Ready, Set, BANG! (A Street-Racing RP)(FULL!)

Kommie Vs. Willy.......?

William! William! William!	20.7%	[ 6 ]
Kommie Definitely.	31.0%	[ 9 ]
I don't get it....	20.7%	[ 6 ]
Adam: OOH OOH! PICK ME! PICK ME!	20.7%	[ 6 ]
They should be friends again....Just saying....	6.9%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 29 ]

[Noble Oblige]

Kenny Law

When I Get high....



He still had some time to kill before his race started, so why not go to the party Cat had invited him to?Besides he figured while he was there,he could probably convince her to go and cheer him on.After all she did seem somewhat interested in him from the previous night.

Watching the white door open for him from the other side,Kenny took one last look behind himself,past the lawn that had become littered with empty beer cans towards his car to make sure nothing had happened to it in the course of seconds he had left it.Taking a step inside the house,Kenny took quick glance around before going on his man hunt for a familiar face.

...I get high off speed

[Totenkopf Soldat]

The sound of his car could be heard long before he arrived anywhere he went. The black hot rod rolled into town on the main strip and he started downshifting to come to a stop at the red light. He looked around through deep black tinted windows as a convertable '07 Mustang pulled up beside him and the cocky little s**t of a driver reved his engine and his ditzy blonde bimbo date, girlfriend, hooker who ever laughed stupidly as the pony did little more than purr.

A gloved hand rolled the window down so the two could take a glance at who they were pissing off and the woman slid closer to her driver and a cold laugh came from the cockpit of the car as the window rolled back up. A gloved hand flipped over a toggle switch cover and then flicked the switch before he reved the old Model A's flathead and his clutch foot hit a small button under the dash and a long puff of flame came burning out of the hot rod's exhaust and once he took his foot off the button he deactivated the switch and shifted into first before rolling away from the Mustang.

His liscense plate said, "Komndnt' as his laugh filled the cockpit again. Leaving the two in the Mustang shaking, and the clearcoat bubbling...

[KatieRose]

Double Trouble

"Thank you. That is all," one of the older men said, dismissing the girl. After her race with that cowboy guy, she had went home with the intent of changing and heading straight over to the party but a little phone call and it all changed. It also postponed Dante's race, as he was her driver. The delivery was now complete, though, and both she and Dante were in one of the upstairs rooms at the party house, two guys hanging outside the door. Was Dante dismissed, though? Of course not. He was included in the big talking with whatever it was. Cat was merely there to hand over the money and go make new friends with fresh faces. Dante had mentioned her getting cozy with the cowboy but she didn't think so. If he wanted someone to do that, he could ask that Heidi girl to do it. She seemed very eager to please after all.

"Right. See you boys downstairs," she said, giving a smile and a little wave and out the door she went, squeezing between the guys in front of the door. There were enough people on the stairs just drinking and mingling and whatnot. None of it was her concern. Catalina continued to bounce down the stares in her little plaid skirt and crop top hoody, smiling at people she knew. There were a lot of new faces, well, more than she had hoped. Most of them were so annoying trying to get in and fit in. There is such a thing as trying too hard. As she passed the window, she saw a whole group of people crowded around some lime green car. What was the deal? Was there a porn scene happening inside it?

Cat turned the corner and caught sight of the cowboy. He looked like he was on a mission but she felt like calling out to him anyway. "Nice of you to make it, cowboy," she yelled over to him but that was all and then it was continuing to the bar.

[Totenkopf Soldat]

The black hot rod pulled up into the busy parking lot and spotted the line green rice grinder that had everyone crowded around. The model A rumbled and roared past them, maybe even burning a couple legs or backs. He didn't know, and neither did he care. The little black car came to a stop beside a classic Mopar, 1971 'Cuda.

As the motor turned off he started powering down the engine's accesories and lights. The motor creaked and groaned as it cooled down slowly and the last things he turned off were the twin cooling fans, a pusher and puller assembly. The door popped open as a mirror polished leather boot clicked against the pavement, then it's matching boot and the dark figure of a man pulled himself from the cockpit.

His masked and goggled face looked around as the people looked upon him. His name was the Kommandant, no one knew who he was for sure. They just knew his dark appearance and his evil hot rod. He grabbed a hold of one of the young men that stood closest and his voice hissed, "I am looking for Dante...I hear I have a race waiting for me..." He pushed the boy away and straightened his coat, closing his hot rod's door and walked around it's back towards the house, in bright red letters across his upper back of the leather longcoat was 'Kommandant'.

[TexicanCookie]

"......you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk"

`Officer Adam Crawford`

Adam had been standing around still for some weird reason gawking at the green car, in hopes that something would happen that would stop him from having to go inside and find Erika snickering to David, about how much of a douchebag Adam was...yeah that was probably what was going through her head at the moment...stupid stupid stupid....

