2017.08.21: Drag Races

Drag Races
Summer night street racing
IC Date	August 21st, 2017
IC Time	After dark to late night
Players	Arianna, Heathen, Azrael, Amelie, Sharpe, Skye, Nicolai, Silvana, Apone
Location	D St. and Harbor Dr. / Abandoned mall parking

8/21/2017

05:54 PM Logfile from City of Hope.

D St. and Harbor Dr.

Here in the rundown section of town, buildings seem to be far older, dating back to the early 1800's. Their cracked and crusted surfaces tell the tale signs of old age, wear and tear on the ancient structures. The streets within the area are also have seen better days as the cement is cracked and caked with dirt, oil stains and grime in many areas from parked used cars sitting there on the side of the streets for God knows how long.

Trash lies strewn about the gutters every which where and about as cigarette butts fill within and around the sidewalks. There's a heavy drag of despair and hopelessness that seems to fill the 'air' within the area, simply lingering about like a second pungent wind. Definitely not a place for the faint of heart as one that doesn't seem to know their way around these parts could tend to find 'trouble' all too quickly.

Contents:

Heathen

Temporary Night Zone

Obvious Exits:

Dead Mall <DM> North Beach South East West Metro Transit System <MTS>

<---======##==============[ Event 414 - Drag Races ]==============##======--->

A get together for anyone interested in fast cars and fast bikes. After sundown meet at D Street and Harbor Drive, near the Dead Mall, and we'll have some room to go head-to-head to see whose combination of skill and machine can get to the end of the block first. We have "sponsors" for three categories of races; bikes, fast cars, and the souped-up specialty cars. For a small entry fee to make a winner's pot, try for a prize. Plenty of room for individual fun with your favorite nemesis too. If you prefer a side bet on which is fastest, we can help with that too. Remember, this is in Barbarians turf, so leave any other gang colors at home, kids; this is for racing for fun.

Date: Mon Aug 21 18:00:00 2017 CDT

Storyteller: Arianna

Genre: Street

Signups: Heathen

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[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 04:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 77.0 F (25.0 C)

Amelie has arrived.

Amelie dropped Roscoe Jenks.

Apone has arrived.

Apone gains one Magical Essence

<---======##=======[ Glancing around D St. and Harbor Dr. ]=======##======--->

D St. and Harbor Dr.

Amelie F 1m A classically trained Opera Singer with a mesmeriz

Arianna F 0s Dark-haired, tanned, mid-20s femme in biker chic.

Heathen M 28s

Apone M 27s Cuban man in an expensive suit, wearing mirrored b

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Azrael has arrived.

After sunset the vehicles should be starting to arrive now and then. The abandoned mall parking lot is a good spot to collect vehicles. And Arianna would be prominent there, sitting on a parked silver motorcycle, doing some fiddling with a handheld camera and taking a few moments to talk to a couple of tough-looking biker types in a serious way. Other than that, making a point to flash a smile and a wave to people as they arrive. The sound of engines is starting to really fill the night air in the area.

Down the street, comes a Ferrari. The driver eases it into a parking space close, but not overly in the way. Azrael rises from the car and closes the door. He looks the place over, offering a nod in Arianna's direction when he sees her, then opts to mingle into the crowd for the moment.

A black SUV pulls into the parking lot, and a large man gets out and opens the passenger door, and Amelie steps out. The man walks closely behind her as she approaches. He whispers something to her and she nods as she looks about at who is present.

Heathen has his small pack of supplies slung over the handlebars of his beat up old honda bike, sticking close to Arianna and helping to filter out some of the crowd as it approaches. He certainly doesn't /look/ like the bodyguard or security type, but he does manage to keep the crowd around her to a manageable level so she can get things started.

Skye comes in from D St. and Mission Dr.

Skye has arrived.

A black sedan rolls up, parking off to the side. Two cubans step out of the front, one male the other female. The male steps back and holds the door open in the back seat for a third cuban to step out. Alejandro offers a brief word or two in spanish to the drive and then makes his way over through the growing crowd to size up the racers and their rides.

