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[cattamer]

((Hold on, Laeta needs to post her char c: We'll get moving as soon as Laeta's char is up.))

 

[Dozeji]

((Aight, just saying what my character is doing ATM))

 

[cattamer]

(( Yo, here's the kick off!))


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Jan, 30, 1:00 AM.


A blue Shelby BY350 mustang lights shown on two white dotted lines. It was a late, or early hour, but Tyler, the driver of the mustang, wanted to get back home to Idaho sooner than later. It was almost a month since the epic forty eight hour high speed race across the country. He didn't do it. He had planned on it, even going to L.A. for it, but backed out when the orders issued that the military were teaming up with the police force to shut The Run down. Several racers had been killed, and Tyler was driven into pretty nigh hiding as the police combed the streets.


But now, the military ha gone back to fighting overseas, while the police handed out speeding tickets, arrest warrants, etc. Tyler had got out of L.A. safely, without being spotted. He wasn't breaking the speed limit, ans smiled when he saw the Idaho state border sign. It was good to be back in his home state, though it didn't appear to be welcoming with its sands and cactus.


Tyler Ryder Shelton, mostly know Mustang. That was who he was. He glanced at the radar. No cops. A switch flipped, engine roared, and the mustang jumped forward, kicking up the dust of the road as it hit 150 within seconds. Tyler would have kept going to an insane speed, but it was dark, and curves were up ahead, so he regretfully flipped off the switch and slowed back down to 55. Still not a cop in sight. He may get home yet tonight for a hot shower and a good night sleep in his own bed.

 

[Soul Stealer]

Andrew sits down on the couch and opens his laptop, awoken in the middle of the night for unknown reasons. When he'd woken up, he decided to get that program finished for a client. Exactly how other clients had asked for many times, but with some appearance differences, but he always made each one different so he wouldn't get a bad rep for laziness. Even when the clients asked for the same darn thing. He types furiously on the keyboard, but has to stretch his fingers very once in a while, since he had only recently woken up. Then he looked at the clock and started at how early it was. He kept typing nevertheless, in hopes of a day off. There's a ding from his phone, but he ignores it. Then, a few minutes later, he notices that there's less light, and noticed that when he'd set his phone down beside him, he hadn't charged it recently, so it had ran out of batteries. But he kept typing. Nobody was going to call at 1 AM, anyways. He shivers in the early winter chill.

 

[Dozeji]

(The previous is gone, replaced by this)


Fricka slowly awakens in her bed. It was 1 AM.


"Ugh... sometimes i wish i would've got married" She whispered to herself, slowly getting out of it.


She slowly walks towards her bathroom, as she enters it, and after a while, peacefull singing could be heard.

 

[Soul Stealer]

(The previous is gone, replaced by this)

(Or delete the previous xD )

 

[Gradous13]

Jack sat in a large storage unit as he cleaned his M4, the main door closed and locked, his handgun at the ready in a shoulder holster. The unit was similar to a large garage and was located in an abandoned industrial area twenty miles out side of Los Angeles , this is where Jack spent his time if he wasn't roaming around. Metallica played in the background out of his sony radio, but it was kept at a lower volume so he could listen for anything or anyone outside the storage unit. A pristine 1967 GT 500 sat in a cleared area of the storage unit.


Jack finally finished cleaning his bolt when he heard footsteps moving out side. Within a minute, Jack reassembled the bolt carrier, inserted the charging handle accompanied by the bolt carrier and locked the upper receiver to the lower receiver. Jack inserted a thirty round magazine, locking and loading a round into the chamber. He quickly and quietly moved along the side of the wall towards the side door with his weapon at the high and ready.


The door swung inwards as he swiftly pied the corner to aim out the doorway, he didn't see anything so far. Jack stepped out with one foot and checked right towards the main road then spun around to the left, aiming down the side of his building. He moved with haste under the moonlit surroundings, clearing each side of the building before stacking up on the door. Jack went back inside and saw a man sitting in his chair at the work bench, "It's been awhile hasn't it Jack?"...

 

[BloodThunder27]

It was One in the Morning and Jessica Shin, otherwise known as the Drift Queen, was just up cleaning around the house. Its been nearly half a decade since her Mom committed suicide. Her little sister was now twenty-one years old and was in her final year of college. The main reason why Jessica raced so much was to pay for her little sister's college tuition, not wanting to deal with College Loans later. Luckily, her Precision Driving skills have served her well for the past several years. As her little sister lay sleeping in her bedroom, Jessica came over to give her a quick kiss as their Mother has done for years. "Love you, Crys." she said before exiting the room quietly and grabbing the keys to her Chevy Nova SS. Tonight, that was what she was planning on racing with. Not that it was Street Legal...But not like Authorities needed to know that. The car showed no outward signs of being modified and she kept it that way so that Cops wouldn't have to be suspicious. The Car's Body had been reinforced so that she didn't have to use a Roll cage to further avoid suspicion.


Driving off into the night, the roar of her Nova could be heard from miles away, as it was pretty much a bat out of hell.

