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Welcome to Detroit City

During the day, it's a great place to be. Lots of parks, big buildings and the ever-loving polluted sort of haze over the city. Your a normal person, you wake up really early and go to work. Endure an ever hated boss and shove everyone's complaints and annoying remarks out of your mind. You have one thing on your mind. The thrill of going as fast as you can...to the point where one false move and you're gone. For good. Yet no one would ever think that about you...

By night, the city changes. It moves away from every good intention, it turns it's face on the working class and goes back to it's wants, it's needs, and it's desires.

Racing.

The one thing that these people have in common is the addiction to speed. Didn't matter what consequences may become of this, they had to go fast. They would do anything and everything to support this addiction.

They.Had.To.Win

The smell of rubber burning, and the feel of being shoved against your seat as the tires squeal and your car struggled to grip the ground. Your heart pounding, sweat pouring down your face as you glanced ahead at the straight path. You couldn't mess up, you would never win if you did. You may or may not need this money. Though you had to go fast, it was everything to you.

~Rules

You know where the romance stops.

No PP or Gm

No one is super rich, has the best cars...

NO one liners, I will spazz out on you if you do. I want atleast a paragraph.. =)

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Name:

Age: 18+ very few racers are under that age...

Gender: KEEP It even!! Keep in mind most street racers are guys but there are some female street racers... Though not everyone is a street racer.

Personality:

Looks/Description[Ehh sorry for the word choice lol my minds blanking, you can have a picture but must have a description!!!] :

Other:

Sorry for the lame intro...can't think of a good one and rather not use any of my old ones...not like they were good but :P

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Name: Tyler Reynolds

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Personality: Ashton is unlike any other.He's very jumpy, quick to get into a fight and will fight you till your death. An extreme hot head, he also suffers from paranoia and bipolar. Jumping to extreme highs and low's he's very unstable but also talented. Unfortunately his hotheadedness, tends to get in eh way of him ever getting to his car to race. Normally he's hauling someone away to jump them... or the cops have him. Never has he trusted, it's been rumored he lives all alone, and never comes out except for races. Yet other rumors have been spoken, all anyone knows about his life during the day is that well... it's a secret.

Looks/Description: Standing at 6'2, Ashton has black hair that's been trimmed short. A clean shaven face, you can see the presence of tattoos and scars that run down his body. On his neck he has several numbers tattooed perpendicular to his ear about 6" down. No one knows what that is, some rumor it's his inmate number, others the people he's killed or the races he's one. He also has love and hate tattooed on his knuckles, a tattoo on his upper left shoulder blade that says "Gracie". He's always seen in jeans, tennis shoes, and some sort of t-shirt, never does he really stray from that style except for a hoodie of some sorts.

Other:

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Edited by -...X...-

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Oh this looks like fun!!! Though for this one I'm going to stick with one character.

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Name: Mckenzie Holmwood Aka Mac

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Personality: Mac is in a sense of the word Crazy. Mac is the person that has no boundaries and is willing to cross other peoples. Mac barely made it out of high school and started street racing soon after. Her courage and absolutely no concern for herself or others made her one of the best racers. Her looks often deceive people, but after seeing her race their opinions are completely changed.

Looks/Description: Standing at around 5'5" her long red hair that falls in loose curls. Bright gray eyes that are covered with a sweeping bang show the mischief in her eyes. Mac's nocturnal habits are shown by her pale skin that reflects the light.

Other: Mckenzie's Picture

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Loud music bombarded his ears, as Tyler slowly drove his car through the crowded street. It was 10 at night,and the city was mostly dead. Anyone who had a big time job was either at their fancy clubs and restaurants or at home asleep. Not him, he lived for these moments to feel his car lurch and use every bit of muscle it has. Letting a grin come upon his face he smirked before finding a parking space.

As he got out, Tyler shook hands with several of the guys he normally hung out with. Some of the newer people that he had been forced almost in a way to take under his wing. Getting a soda from one of the coolers in a nearby escalade he nodded to the girls around it. Stepping away from his car, he locked it before heading to whoever was in charge tonight.

