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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 0:46:24 GMT -5
(Hey cool...HKS is also an engine company...)
The city of Oured, a city known well for it's miltitude of trade routes, a great place of opprotunity, but most in the underground for street racing. Races are held frequently, pushing drivers to their limits. Pinks slips are lost, money is gained, to a racer, it's a business. But the racers have not gone unnoticed. The police herehave specialized teams intent on breaking up street races, immobilizing street rides, and brining in racers. They hunt in packs, their main vehicles are the Corvette C6, which are easily identifiable by their silver color, and the emblem on the side. They set up roadblocks, spikestrips, and even box them in by rolling, anything they can to bring in the suspect...and they usually do. But that's because they always have their leader. One who is known only as 'Vulture' by the racers. He directs everything, spikestrips, rolling boxes, and such. He is no newcomer to the streets, and his ride is superior to most. A Mercedes Benz SLR Mclaren, given superior engine, transmission, and brakes. But the kicker is, he fitted his car with a directed intake system NO2. It may be hypocritical, but it's effective. This starts out at one of the meetings at night, in the central square of Oured. Many of the racers came there, fired up to see interiors, engines, and big trunk stereo systems, but what they were fired up about most? The race that was about to take place.
The engine roared loudly, as the metalic blue English exoctic lumbered towards the race start. The Aston Martin DB9 barely resembled what it would like like stock. A carbon fiber hood, dual windtunnel hoodscoop, and a carbon fiber tuner spoiler. But the most unique part of it was the vinyl on both sides. It was that a python in striking stance, coiled around a cherry blossom branch, with the leave falling off. This racer was well known, and was named was Courtney Yoshimaru, but she earned the name 'Mirage' by racing of course. THe car halted at the start line, as the driver waited for the other racers.
(Note from John: This roleplay is for active members only. Only join if you plan to post at least once a day.)
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2006 0:57:59 GMT -5
A pitch black car rolled up to starting line. It almost seemed invisible due to the night, but what you could make out of it, it seemed like a corvette. Something was different about, aside from the large chrome engine that was in clear view. The driver had medium length hair, a bit wavy. He wore some nice shades as well as dark clothes. He wasn't known, in this town. Down in Florida his face was all over the most wanted news, though, the people who IDed him did a bad job at describing his face. He pulled out a large bundle of money and awaited it to be collected, as his engine roared loud.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 2, 2006 1:21:36 GMT -5
A midnight blue Saleen S7 drove up to the starting point. On the sides it had a silhouette of a wolf howling to the moon. The driver was a female. She had goggles on and she almost everything she had on was black. The only thing she had on that wasn't black was her white tanktop. Her black hair was tied up into a pony tail. She wore a watch and a cross. Attached to her belt was a holster with a gun in it. She was another one of those mysterious racers. She would come and go and hardly anyone knew her. The only people who did know her though were the cops and her 'friends' in street racing. She wasn't famous or anything, but she was rich and unknown to most people. Her name was Katrina DeCastro, but the people who knew her, they called her "Midnight."
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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 1:30:06 GMT -5
A woman approached the DB9 from the side. The window was rolled down, revealing the woman inside. She had rather short hair for a woman, the longest strand reaching just past her chi, the shortest stopping before her green eyes. "C-note or pink slip." The woman outside said to the asian woman. "The minimum is 6,000." The woman inside nodded, handing the woman a rolled up bundle of twelve 500 dollar bills. The woman outside nodded, stepping between Katrina's and the 'new guys' car. "C-note or pinkslip." She told them. "Minium is 6,000." Inside Courtney's car, she had a laptop like thing set up wear the radio should have been. This was called an SMS, it worked in many ways, as a map, equipped with GPS, a text message system, and a voice message system. But it could also break into police frequencies. She set it to do so, and waited for the map course to be sent to the machine.