Adam sighed and then he caught sight of another old car. What was up with those old old geezers deciding they wanted to revisit the good old days again? At least this one had a bit of style, but when the driver got off, Adam had to just wonder if the man wasn't hot wearing all those clothes...Of course, being the good Cop Adam was, he didn't even move when the man grabbed the boy that HE had been pushing around and asked him where Dante was. So that meant Dante was going to race this guy? Oh woe is he....Adam smirked and snickered as the tall scary soldier looking dude walked away.

"Well Dante, I just want to see your face when you see who you're racing..." Adam muttered to himself amused, and then looking around, he smiled and started to climb up on the hood of the lime green car, he needed to shoo away the crowd....or maybe rile them up enough to trash the ugly green car...hey! nobody could blame him, he was just planning on doing everybody even the owner a service, the lovely service of trashing it....

"People of the wooorld! Or of this party!" He said spreading out his arms. "What oh What I tell you is so great about this car?"
"Oh my god! Get off of Scar's car, he's going to castrate you!" Some boy shouted.
"You." Adam pointed. "Shut the ******** up." He said shortly, then turned to the crowd.
"You're gonna get it" Someone else shouted, "We're gonna tell Scar"
"Oh yeah?" Adam shouted back. "I wanna see what that old man is going to do! Hit me with his cane? Oooh Look at me! I"m trembling, please don't tell Scar Daddy A is jumping on his car" Adam said as he started to jump on the Cuda's hood again and again. The crowd just watched, some booed some cheered, many others started to walk off.

[Totenkopf Soldat]

The dark form stopped as he heard the banging of steel and turned around to see a man jumping up and down on the hood of the green car. He started walking back to his car, he forgot to lock it, when he saw the man leap to the hood of the Hemi 'Cuda's hood and he had just gotten to the door of his car pushed down on the pressure plate hidden in the window's frame and heard the doors lock when he heard a clink.

He walked around the side of his car and saw that from the stupid younger man's jumping a small piece of the Cuda's fiberglass hood hit the side of his car. He turned and faced the man jumping on the hood and raised a gloved finger and curled his fingers into a fist then motioned with his first finger for him to come closer.

[TexicanCookie]

"......you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk"

`Officer Adam Crawford`

Adam stopped jumping only when the crowd started mumbling and he put his hands on his hips and said to them all.
"Oh...Look at mee...I'm sooooo Scared" He said stomping his foot one more time down hard on the hood. He turned and caught sight of Soldier-man motioning at him. What did that guy want? Of all the issues Adam had, he wasn't stupid, even though sometimes he did act like it.

"Oh My! are you motioning to me, sir?" He asked gayly. "Can't you talk?"

[Herbal Remedy]

Life in the fast lane....

The sound of shattering glass screams over the top of the radio, The Beatles muffled by a moment of choas. Next a tiny rainbow clad asian girl bounces into view, a white muscle shirt halfway on to expose a lime green bra and a small bottle of saki caught between rose petal lips. She jerks her head back and in one big gulp devours the last of the smooth liquid before spitting the empty shell to the side. The bottle bounces once before breaking into pieces with a shriek, the technicolour creature then yanks a pair of acid wash jeans over her bright red underwear and buttons them hastily.

"You're cleaning that s**t up Miyo!" an irritated voice calls out from an unknown place in the apartment.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Charley, I'll take care of it when I get home, I've got an important errand to run," she releases a peel of childlike laughter as her roomie howled, probably from stepping in the glass on his way to give her a lecture. Miyo quickly pulled on her knee high rave socks and black converse, then her lucky red beanie and massive headphones.

"Miyoko, I swear to god you're ******** crazy."

"And you my friend, are a prince, you're a ******** prince charles."

With that she was out, blowing a kiss to her friend before disappearing behind the door. Miyoko bounded down the stairs and out the moss green doubles doors to her apartment building, "hello baby, did you miss me?"

Her bumblebee yellow prelude seemed to smile back at her from its seat against the sidewalk. Miyo patted it's smooth surface before unlocking the door and jumping inside. She glanced down at the golden horse that sat in the middle console for a moment and then she shoved the key in the ignition. Popping a cigarette into her mouth and lighting up she prepared herself for whatever the stars had in store for her today. With a flick of her wrist the engine began to growl hungrily and she took off.

.... It's sure to make you loose your mind <3

[Totenkopf Soldat]

He lowered his hand and pointed at the scratch in the paint the piece of flying fiberglass put in his black car's mirror finish. It was a small one, but it was still there. He crossed his arms and looked up at the stupidly acting man and once again, raised his hand and motioned for him to come down off the car.

Underneith his long black leather coat sat an old Mauser C-96 handgun in a holster at his side. He didn't want to use it to make the man come off the car, but he wasn't afraid of force...