Sometimes it was the same person, other times: it wasn't. Finding him, Tyler grinned. "I want in." Those simple words put a smug smile on his face as he gave the man his money. Two grand, what a big amount of money, atleast for him. He'd have to try and keep himself cool and level headed tonight, as he desperately needed this money.

Exchanging some more words with the man, Tyler meandered away, watching the crowd easily. Things had only just begun for the night. Spotting a group of younger looking people, Tyler cocked his head slowly. "Rich, no good teenagers..." he muttered under his breath. He always hated with a passion the cocky teenagers who thought they were all that, the ones that showed up pretending they were oh so cool. You may be able to have a Ferrari or Mercedes or BMW, but just because you have the horsepower, doesn't mean you have the skills. Heading back to his car, Tyler leaned against it easily watching and observing the crowd and sizing up his competition.

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OMG don't forget the Nitrous Oxide :grin:

Name: Jack bolligard

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Personality: Jack normally stands back in the crowd, him being on probation from a previous race. He's not in it for the money, but it is a good source. He's in it for respect.

Looks/Description: Jack stands 5'11", having to almost cram into his Nissan. dark brown eyes, almost red.

Other:this is his Nissan 350Z. It may look stock, but it's not.

Edited by Mustangman

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Mac slowly rolled into the parking lot where everyone met for the night. With Underoath blaring through the speakers, she got weird looks from people who didn't know who she was and other people just shook their heads. Her tinted windows made it impossible for people to see who she was, but when she opened her door, heads turned. Her red hair was up in a pony tail and she sauntered over to the main guy and payed her money to race and then walked back to her car, searching for people that she knew.

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Tires squeeled as Jack spun his 350Z in a quick 180 with the slam of a pedal. White smoke rose from his tires scraping the pavement. The car alone could turn heads, but when you're spinning like that, it's a sure-fire trick to get attention. A smug half-grin rose as he parked his car. As he stepped out, a swarm of teens who were only in it for the race, but don't have the cars but definatle the skill crowded him. His grin turned into a full blown smile when they asked him how he did the 180. "Just floor it from a stand-still and turn." Making his way through all the people, he glanced over at some other teens, leaning against a ferrari F4 spider who were almost laughing at him. Walking over, he snatched the beer out of ones hand. "You're too young." Jack simply said as he threw it to the ground with the sound of glass cracking. "you own this ferrari?" When the teen nodded his head, Jack the asked, "you may have the car, but can you even drive a stick?"

"ya, I'll proove it." a little too cocky for a teen.

"let me pay, and you're on. for pinks?" Jack only raced for pink slips.

"Is there any other way?"

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Mercedes Wickham

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Personality: Mercedes is a quite girl a lot of the time, seemingly shy and reserved. She has bit of hidden fire in her that can come out during the night scene, but she still doesn't always let it out. She's not an over-aggressive person, especially if she ever gets enough guts to actually get out and race. Usually she just hangs back and watches, liking to spectate rather than actually be the one out there. She just loves the night scene and the different life she can have at the night racing. She likes to flirt and have fun, but only when she feels up to it.

Looks/Description: Mercedes is a different looking girl, with bright strawberry blonde red hair that goes all the way down to her mid-back. Her face is thin and pale, but she contrasts it with stark black eyeliner that make her green eyes pop. She's about 5'9 and has a lean, thin body to match her height. She's not really fit or muscular, just tall and skinny.

Other: Not exactly a racer, but she likes to show up and watch.

[[i might add a guy, I'm not sure yet...]]

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Seeing the guy steal the beer and dropped it to the ground, Tyler shook his head and smirked. How cocky, obviously a newcomer to the scene. Rolling his eyes, Tyler sipped his soda before watching the crowd. Seeing the red head he smiled in her direction. Walking over towards her he cocked his head looking her over. "Sup?" Just a simple, informal hello.