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2006 1:38:39 GMT -5
The woman came to the man second and asked for 6,000. After flipping through some bills, the man pulled out fourteen five-hundred dollar bills. "This is more than you need." She said as the man shrugged. "A small tip for the collector.." His low calm voice said in his Russian accent. The interior of the car was likewise pitch black. The man waited patiently for the flag to drop, but first the rest of the bets would have to go in the pot before departure. At first glance there was nothing securely special in the car, no laptops. Like all the racers, a few buttons sat on the wheel. Two large tanks of nitro could be seen in the back of the car.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 2, 2006 1:49:45 GMT -5
Katrina didn't say a word. She just sat there and finally she took out rolled up bundle of fourteen 500 dollar bills. Katrina then rolled up her window. She pulled up her goggles. Her left eye seemed to be blind. She then pulled on her googles again. "Ano ba to? Start already!" She said. She was a Filippino and she was born in america. "F*ck this." When she had cursed that word she had a slight accent. She was waiting speed off and she was very impatient. She looked around for the flag girl. Katrina wanted to go and race and when she won this race then she would leave this city. She would go somewhere else. Katrina would go to another place where a friend of her's would street race. She never stayed in one place for too long unless she had too.
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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 1:58:42 GMT -5
The flag girl moved up between the space of Courtney's car and the Russian guys car. She raised the flag, the engines were gunning, as they prepared to bust out the gate. She did the motion, rasing her arms, then crouching, jutting her arms back as if she was going to swim. The engines roared, and the three cars zoomed away. The course was about 12 miles long, going around downtown Oured. Courtney was neck with the Russian's car, as the first turn came up. This one was sharp, and would be hard to go at a high speed. But it seemed she had done this before, as the car seemed to drift, going horizontal while it was still going forward. When turn came up, she burned the nitro tank, getting her out of that slide. She smirked. "Beat that..." She mumbled.
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2006 2:07:52 GMT -5
Seeing the girl fly ahead of him, the man only smirked as he rubbed the buttons anxiously but refrained from using them. He continued forward, keeping an eye on the other girl who seemed to not be far, almost at the same distance. Suddenly the man's cell rang. Keeping a steady grip with his right hand he took the phone from his left and placed it against his ear then held the phone with his shoulder. "What?" He said as a man spoke up. "I think Reno snitched and fled." He said as the man smiled again. "Send him a picture of his mangled family." "And the kids?" The man smirked again. "I said his family, not just his wife." "But-" He was about the speak when he was cut off. "You want to challenge me? Come on over.. I'll be waiting." "N-no.." The man turned his wheel just a tad as it moved closer to the woman's car (Not Courtney.) so that he could scare her, acting as if he was going to ram her. "I have instructions, at twelve you kill his family, at twelve-thirty you take the photos to the post office, the one that doesn't closes at night, then go to my house.. And feed my pirahnas." he said as the man on the other side of the phone sighed. "Yes Boss." He said then the man hung up. The Russian man put the phone back into his pocket then continued racing as he looked over at the woman next to him and smirked.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 2, 2006 2:17:39 GMT -5
Katrina smiled and she saw what he was trying to do. "Idiot...He wants to play? Then I'll play." She said turned her steering wheel. Her car suddenly got off of it's straight path and it rammed into his car. She kept beside the man untill they got close enought to the wall ahead of them. She had turned sharply and the side of her car grinded against the wall and there were tire tracks on the ground. She got out of turn safely and she followed Courtney's car. Katrina only did that to slow him down but if the man crashed then she wouldn't care. She speeded after Courtney and she kept her finger on the Nitro button. She only used it when she had too.