[TexicanCookie]

"......you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk"

`Officer Adam Crawford`

Adam took a deep laugh as well, and stopped his jumping, he was going to come down, but not to please this guy...mostly because he knew that if he didn't there would be more trouble if he didn't....though he much preferred to keep dancing on top of the green car,
When the man motioned at the scratch Adam scratched his head, and put his hand on his hips, and licked his lips.
"Oh Man...is that a scratch? I'm soooo sorry" Adam said frowning, he turned about and kicked in the Cuda's front windowshield, before finally and completely satisfied bowed to the remaining crowd then jumped off right in front of the huge soldier looking man...now that he was up close....the guy seemed like a giant. If there was one thing that Adam could relate to, was being upset over the slightest scratch on Lovely....

"Dude, really?" He said scratching his head, "Guess I should apologize eh? Well I'm sorry about that" He said pointing to the man's car. "But I sure as hell ain't sorry about that," He said pointing back at the green car with the screwed up window shield.

[Totenkopf Soldat]

He waited for the man to get off the 'Cuda, which the Kommandant was quite fond of himself, it was nice looking car after all before this lunatic started jumping on it. When the man stood before him he saw he was a full three or four inches shorter than him or maybe more.

Like a machine, the Kommanant's hands short forward and grabbed onto the man's shirt and slammed him back against the 'Cuda. He pulled him back and shoved him against the car again as the crowd started to come back, after hearing from the others the Kommandant was doing something about this guy.

"FIGHT! FIGHT FIGHT!" The crowd chanted as the Kommandant held the man in his leather gloved hands against the ruined 'Cuda.

[TexicanCookie]

"......you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk"

`Officer Adam Crawford`

Adam had stared off in admiration of the ruined green car, but when he turned around it all happened so fast, the guy had him just pinned down on the green car, slammed once then again, and Adam only had time to react with an 'oooof' as the continuing throb of the crowds chanting started to affect his ears.

"What the ******** man? I aplogized about the scratch on your ancient fossil! Really dude, you have issues, Aren't you hot in those clothes?" Adam snickered, even though he wasn't in the best of positions to tease and snicker at the giant man. He had to react fast though before the guy killed him for teasing.

"Son of a---" Adam cussed as he grabbed on to the man's arms and tried to tug him back only succeeding partially, so he began to kick at the man's shin, hopefully that would get him enough reaction time to punch the guy....he would of resorted to poking his eyes, but the guy was wearing freaking gogggles!

[Totenkopf Soldat]

A laugh came from the Kommandant's mask as he grabbed onto his arms and kicked at his shins, it seems the man forgot about his knee high leather jackboots. With Adam attached to his arms by trying to grab him he pulled him from the car's ruined form and slammed him against it again. He let go of the man and shook Adam's grip off before turning to walk away and spun on his heel with a fist locked and coming around, Adam's chest as it's target.

[TexicanCookie]

"......you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk"

`Officer Adam Crawford`

Adam's fightbacks obviously were useless, other than horrid fashion sense this man's clothes were, and also acted as a some sort of protection. So much for kicking him....but when Adam got kicked, oh there was nothing, absolutely nothing there to keep the pain away, because Adam liked and was wearing his low cut All-stars.

For a minute the pain blinded Adam and the adrenaline started to flow faster and faster as he was slammed down on the Cuda again, this time though he was shaken off, and for a minute he breathed but it wasn't quite over yet, the big bulk of black clothing came back with a fist, but this time Adam wasn't too keen on recieving that devastating looking fist on his chest, in one quick motion he let his legs under him give way, and slid down terribly fast unto the pavement, his back against the front tire of the green car, just as the fist came down on the already smashed up fiberglass hood of the car, barely grazing his shoulder, no time to rest though, with one swift motion Adam fisted his own hand and shot it foward hoping to get a good punch at the guys' balls....maybe that would give him enough time to get up and be ready for the next of the man's actions....

[Ryoko Kurohana]

Mike watched Adam jump on the car, and chuckled a little. Apparently he wasn't the only one who didn't approve of this Scar guy. He started toward the car then stopped as another classic pulled in, this one a polar opposite to the bright 'Cuda. He whistled as the driver got out.

Whoa... Big dude. He thought, watching the scene unfold. As he did the big leather clad man seemed to call Adam out, gesturing to him. Things escalated quickly from there and Mike realized that this wasn't going to end well. He dropped to a knee, pulling up his right pantleg and removing the snub-nose revolver at his ankle. He broke into a loping run, coming in behind the big man. As Adam was dropping down under the man, Mike was skidding to a halt.

"You might want to rethink this fight son," he said stepping to the man's side and leveling the revolver. To emphasize his point, he pulled the hammer back, cocking the gun. "Might just want to accept his apology."