Tyler didn't really know her, but he had seen her around. Then again, he wasn't one to make friends per se. Acquaintances? Yes, of course he had those. Followers too. Sipping his soda again, he finished it off before throwing it away in the trash can. Waiting for her to reply he let his dark grey eyes wander around the race scene. Several races had already begun, but his wasn't till later. Tyler always preferred to let the babies of the scene come, race, fail miserably, and leave. Then it was time for the real racers to have at it.

ooc: Thats for you twizzler b.t.w

Edited by -...X...-

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Sighing as she pulled into a spot, Mercedes shut off the engine, but didn't get out of the car right away. She was dressed up and ready for the fun night to begin, but she didn't exactly feel the excitement as she usually did. She did this as often as she could and every time it usually fit her needs, but tonight wasn't that sort of night. There was a feeling of being unsettled in the pit of her stomach that warned her just to turn around and go back home. But usually the night scene made everything better. Or so she had once thought.

Zipping her tight leather jacket up, she opened the door to her car and stepped out, letting her long legs stand her up between her car and the fancier one next to hers. Mercedes' green eyes surveyed the place, the dark eyeliner giving her the edge that made her eyes stand out. She recognized a few people who where always there, the tough, the youngsters, the rich and the new. She didn't really fit in any of the categories- she thought of herself as some outsider who made herself fit in. She liked the racing scene, but she wasn't always cut out for the actual racing part. She'd take a race if it was offered, but she wasn't up for wasting money on something she might not succeed in.

Mercedes shut her car door and locked it, knowing how some of the people around here weren't as trusty as she wished. Pocketing the keys, she made her way through a few crowds, her eyes searching for a familiar face or a race to watch.

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Name: Diesel Crawford

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Personality: Diesel is one of the guys that grew up on the "sketchy" side of town, he had a house, a garage and lived with both of his parents, however his parents let him roam the streets as much and long as he wanted so he got in with a crowd of street racers, he got an old car from an abandoned field, pulled it in the garage and worked on it, he learned the ropes and now he has developed the attitude that he knows all and if anyone claims they know more he will fight them till they prove they do, then and only then do they earn his trust and respect.

Looks/Description: he has a scar across the left side of his neck, no one knows what from but it is horizontal and about 2 inches long. He also has sleeves of tattoos and more on his back, each one having a different.

meaning.

http://x17.xanga.com/2d1c770101435179631952/z137180689.png

Other: His car :http://www.megaboost.co.uk/supra/photos/candyred-supra.jpg

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Diesel floored his candy red car down the road like he had done many nights before, this was his scene and he loved it. He bit his lip ring as he spun the car around and parked in his usual spot, right infront of Tylers car, head light to head light. His music went from blaring to dead quiet as he turned off the ignition after a big rev and stepped out, he wore a black t-shirt with Tap out logo plastered across the front. He never wore a coat, he was thin but built, he had muscle and big arms. He closed the door to his car and locked it as he walked up to pay.

When he returned he saw the beer get thrown to the ground and Tyler walk off to talk to some girl. He saw Mercedes step out and decided to talk to her. He walked up and smiled. "Hey, racing tonight?" he asked her.

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Stopping over by the the beer cooler, Mercedes didn't feel up to drinking,at least not yet. Turning around to face the crowds, her red blonde hair swung over her shoulder. Sighing, she pushed it back, the length sometimes bothering her. Her long bangs were pulled back like always. Hearing a voice acknowledge her, her eyes searched for who it was coming from an quickly recognized Diesel. Seeing that he was smiling, she shrugged, not sure what to say.

"Maybe... I don't really feel like it, though," Mercedes replied, watching him. "What about you?"

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Jack walked up to the man and gave him a check for 2 grand. Jack didn't have much money, he bought his car used for about 5 grand. Now it runs nice and smooth, you can barely tell it's used. the CF hood compliments the charcoal gray finish. The trunk isn't for groceries, there's enough NOS in it to last 3 miles, topping it off with 780 hp. unlocking it and stepping in, he started the engine with a quick shift into nuetral and floored it. you hae to make sure it's nuetral, or you'll strip the engine.

Driving over to the register desk, he rolled down his window and pulled up to it. "could you list a race for me? that ferrari dude's picking on me."

"There's one lane open in about 5 minutes." a smooth, light voice answered.

"thanks." And Jack drove away.

