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Post by Talent on Jun 27, 2006 20:00:48 GMT -5
'bod swerved 'is car up to t'e start line of t'e course reeving 'is engine with loud music blaring from t'e speakers of 'is streetracing car' 'e smirked waiting for Chris' 'twas a race to t'e death' loser doesn't cross t'e finish line' 'e reeved 'is engine 'gain smirking as 'e saw Chris' car pull up
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Post by Beth on Jun 27, 2006 20:12:00 GMT -5
she knew there was a race coming between Talent and Chris. she stood back watching what was going to happen. she kept quiet she was worried.
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Post by Bri on Jun 27, 2006 20:19:36 GMT -5
'he had came down to watch t'e street racing an' saw Beth an' guessed Talent was racing an' then 'he saw Chris an' 'he bit 'er lip. 'he leaned 'gainst a railing waiting for t'e race to start
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Post by Chris on Jun 28, 2006 17:59:11 GMT -5
'e rolled down 'is window, looking at Talent. 'I guess i won't be seeing you at t'e finish line' 'e smirked
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Post by Talent on Jun 28, 2006 18:12:49 GMT -5
'e rolled 'is voids { Probably not since you wont make it there} 'e gave a dark smirk reeving 'is engine as t'e start flag dropped' 'e screeched out onto t'e course turning t'e first turn as 'e picked up speed quickly
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Post by Beth on Jun 28, 2006 21:28:28 GMT -5
she bit her lip as the race started. She was afraid to lose both of 'em, even if Chris was an a$$hole she didn't want to lose him. She loved Talent and really didn't want to lose him either.
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Post by Chris on Jun 29, 2006 11:33:32 GMT -5
'e sped after 'im, speeding up so that they were side by side
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Post by Bri on Jun 29, 2006 12:17:21 GMT -5
'he watched t'e race an' thoughts raced through 'er mind
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Post by Talent on Jun 29, 2006 12:29:28 GMT -5
'e swerved between t'e oncoming traffic as 'e smirked' steering onto a one way street 'e reeved 'is engine as 'e sped towards a draw bridge' t'e bridge was beginning to raise' 'e looked to 'is right seeing Chris' 'e sped beside 'im as 'e took t'e bridge' 'is car flying 'cross t'e gap' tires screeched as 'e slammed down on t'e other side' swerving wih some diffuclty of keeping in control as t'e tires looked for grip'
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Post by Bri on Jun 29, 2006 13:08:38 GMT -5
'he watched t'e race an' saw Talent land then wondered if Chris made it
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Post by Dierdre on Jun 29, 2006 14:14:59 GMT -5
Dierdre strolled down the sidewalk, black sunglasses covered her opticals, black converse thudded 'gainst the heated concrete, a black sweatshirt covered her torso and the hood obscured her empire from view. Even though it was just over eighty and she was covered from head to toe in darkness, she didnt seem to be hot, nor cold. Opticals traced o'er the piteous crowd that stationed themselves to watch the race. A snort left the female, nothing nor no one were important to the maid at that exact moment. A smirk curled her aperture silently as she made her way towards Bri. Sopranos remained quieted.
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Post by Bri on Jun 29, 2006 14:24:11 GMT -5
'he looked at Dierdre, 'Five bucks that neither of them survive.' 'he joked
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Post by Dierdre on Jun 29, 2006 14:42:35 GMT -5
Opticals look towards Bri from o'er the shades. Facial features contorted into a serious expression. No verbs were spoken, for the female had became more distant, solitary and suicidal since Talent had kissed Beth when she was hostage. Empire tilted to the front slightly to Bri's joke. Palms were shoved into pant pockets, staring at the Scorpians on the other side of the street. A steady mutter of curses were expelled quietly.
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Post by Beth on Jun 29, 2006 16:16:04 GMT -5
she watched the race. thoughts were running through her head. she sighed a little. Her scopion leather jacket was hanging on her shoulders. she leaned up against the building wanting the race to be o'er already.
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Post by Bri on Jun 29, 2006 16:39:38 GMT -5
'he looked at t'e other ess. 'There's no way to break them up unless you kill one, e'en then they'll still b' in love with eachother. 'he wondered if t'e contessa was upset 'bout 'er an' Ryan dating as well.
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