|| These Streets, Our Playground Redux || ((Open))

Are you in?

Yes.	50.0%	[ 6 ]
No.	8.3%	[ 1 ]
Only for gold.	41.7%	[ 5 ]
Total Votes:			[ 12 ]

[Kohana Mishikoto]

Elissana Tabris

Elissa

Once it seemed that Miranda had brought SOME sense back into a flustered Alistair, the dark haired Hornet nodded to Elissa. She waited till Alistair was in his car before taking her place. Normally she'd wait between the two cars. But there was more than one car here. And one of them wasn't even really needed. Elissa shrugged. Turning her mic on, she walked the sidelines as she spoke out to the crowd. She got to her place at the starting line and looked at the grinning and excited crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Shadow Corp's FIRST sanctioned race of the year! Our racers have been hard at work! Developing their skills and team work on the road while also making some improvements to their cars!" She said smiling. "Today, our racers are here to pick a new member of their team! But who will Thunder choose?!" The crowds roared and cheered and called out their favored teams. "Alright, alright. Let's settle down now." She presses a button on a controller panel. This button enabled the sound systems in the racers cars. Their radios. Letting them hear her once in there once their radios were probably tuned in for her. "Now we all know the rules of the race and of the road. So let's try and keep it clean. And let's remember. SC has their eyes everywhere here. Anything dirty and considered unfair, they'll know. This is a race to test skill and worthiness." She looked down the row of cars then smiled after a moment. "SO! This being said....Racers!" A pause. Red light. "Get set!" Yellow light. "Let me hear those engines purr!" Yellow light...."GO!" GREEN!

[Monochrome Makeup]

Dimitri wasn't taking part in this particular race. He had already long ago settled himself within the crowd, for the time being he simply observed the race from afar. Attempting to gather as much information one could get without actually interacting with the vehicles. He kept his silence as the crowd grew excited, the noise of their cheering and what not thumping against his eardrums. While his gaze remained fixated onto the race, his right had simultaneously began to maneuver towards his right pocket.

Each of his digits entered beneath the leather fabric of his trousers, seeking a certain object. His fingers curled around a single object that had been shoved within the pocket, his arm pulling upwards to reveal a lighter featuring a large skull graphic with matte black finish. Meanwhile his free hand was occupied with fiddling with his left pocket, in search of another item. Hidden within the pocket was a single cigarette, that Dimitri had managed to keep from getting crushed and deformed. The brand of this cigarette was unknown. It didn't exactly have a certain name since an anonymous dealer had them specially made for Dimitri. However, he often referred them simply as "Suavis".

With the cigarette held between his thumb and index he brought up to his mouth, allowing the tip of the filtration zone to rest between this lips as they clasped gently around it, his digits releasing it. With his lighter still in hand he brought it towards the end of the tobacco rod, his thumb popping open the top of the lighter, the flame immediately ignited. The flame licked the air like a feline for a brief moment, he cupped his palm close to it. The end of the tobacco rod lighting as he allowed the flame to die once he pulled the lighter to a close, simply shoving it back within his pocket after it had served its purpose.

His right hand soon re-positioned after he inhaled rather deeply, once again he used his thumb index to grasp against the cigarette briefly pulling it away from his lips as he allowed the smoke that gathered to make an escape. Breaking his silence with a mere chuckle.

[xXFoxfaceToastXx]

If necessary shall we jump ahead?

[Kohana Mishikoto]

OOC
Kukii-kun says yes, he agrees to jumping ahead.
Wanted me to tell you guys cause he said he can't post tonight.

[salura7]

logan "Base" Remirez
Brotherhood



Logan had, had a split second before the race began to flip his music to full blast. The speakers vibrated the entire car with the rhythmic Spanish guitar's and he grinned as the announcer came through on the speaker's. He revved his engine and looked over his shoulder at the other racers. He knew most of them would tune out the loud music but the untrained one's would be distracted by the noise and that would weed out the unimportant racers. His now wild green eyes starred up at the awaiting light. His fingers gripped the wheel as he mentally sized up the competition most of them would be easy to over take but there were a select few he would have to worry about. He looked over to the car closest to the front. That guy was the only guy he knew here...THAT guy...was big news.

Green light spilled over the roof of his car and dash and as if the gas petal were an extension of his leg he pushed it down easing his way down. He would start at the back of the group as usual he liked to watch them as they saw him fly by the look's of shock and second glances always got him. This car may be a relic but the engine was top notch it had to be, his own father had installed all the additions had hand places all of the soup up's that made her take over the competition. He was finally in his rightful place when his thought's came back to the road. He was just behind the first place driver. All he needed to do now was stay there. It wasn't until he really focused though that he realized he hadn't juiced her fully and pushing his lady forward she took over the first place spot and then some. His smile was bright behind the old black helmet. his pearly white's sparkling even in the darkness of the helmet and he couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up his throat and out of the helmet.

Some blasted passed his car and exploded into the side rail's if it hadn't been for his quick glance at the side mirror he would have been hit but thankfully he had swerved last minute missing the near disaster but that smile didn't fade not one bit and he hit the lever under the radio that released the panel at the back of his car scattering marbles along the road out and under a few of the drivers cars. Cant forget the classic's. He was closing in on the finish line his pulse thrumming in his chest beginning to pound so that under the sound of the Spanish music he could here his heartbeat along with the music and the sound of blood rushing through his vein's and with that last thought.

The finish line vanished under his car.

((was that OK to do?))