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Mac turned when she heard a guy come up to her. She had seen him around the track a lot and he raced every once and a while, but she didn't know him that well. "Watching these noobs get smoked. I'm Mckenzie, but you can call me Mac." She said turning her head back to the race where some teen lost by a mile. Mac had always been interested with this guy, he was very interesting. She had seen him loose his temper and take guys out, then again she had a short fuse as well. Plus with the jerks that were out here she couldn't blame him.

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Smirking, Tyler shook his head as he heard her speak. "It's a pretty normal thing to do. To many people here think they are absolutely amazing with their hundred thousand dollar cars. Doesn't give them a right to win, nor a right to respect."Tyler replied sipping out of another can of soda. Watching another race he let his dark grey eyes track the car's moves.

Grimacing slightly he gripped his soda even more as they started out. "He's going to lose control of that car if he doesn't watch himself." Tyler mentioned before turning away. Looking back at the girl he tried to see if he had talked to her before. Then again he had gotten into so many fights he was bound to of lost some memory here and there. "Tyler Reynolds, I've seen you around but probably never talked to you. You race?" He questioned wandering if he had seen her race before.

That was the thing with places like this, you could scan a group of people and pick out the wannabees, yet it was always hard to tell whether someone would race or not. You could normally tell though, but someone's attitude whether they were good or bad, but it seemed like so many people ventured here just to show off their cars, and watch the action. For him, and other people it was for the best. He didn't have to deal with their crappy driving, and they didn't have to be punched by him for being a egotistical brat.

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"Heck yeah I race, pretty darn good if you ask around I'm sure, not to be cocky." Mac said smiling, and looked at Tyler to watch his reaction to her comment. "You race?" She asked, although she knew he did, didn't want him to think she was a stalker or something. He was okay in her standards and wanted to see what he thought of himself.

Taking a sip of her Pepsi she watched the race and grimaced as a engine blew up in one of the cars and the kid got out cursing up a storm. The kid obviously didn't know how to fix it which made her giggle, "I love when people don't know what is wrong."

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Hearing Mac make hte comments she did,Tyler shook his head. "Anytime, anyone says that it makes them sound cocky. It's just a matter of how tolerant of cocky you are." Sipping his drink he glanced at the car that had an engine blow up. Shaking his head he sighed. "Why bother coming her if your not going to do it right? Sure daddy can go buy you another car but seriously..."

Rolling his eyes he looked at her with a bit of a smirk when she asked if he raced. "Yes, I race..." he said looking at her oddly. Checking his watch he grinned. "As a matter of fact, I have to go... my time is up" Slinking away from her he didn't offer a goodbye hug, or anything like that; not even a simple 'bye'. Heading towards his car, he growled at the people around it. "Get away, now!" He said gruffly, almost a shout.

Unlocking his car, he slipped inside. As he fastened the racing harness around his body he took several deep breaths. Nervous? No, it was just a normal routine for him. As he slipped the keys into the igniton he grinned as the motor purred to life. Shifting it into first, he slowly pulled around to his spot. There were people everywhere:girls, guys, idiot kids. They were all here for the same thing. Racing.

Glancing over to his left and to his right, Tyler glanced at the cars of his competition. Shrugging it off, he pushed the dial on the radio. Turning it up, he settled in quietly in his seat. How someone could be so relaxed to metal, was beyond anyone who had ever met him. Within moments, the starter appeared in front of him. Letting his eyes focus intently on her he counted down the seconds quietly under his breath.

As soon as the image of the flag being dropped to the ground entered his mind, he quickly shifted up. Unlike most he didn't gun it as fast as he could, using up any of his NOS. Shifting effortlessly, he steadied the car as he could feel it fish tail slightly out from under him. Forcing the car faster and faster, he continued shifting as he momentarily glanced down at the speedometer. As it quickly rose, he let the adrenaline flow over his veins, while he gripped the steering wheel.

ooc:Leaving it kinda open incase anyone else wanted in, if not i'll finish it next post =)

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Mac didn't take it personally when Tyler walked away, she understood. Walking to the side she watched as he took off, her race was in 20 minutes, but she was interested to see how Tyler would do. Pushing her way through, people scowled at her and one guy started to push her back. "You wanna go buddy?" She asked pushing him into the street, 2 feet from a speeding car, the man looked scarred to death and quickly walked away. "Anyone else?" She asked and everyone moved out of the way for her to see the race. "That's what I thought."

