMT -5
"Aww just doing your job eh?" She chuckles. "Well I'm just watching out for demons, something is stalking these tuners. They are all safe as long as they stay here in the city..." She looks back out to the city limits. "It's out there... And I'll be waiting." She stops.
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Post by taiomega on Nov 23, 2006 21:41:23 GMT -5
Cail: demons you say?...
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Post by ridshadowfox on Nov 23, 2006 21:48:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, demons... kinda' like me. The gangs thought they had left them behind in that middle of nowhere town... One has followed, a very big one, bent on revenge. Tuners I guess tormented the thing..." She turns back and scans the outskirts. "I was told he'd sneak up on his victim, most stalkers do."
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Post by taiomega on Nov 23, 2006 21:53:16 GMT -5
Cail: Oh this that tale of rubacon... that mad crazy @$$ semi...Oo... Demons like you?... did i hear that right???
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 23, 2006 22:05:10 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Far corner, upper right. It's near there.)))))
Ebony raised herself a little bit, making herself look bigger and more menacing than she really was. She revved her own engine as she waited for the signal to start.
A short time later, there it was. Ebony, The Black Viper, shot off like a rocket, quickly taking the lead. She could hear the crowds watching cheering. She grinned, but she had to concentrate on the course.
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Post by ridshadowfox on Nov 23, 2006 22:13:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, well I'm half demon, when we meet I told you freedom comes at a price. The horses on my sides are more alive than what they look when the light hits them." She shakes her hood. "Is a long story, but to put it short the demons wanted a body to race with, and I wanted to live... I race for them and they protect me... But they also are attracted to other strong evil powers, or other demons. They like to investigate." She sighs. "One of them tuners is an old friend of mine. Also naturally I'm here to serve and protect... that was my job."
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Post by fierano on Nov 23, 2006 22:24:31 GMT -5
Part of the Viper's lead could be attributed to Carl's tires peeling out for a second as he let his revving sink in after shifting into first once the signal dropped. However he didn't let her get too far ahead as he accelerated rapidly down the streets of Vegas, concentrating on the turns ahead but making sure to keep her in his line of sight (his GPS-Radar was keeping track of anyone that might crash the party, but current thoughts of those were pushed to the back of his engine block from the acceleration). If Carl's suspicions were true, then Vipers were usually customized to take advantage of their raw power with less focus on their handling, let alone their grip on the road. He could then use his ability to take turns sharply to his own advantage...granted there were enough turns available.
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 23, 2006 22:34:30 GMT -5
Faster and faster she went. Ebony could feel the breeze arching off of her windshield as she followed the course. There was a turn up ahead. She placed herself directly in front of Carl and tapped on her brakes, just so she could make it difficult for him.
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Post by fierano on Nov 23, 2006 23:50:38 GMT -5
Carl braced as the Viper's brakelights suddenly flickered on with the turn fast approaching, albeit too early for the degree of the turn With not enough distance to brake, he shifted to the right out of reflex and moved up beside her, just outside of the racing line. The M3 was almost perfectly side-by-side with the Viper by the time he actually had to start braking for the turn. ((Uh-oh. : )
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Post by ebonyviper on Nov 24, 2006 0:42:36 GMT -5
For almost a full block, Ebony kept pace with Carl. He was by her side for about several minutes before they reached the turn where Ebony had to slow down a bit to make it around the sharp turn. She focused on the course and on her opponent at the same time.
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