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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 2:30:02 GMT -5
Courtney smirked, watching the S7 catching up on her. "Ah, so you can drive..." She looked ahead, a freight semi-truck was cruising steadily. The asian woman had a plan. "Come on follow me..." Meanwhile, a 911 call came into the station. The dispatcher officer announced to all patroling cars. "Charlie 27, multiple code 6 vehicles have been sighted, racing through downtown and union." The officer in the car 'Charlie 27' nodded. "Roger, I'll dispatch Webster and his team." The call was then directed to Vulture, who had been listening in his Mercedes SLR. "10-4. I'll deploy. X-ray and Echo teams, we're moving." The garages of the station opened, and first out of course was the SLR Mclaren, but it was followed by six C6 corvettes, and 2 Dodge Durangos. "This is Vulture." He said into his calm. "Got any vehicle descriptions." The dispatcher replied. "One is a dark blue Saleen, another is a dark blue Aston Martin, and the final is a black corvette like car, caller didn't not a get good look at that one." "Roger." An officer announced to his Captain. "This is Echo 15, vehicles sighted, heading southeast from downtown." "Roger, go code 3." At the same time, all cars and SUVs in the pursuit flashed their sirens, even Vulture's SLR. Courtney swore. "Damn't! Here we go." "All units...lets start this off with a 10-33." 10-33 is the code for a spikestrip deployed with a roadbloack made of cars.
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2006 2:35:38 GMT -5
"Heh.." The man slowed and swerved his car around and saw the girl fly ahead of him. Ramming his finger on one of the two buttons, the left large tank of nitro exploded him up to the others where it gave out. His finger began rubbing the second button like before. Quickly letting a hand off the wheel he pushed some hair out of his eyes as he awaited a reasonable opening. Just then the police moved in. "You just couldn't miss the fun eh?" He mumbled in his accent as he shifted his right hand and opened a compartment in the passanger's door. He pulled out an uzi, but kept it low until the time he would need it.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 2, 2006 2:42:40 GMT -5
Katrina followed the car and then she took off the earpeice she was wearing. It was too loud but she had heard something about cops though. "Oh shit." She said with the word shit sounding almost like sheet. She continued to follow the Aston Martin. She saw lights flashing not far away. She looked behind her and it was the man. She floored the gas pedal slightly gaining speed. She wasn't going to use the Nitro yet. She wasn't being threatened. Katrina checked her gun and she made sure it was there. "Prodect me dear father." She said keeping her eyes on the road. "Your the star, Mirage...I'll follow your light." She mumbled. She had heard about Mirage while her stay in this city. Mirage was famous.
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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 2:50:39 GMT -5
Courtney had originally planned to go under the space between the rig and the trailer, but that would be hard now, Vultures team was here, and not just the normys of his team, the top cops of his team; Echo and X-ray squads. The freight truck went off the road, the driver didn't want to be apart of this. Which revealed the 10-33 ahead. The officer in the car announced to the team. "The spikestrip is on the left, horde them here." Courtney then kept her car right, where the sawhorse and car would be. But it was too late, the officer realized his mistake. "Correction! Stay left! Stay left!" The spike chian shredded Courtney's tires. The first time it had ever happened, and just because of human error. She looked behind her, she was completely out of this. "I hope you heard that message...turn left..." The officer announced to the advancing team. "He's on his rims! Get him! Block him! Block him!" "Echo 15, X-ray 6, get in there and arrest him. We'll continue after the Saleen." Vulture announced.
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Post by B on Apr 2, 2006 2:57:05 GMT -5
The black car was now behind his opponent and hearing that sudden pop, knew what it was. Pushing on his nitro, The man's car rammed the back of Katrina's. If he could time this right he would be able to push his opponent into the spikes the slow while shifting. Though he knew the girl wasn't that stupid, and already prepared to swerve in case she tried something.
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Post by V on Apr 2, 2006 3:13:06 GMT -5
The two Corvettes surronded the Aston Martin, and a female officer went up to the front door, and pulled it open. She didn't give Courtney a chance, she pulled her out and slammed her on the ground. After she was securely cuffed, she stood her up, and walked her to one of the Corvettes. The officers got a look at the driver and started laughing. "Are you serious? She fell victim to our mistake." He grabbed his radio. "This is Echo 15...you're never gonna believe this. We've just arrested Courtney Yoshimaru, street name Mirage. Damn! We should get a medal for this." The road was wide, so themselves and the cars were off the road, to avoid getting hit. The cars in pursuit of Midnight had flown past the two remaining racers, but luckily they stuck left, and got through the gap between the car and the median. "Wait, let them pass us." Vulture said.
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