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ooc: no one seems to be on so im just gonna finish up my post ^_^ .. I know impatient.

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Feeling the car lurch from under neath him, Tyler kept his foot on the gas and the clutch. If there was anything he spent hours practicing, it was easy and smooth transitions. He worked for hours, and had killed a bit to many cars trying to shift as effortlessly and smoothly as possible. Seeing that his competition didn't have the experience he did, Tyler grinned.

Pressing even more down on the gas pedal, Tyler shifted for his last and final time. Within seconds, he had won and passed the finish line. Slowing his car down, he sat there idling for a few moments. People were outside of his car cheering and praising him. THat wasn't totally what he did this for. If there was no one there then he still would of done it. Granted, the money and extra cars are an added bonus but doesn't make it a deal breaker or not.

As he parked his car, Tyler glanced around. Seeing a dark figure in the background he scrunched his eyebrows slighlty. Trying to see closer to the man he shook his head. "Probably just the adrenaline..."he spoke to himself softly. Running his hands through his hair, he shut off his car. He was happy that he won, yet it was fairly easy competition. Stepping out of the car, Tyler forced his way through the crowd that gathered around him.

Conversing with the man in charge he looked around for a moment and saw that same man. Shaking himself slightly, Tyler forced himself to forget about that and stay in the moment. Collecting his money he headed back over to one of the escalades. Grabbing himself a drink, he sipped it slowly. There were a bunch of guys near him arguing over who was better. Shaking his head, Tyler smirked before walking away. "What cocky idiots..."he mumbled with a laugh. Then again, wasn't he one?

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Name: Elizabeth

Age: 22

Gender: XX

Personality: Elizabeth's probably not your average girl. You would think by the name she would have some proper manners, but she's just one of the guys. Her heart doesn't open up for many people, she's a cold girl. She'll knock you down with her words, but if they're not enough she's quick to resort to violence. She's sarcastic and witty, but when she's having fun she's nice and kind. She's the farthest thing from shy, she's malicious and caniving, passive agressive, seductive. Nothing far from the ordinary. She can be compassionate though, every girl has the compassionate gene sewn into their brain, you just have to earn your right to have her care. She's big on respect, if you don't respect her she sure as **** won't respect you. Probably if you respect her, she'll still spit at your existance. Just get to know her, be careful of your words though.

Looks/Description: Elizabeth has long black/brown hair with tons of layers and side bangs. She is proud of her hair, and she won't ever let you touch it. At night, under the moonlight, her hair glimmers with a shade of blue and in the sunlight her hair looks a very dark auburn brown. She is of medium height and a slender figure. She's big on tattoos and piercings, she has her monroe pierced and her hips pierced. Her one tattoo which is placed on her wrist are the roman numerals of her birthday. IV XI (but not of the year). She has plenty of scars, all of which are from fights. Her jeans always consist of skinny jeans and her shirts are usually well fitted flannel shirts or just a casual v-neck. If she were to wear a dress and high heels, she would be incredibly beautiful. But for now, she's just happy being tough yet seductive.

Other: (:

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HERE COMES THE STORM.!


Elizabeth came walking down the street from a local bar carrying a beer in hand that she purchased at the liquor store on her way. She was wearing a purple flannel shirt which hugged her body so nicely, it flattered her body very nicely. Along with that shirt she was wearing a pair of ripped black skinny jeans showing her fair white skin through the rips. You could hear the sound of heels clacking against the cement side walks, her heels were a brilliant shade of purple which matched her outfit very nicely. Tonight was one of the nights where she took some care in matching her clothes and making sure she looked decent before she went to watch the races. Her hair was a bit messed up from a fight she had gotten in down at the bar, but that's alright just added more of a look to her. She saw some people convercing, but decided to ignore it.