 

[Soul Stealer]

Andrew sighs and pauses for a moment to check for mistakes, but a roar of a powerful car startles him. He flinches and says a choice word to the roaring vehicle that his mother wouldn't have approved of. He takes the moment to hook his phone up to his laptop, which already is charging, and once he begins to look over his mistakes again, he begins to recover from the sudden noise. He sighs, satisfied with his current progress, but continues nevertheless.

 

[cattamer]

Tyler pulled into his driveway, the crunch of gravel making him glance at his clock. One thirty. That was a decent time. He pulled into the garage, got out, locked the doors, shut the garage, locked it, and then headed inside for a shower.


After the shower, Tyler ate some food, not really sure what it was, since he was tired. Then he went to bed.

 

[Gradous13]

"So it has ,Richie, care for a drink?" Jack asked walking over to a refrigerator that sat across the room. "Just as long as it ain't piss water, ya hear?" Richie said with a chuckle as Jack opened the machine's door, grabbing a bottle of Kettle One. Jack gently took a set of short glasses of the top of the refrigerator and walked over to the couch, "I see you finally finished up the GT, looks amazing, wish I could have been here to help with the final pieces" commented Richie who now relocated to the leather chair that sat across a worn coffee table opposite from the couch, "Hey, didn't sweat it, It's good to see you again" Jack replied as he poured the vodka into the two glasses. Richie and Jack simultaneously raised the glasses up in a toast like manner and downed the strong liquid.


Jack sat up from a light sleep and looked at his watch, 0145, "Must have been...." Jack began saying when he saw the glasses sitting next to the open bottle of Kettle One, one empty, the other still untouched "....a dream" a sudden wave of anxiety engulfed Jack's mind as he stepped backwards away from the coffee table...


"HE's not real! FUCK! Richie's DEAD!" Jack shouted as he angrily threw the glasses and vodka bottle off the table "They...they're all dead!...I gotta go...need to get moving...." his breathing became heavy and deep. Frantically, he grabbed his bug out bag, food, water, ammo, load bearing vest, and M4 along with any other gear within reach and put it all in the back seat of the GT. He opened the main door of the storage unit then sat in his Mustang. The supercharged 5.8-liter Ford SVT V8 roared to life at the turn of the key.


Jack slowly pulled out of the unit and put the car into park before getting out and closing and locking up the unit. His adrenaline pumping and his anxiety flowing. Jack's head whipped around as he scanned the area in a paranoid, speratic pattern. -Go, get moving!- he told himself. Jack ran to his car as it sat idling and got in, shifted and drove fast away....

 

[Soul Stealer]

(Sorry, but it's one, not one one xD )

 

[Gradous13]

(Forgot comma)

 

[Dozeji]

Fricka is slowly walking towards the exit of her home, as she walks towards her car. She slowly enters it, and starts up the engine.


The car drives away, headed towards the police station located not too far from the hotel.

 

[cattamer]

Tyler woke up the next morning, and settled into his breakfast. As far as he knew, unless he got any text messages saying otherwise, there weren't any races till the next evening. Things could, however, change. He wasn't in Los Angeles anymore, where everything was scheduled. He was in Redbluff, a out of the way 'one horse town'. People who wanted a race would text a buddy, who told another buddy, and soon every racer and watcher in town knew. It was a system that the police generally caught onto fairly fast. The racers just sped up.


After breakfast, Tyler unlocked his car and garage. He opened the door to let light come in, as he wasn't a big power user, and started to clean the Gt350 up.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Last night, Gwen had some trouble sleeping. With a baby on the way, she had considered moving to a safer place, because the increasing street racing activity was starting to get on her nerves. She woke up later in the morning and got to eating her healthy breakfast. Right now, she was very heavily pregnant and her belly was getting bigger by the day. She could now barely see the end of her toes. With the higher risk of getting into a Car Accident, she had gotten a Tesla in order to keep safe if a reckless street racer were to crash into her. But if they did, their car would probably no longer be driveable. Best part was, she could go faster then most Street Racers, even if their cars were modified enough. She found that crazy, but thought it was funny at the same time. After eating breakfast, she took a shower and got into her car, unplugging the charger and leaving the house so that she could get to work.


Ever since she got pregnant, her employer has been very lenient because pregnant women needed more sleep.

 

[Dozeji]

Fricka smiles at herself, as she stops near the police station, and shuts off her car. She gets out of it, taking the keys out of ignition.


She leans on her car, staring at the police station, humming quietly.

