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A small nightclub a few miles off from the university, students with vehicular skills can come here to try and outrace others and relax, or even place a wager. The nightclub may be small but the crowd is always huge, anyone who even gets into the bar is considered lucky since the bar is already massively crowded, especially around midnight. Inside the club, blacklights adorn the ceiling, giving the place a purple glow. There is a bar on the right side of the door where drinks are served, to the left side a bunch of WiFi connected monitors pipe multiple views of the different racing zones. They have many different courses outside, including a mountain path with many sharp corners for drifting, the parking lot is closed off for circuit races, a closed road that leads to a construction site for sprint races, and a simple straight road for drag racing.

There are a few local legends that always get into the bar and drink free. Below is a list of them.

Raye-A young American boy of about 18 who managed to drag his way into the hearts of millions of drag and drift fans. He always wears a red wife beater and black jeans while racing, claiming the tank is his lucky charm. He has short brown hair and brown eyes.

Ayasei-A beautiful woman from Japan who is 20 years old, she is one of the masters of drifting and is very friendly, she loves to pulverize people at drifting by using intimidation tactics but is always trying to keep from being thought of as evil. She has lightly tanned skin and black hair that is always worn down. She once went out with Raye but left him since he was always being flirted with by multiple girls.

((The NPCs Raye and Ayasei are usable by anyone))

((The mustang GT=Muscle cars. Muscle cars are not the best choice for drifting....Tokyo drift lies =3= oh for the record that engine and that car frame wouldn't work because of how the weight is distrubuted....well it wouldn't work well....the 35o shouldn't have lost....))

Dressed in a black suit with all but the tie. He stood at a nearby corner he had observed the entire thing and well....the only thing he had to wonder was why choose to drift in a muscle car o-o. Shrugging he glanced about the area, looking at the Mustang-GT that just pulled in he somehow felt like his soul had died...a beautiful car murdered. Sighing he waved his kitty tail about as he sat on the hood of his plain black RX-7 Type R. Looking at Ayasei car's compared to Shinku's well....skill was clearly the issue here, and most likely the car choice as well. Walking up to the mustang with gravel crunching underfoot he tapped on the window to get the driver's attention.

He asked,"why did you choose to race in that car, nyu?"

((MARCUS EDIT: Of course, Shinku is new to drifting, so you get the pic! Also Tokyo Drift lied massively, I know! xD))

Pondering the question for a moment he looked at the car and then looked at him. Analyzinfg him and taking into the account he was newb. He pointed at a nearby white car and said,"The AE86 Trueno is a good drift car, it's light and has rear wheel drive and umm...it's good for beginners." As he placed a finger on his lip trying to remember something that he knew that left out he turned to him and said, "Oh, you might as well sell the mustang it's not going to help you, nyu"

Nodding his head as the man began to say that the trueno would be good for him. "Ano....I do both with the same car....I ripped out the stock engine and put in the renisis and I have some nitrous oxide for drags", he said as he placed a finger on his lip as he thought about it. Waving to the man he thought to himself,"I have to get going now" and jumped back into his car and drove away....

((I'm totally bored and needed to type somethin'. This is what I got!))

The white-haired, blind girl Hitomi wandered into racing club, hearing all sorts of noises. A University was a really strange place to Hitomi, especially the racing club. Hitomi carried around her staff constantly, and she felt around, looking for a counter or table of some sort, and felt someone grab her wrist. "Please let go of me!" She cried softly, her other hand trying to push the hand off of her wrist.

"What's a little girl doing here, eh?" A gruff voice asked, most likely a male.

"I just wandered in! Please let go!" Hitomi cried once again, her icey-blue eyes closing tightly, the grip on her wrist being tight and painful. She could fel tears welling up in her eyes. Was the person in front of her or behind her?

"Aren't you going to fight back, girlie?"

Hitomi shook her head quickly, tears falling down as she repeatly shouted, "Let go. Let go." Why was she always the first one to be picked on? Why couldn't she have been born with eyes that worked? The questions in Hitomi's head kept running through. People began to stare at the scene, but didn't bother to help. They didn't seem to care.

This was life.. and Hitomi had to get used to it.

"Shinku was in the club again, enjoying a drink peacefully when he heard it. "Aren't you going to fight back girlie?" A man was asking as he had her wrist seized. "Hey leave her alone you big bully!" He heard a surprisingly young voice call out. He put his drink down and pushed past the kid. "Excuse me kid, but words won't work on a drunkard..." He said quietly and walked up to the man, black revolver drawn and in hand at the man's face. "Don't you know it's not polite to pick on a small, blind girl?" He asked coldly. He had examined the fact she was blind by simply scanning her aura. As Shinku held the gun, his brown eyes were glaring from beneath the reddish brown bangs that usually hid them.

Shinku put one arm around the girl, keeping her up as he holstered the weapon at his side. He then used his right arm to pick her up and cradle her in his arms. "Hey... Kid..." He said turning his head to Gordon, his sharp features letting up a little. "You mind going to the bar keep and asking for a warm, damp cloth?" He asked quietly. Shinku may have been hard and ruthless with people f his age, but young people and women usually didn't deserve such rough treatment. He walked over to a booth and laid Hitomi out in one side gently, sitting on the table to keep an eye on her in case anything happened.

"Yeah... It was no problem... The drunks here always get on my nerves... It's like they love to piss me off..." Shinku said quietly. "You alright?" He asked, then heard her question about his hair and eye color. "Hmm... How were you able to see my hair and eyes? You're blind aren't you? Well... Regardless... You're right about it..." He said simply. "My name's Shinku..." He told her, "What's your's miss?" He asked kindly. He stayed calm and quiet throughout the conversation, his mind trying to piece together everything possible about her that could be discerned through her appearance. White hair's unusual too... He thought as he stayed sitting on the table. "Hey kid?" He called out. "Forget the cloth." He shouted.