If the people wanted to talk to her, they could come approach her, she wasn't going to waist her time. She sat down on the curb beer in one hand, black berry in the other. She casually took a sip from the beer and lifted her eyes from the screen of her black berry to glance around and see the people here. Maybe a guy she could mentally assault or some girl she could make an alliance with. She saw that there was no one that really caught her attention so she threw her head back and took the last sip of her beer before throwing it into the grass behind her. There she sat, waiting for someone, anyone, to come up to her.

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~Aaryon~

Seeing the girl stagger in, Aaryon watched her closely. Even though it was late outside, he still adorned his leather jacket, jeans, and sunglasses. His dark brown hair set upon his head in a ruffled mess. Nodding his head slowly he looked at the other people around him. Talking quietly to the men around him he ended the conversation with a small nod of the head.

Walking away slowly, he went over to the girl. "You new here?" He questioned, gruffly. Only thirty years old, Aaryon was shorter then some, topping out at only 5'11. Multiple tattoos adorned his body, most were covered and very few were ever seen. Aaryon's only point in coming here was to conduct business. What that business was? Not anyone else's business.

Feeling his phone vibrate he stepped away quietly. "Yes? I know... I know... it will be taken care of by this weekend."Aaryon said into the phone before hanging it up with a slam. The poor flip phone had been shut way to harsh, one to many times. Go figure, why he had to have so many phones and went through so many.

ooc: for you =) New charry yay.

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I LIVE HERE IN KILL CITY.


As Elizabeth sat there she saw a guy walk over to her, she smirked and evaluated him. Her piercing green eyes glanced all over his body, noticing his messy brown hair and the way he walked. He definitely caught her attention. As he approached her stood up, stumbling over herself a bit as the toxicity of the alcohol was messing with her mobility. His question was straight to the point and rather blunt. She responded with a smrk;

"Does it matter?"

Her words seemed to drip with venom, but they seemed so inviting. Her voice was feminine, delicate and seemed air brushed. But her intentions were rough and not all that pure. She decided he was not worth standing for and sat back down on the curb waiting for his response


ooc. trying to work up some muse, but it seems to be fading. sorry for the short reply.

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Jack revved around the corner back to the Ferrari. "Lane 6, right now." Pulling into the lane, he heard a car squeel. not a squeel of the tires, a squeel of the engine. and a little rattling. looking down at the ferrari's tires, one wheel was loose. Shaking his head, both at the wheel and the sissy little engine, he slammed his shifter into gear. Most would rev to scare the opponents, but that also gives them a hint. that they live for speed. control, grip, acceleration and top speed all had to be level. without grip, how can a car go? without acceleration, how can a car get to it's top speed? and without top speed, how can you win? NOS was too much at the beginning of a race.

seeing the starter girl, he put it into first gear. Once the flag hit the ground, his tires were already spinning. The guy next to him was struggling to get a grip on the road. a smug smile appeared just as he looked. Jack waved, and he was off. clutch, shift, clutch, shift. Soon he was over the finish line.

Walking over to the center of the track where the ferrari's tire flew off, he smiled. "Me again. You do know that third pedal? it's called a clutch. Use it. I'll be taking those keys now." Another smug smile. he rattled the keys in the teens' face. "that's what'cha get for thinking just 'cuase you have a car, doesn't mean you can win."

Driving the sleek black Nissan back, he saw a woman sitting on the sidewalk. rolling down his window and stopping, he asked, "Need a lift?"

Edited by Mustangman

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IT'S A PLAYGROUND TO THE RICH.


As Elizabeth sat back down on the ground glancing down at her BlackBerry, she heard approaching tires. She looked up and smiled noticing a guy sitting in the front seat. She put her black berry in her pocket and looked over the car. She looked back at the guy who had approached her before but now she heard the man in the car speak, offering her a ride. She thought about it, wondering if it was a wise decision. But ****, she was drunk, everything seemed like it was the right decision to her right now. She bit her lip, thinking.

"How bout you stick around for a while, I don't like to get in the car with strangers."

She slurred her words, but she was definitely pushing the man's buttons. She sat there pulled out her black berry acting like she had no interest, she waited for another one to speak.