 

[Soul Stealer]

Andrew finishes his work, and after approving that there were no mistakes or fixing the ones that were there. He packs up his laptop and puts his phone and charger in his pocket, then his wallet and keys. He walks out of the apartment complex and takes quick strides to his car. He unlocks it and gets into the old Nissan and starts it up. He begins to drive towards where he always spent the rest of nights like this. He pulls into a parking lot to a 24/7 café and parks, locks his car, and walks in. "Hey," he says to the clerk at the counter, tonight Marissa, a cheerful girl a couple years younger than him who he suspected had a crush on him. "Hey Andrew!" she says, and the only other person in the store glances up at him. "I don't have any more work right now," Andrew says, sitting down wearily in a chair to a table. "Is work good?" She asks him, and Andrew nods. His eyes begin to droop, and he realizes how bad of a mistake this was. He tries to get up but all energy has been deprived of him. An hand comes under his arms and helps him stand. "You should go home and rest," Marissa said worriedly. Andrew smiles at her and nods. "Yeah, you're right." He walks out to his car, but before he can open the door, Marissa is out beside him. "Do you think I'd let you drive while you're barely awake?" She opens the driver's seat and gets in, and Andrew gets in the passenger's seat, asleep before the car starts. He vaguely remembers waking up when he got to his house, stumbling inside, and falling asleep on the couch.

 

[BloodThunder27]

The day was off to an interesting start for Leona, a three year veteran agent with the FBI. Her morning was spent chasing after a drug dealer on foot, across Chinatown, partially wrecking the market outside and grocery store doing parkour left and right. When she finally cornered him, they got into a street fight. Seeing as to how he would not come quietly and peacefully, instead of using a taser, she got into a nasty street fight with him. From a fist fight to using improvised weapons like pipes and 2x4s, Leona came out on top with only a few scratches and the other man had to spend some time in the hospital to get patched up before being taken to the FBI HQ. After that, Agent Kang was sent to the Police Station.


Driving into the parking lot with her modified charger, which had off-road/all-terrain tires and a lift kit as well as being armored up, she pulled up and parked right next to an SUV that was obviously a Police Cruiser. "Morning." she said to the officer sitting on the hood of her car.


@JJKab

 

[Dozeji]

Fricka nearly immidietely looked over at the woman that greeted her, and smiled at her


"Morning" She said, jumping off from her car's hood, and approaching her. She extended her hand


"Fricka, nice to meet you" The girl said.


@Shimakage Thunder

 

[Gradous13]

Oscar was awoken by a soft knock on his office door. He had been up all night at the LAPD HQ waiting for the facial recognition system to come back with a possible match for his bother. A sweet "Good morning" came from the doorway. Oscar stretched out in his chair before running his hands over his face and yawning, "Good morning Sarah, please come in" he said putting his elbows on his desk, his hands cradling his face. "Here, I made some coffee for you, just how you like it" Sarah said kindly, Oscar took the large mug and took a drink of the warm, caffeinated liquid "Aaah, Sarah what would I do with out you?" He said, sitting back in his chair, she laughed "You would probably get in trouble for sleeping.... Again, anyways I need to get going, I'll see you later" Sarah replied before exiting the room.


Oscar sat up and tapped the key board of his computer bring the machine out of stasis. The screen popped up, a green bar with the word "Match" blinked on and off. Oscar immediately hit print, taking the information out of the machine he grabbed his tan leather jacket and ran down to his car...


Jack found himself by an abandoned stretch of beach as the sun hit his face. He started up his GT and drove into LA to get more supplies for The Run. He cruised at the 65mph highway limit and soon entered LA. Jack drove through the city for about half an hour before reaching his destination, Harvey's Guns N' Surplus. He parked and locked the Mustang then walked inside. "Welcome to Harvey's.... OH! Hey I got your order in last night, come on into the back" The man at the counter said. Jack followed him into a large room and took a seat in a swivel chair. "Here it is, 5.56 silencer, no numbers, untraceable" the man said, Jack put three grand down grabbed the attachment and walked out to his car. He put the silencer into his gun bag and then started the engine. Feeling hungry, Jack drove to a Russian owned diner...

 

[cattamer]

Tyler paused his car washing, to pull out his phone and answer it.


"Wait, hold on, repeat that again." Tyler told the guy after receiving a gush of information.


"We need you back in L.A., Mustang, and fast."


"Why?"


"Yo, It's a giant race. One mill jackpot. Come and get it speedy."


"But won't the cops shut it down?"


"The cops have no idea on this one! It'll be great. Anyway, are you coming? I got tons other people to call."


"Yeah, I'm coming."


Tyler hung up, and put the hose away. No time to wash his car now. Even if he did, it would only get dirty again.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Fricka nearly immidietely looked over at the woman that greeted her, and smiled at her
"Morning" She said, jumping off from her car's hood, and approaching her. She extended her hand


"Fricka, nice to meet you" The girl said.


@Shimakage Thunder

"Leona." She said before shaking hands with the other girl. "Nice to meet you too, Fricka." After releasing hands, she looked back at her Dodge Charger. No Street Racer was gonna be outrunning her in that little Monster.

 

[Laeta]

(Alright so it looks like I am jumping in way late...)


Sarah sighed and chewed on her toothpick as she looked over the horizon. A new day, a new batch of racers waiting to be caught. She spit out her toothpick and put on her sunglasses. She pressed a hand to her side making sure her pistol was still where she had left it.