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Name: Vivian Taylor Dawson

age: 22

Gender: female

Personality:] most that know her call her viv or taylor,but mostly viv. Most would consider viv not a shy girl but yet not an over bubbly personality. She's roughly inbetween. Vivian can get cocky or can be sarcastic in some situations which throw her into a deep hole thats hard to get out of. The downside of viv is that most can read her emotions like an open book, but she has been trying to cover it for most of the part.She may look like a goody to-shoes girl, which is not entirely true. her outward appearance looks the part but inside is a slightly different story. She doesn't look for trouble, trouble finds her, in a common sense. (ha i suck at personalities, you'll see more as i post)

Looks/Description:Vivian Taylor Dawson has blond roughly curly hair that always accopanies a thick or thin headband that either matches her ecentric eye shadow or her outfit. thats who she is. Her eyeshadow is always a bright color which brings out her blue eyes. you will very rarely ever see her without her classic eyeshadow. She stands around 5"2 and has a fairly slim figure. she also sports a light scarf normally. she likes the vintage sort of look. On ocassion you would find her hair straightened, but not often. Most people often mistake her as much younger than her actual age, which viv certainly doesn't mind.

Edited by morning dusk

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~Aaryon~

Looking at her, Aaryon had to laugh. "Wow, grow up. Seriously, life isn't all about you." he said shaking his head at her. Waving her off, he shook his head yet again. "You know, if you ever wanna survive around here, you best get off your high horse." Aaryon said looking at her. Staring at her for a few minutes longer he turned away and stalked off.

Seeing people around him, Aaryon made some small talk and then brushed them off. He didn't race anymore, they tried to get him ot but he wouldn't. Ever since that time, back then..... Shaking his head he leaned against a car near where the drunken girl was. Perching up on it, he glanced at his cell phone briefly. Putting it back into his pocket, he sipped his drink while watching the races. As he saw the ferrari lose it's tire he couldn't help but glare at them.

Next thing he knew, there were people cowding around him. Guess his disguise hadn't worked that well? Shoving them away he snarled before speaking up. "Seriously? Get a life, I don't know who your talking about... Really I don't. I'm not who you think I am."He felt like shouting at the group of people. Why they thought he was that guy? He wasn't sure...

ooc: Hmm...not sure where im going with the new charrie....

Edited by -...X...-

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She smirked at his remark when he said "life wasn't all about her", ****, she never even thought that. Somehow he gathered from her remark that she was being cocky, guess he was just a defensive little gent'. The wind blew in from the east, the smell of the city filling her nose. She was aching for some sort of adventure tonight. Her hair danced in the wind, the light strands weaving in and out of each other before resting upon her back. She fixed her bangs and laid down on the pavement just staring at the sky which was delicately traced with the haze of pollutants. She lay there trying to make out the stars in the hazey sky, which was a failed attempt. She sat back up to watch the man walk away talking to some other men.

Suddely, things heated up, men began bombarding the man who approached her first. She saw the man shove the others away and she smiled suddenly becoming interested in his strength. Any man that would defend himself like that instead of perhaps just cursing others out was definitely an alliance she was willing to make. Although she was hesitant to make alliances, for she was mainly a loner, she seemed interested in the way this man worked. Although she wasn't quite sure what the alliance would be against as of right now, the thought of having one felt like a nice security blanket to her.

She wasn't originally from Detroit, she was from the midst of New York City. Her accent was different from theirs, but she had the same attitude none the less. She lived in New York City in a foster home until she was 18 and just put out on the streets. She made her way of living by working odd jobs and eventually bumming with a friend she had made on the subway. She hadn't had the best history back home, if you can even call that **** hole a home. Things happened to her that made her the way she was today. She had to be tough to survive, she had to be untrusting to survive, she had to be a loner to make it through the night.

She made many alliances back home, just to make sure she made it through the night without a needle protruding from her arm, a needle filled with HIV. She needed those people to make sure she wasn't raped or thrown into the prostituion ring. They were the people she called family, they were the only family she ever had. But she had to leave, she had to leave if she ever wanted to make a life for herself. Eventually some rich uncle she had died and she earned the inheritance. Now she just spends it on booze and a cheap apartment.


ooc. trying to develop her a bit more.

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