Arianna gives Azrael's arrival a wave and a grin. And a pleased smile as he goes to mingle. The SUV and sedan get more of a puzzled look until they disgorge passengers, and Amelie gets a wave. But with more and more vehicles arriving, people would be revving them to show off or doing some last minute checks and tuneups. This kind of noise is why this doesn't work where people feel safe calling the cops... Arianna pushes off her bike, exchanging a quick greeting to another car with excited passengers, and heads over to start mingling too. Get in some introductions and check on who's racing what and who's here to watch. And mayhaps talk someone into trying out the first racing.

Skye comes down the street, walking. She bites her lip, looking about curiously as she starts to see the gathering of people. She looks like she expects it but she's definitely not a racer or a regular. She licks her lips and glances around nervously, seeing if she knows someone... or perhaps she's looking for someone.

Still moving through the people, Azrael nods to a few in passing, a few short conversations as well. He may not be the racer per say, but meeting and dealing with people he seems good at. He looks from place to place and person to person. He notes the new arrival and meanders that general direection, but not quickly. If anyone looks like they might flee, it would be she.

Heathen gives big, expensive rides and panel vans and the like a good look as they pull in, wouldn't do to have the party crashed. He makes sure to make eye contact with Amelie when she comes in with muscle, But as occupants file out, he just goes back to chatting up and moving along exessive attention. While Arianna and Azrael have seen him out here last time, Amelie and Alejandro might almost find him difficult to recognize. Gone are the fancy threads Vivianne dresses him in, only to be replaced by the same clothing one would see on these streets every day. He flies no colors, but a few of the people he talks to seem to know him by name.

Amelie walks up behind Heathen, and places a hand on his shoulder. Yes, she can find him in this crowd. "Bon Soir, Heathen. Behaving yourself I hope." She says with a smile, and a wink. Her guard staying close behind her so no one gets too close.

Heathen is a lanky 5'10", with steel grey eyes that take in his surroundings quickly and short cropped ash blond hair. He's dressed in a black slacks with a deep purple button down shirt.

http://coh.spork.com/index.php?title=Heathen

Heathen pages: meh, didn't change the descrip, just assume it's not as nice as usual.

Before you is a beautiful women that stands 5'9" tall. She has long wavy brown/auburn hair, and hazel eyes with long dark eyelashes. Her skin is a healthy yet light color, her cheeks are rosy, and her lips are red. She keeps her fingernails manicured, and her skin silky smooth.

Dressed for business, and pleasure, Amelie is wearing a blue tight hip hugging dress. It is sleeveless, and has a plunging neckline. The material looks to be similar to that used for a business suit. The skirt ends at her mid-thigh. She has on matching colored high heels, and a long necklace that ends at her waist, and lays right between her cleavage. She has matching drop earrings and a diamond bracelet on her left wrist. Her hair is left long, with bits of the sides held back with a diamond hair clip.

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The man stands at the grand height of 5'8", maybe 5'9" tops. Obviously of hispanic heritage. Mirrored black sunglasses cover his eyes underneath overly bushy eyebrows. His hands are always moving, even if it's just a slight twitch, and over all, he gives you that same eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach that you would get if you were looking at a surgeon that has definately performed atleast one to many unnecessary operations. It's really nothing about him you can pin down that causes that feeling, but it's definately there, gnawing at the back of your mind. Something isn't right here.

Apone wears a very traditional, if slightly dated, black suit with a dark green vest. Highly polished black wing-tipped shoes cover his feet, and the golden chain of a pocket watch can be seen peaking out of the breast lining of his jacket. The black tie is held into place with a small tie-pin with an odd crest pressed into it. In his left hand is a walking cane, black metal with a round golden fixture holding a globe of petrified wood as the grip.

Wavy black hair, crowns the man before you. It is cut short in the front and sides, tapered in the back to middle of his neck. His clean shaven features hint of baby face that he'll likely never out grow. Despite his youthful face, there comes a hint of experience in the icy blue eyes that return your glance. Nothing aggressive per say, but watchful and calculating of anyone that pays him obvious attention. Hard muscle gives the impression of someone who is dedicated to exercise, but not body building. His stride and the way he moves implies a self confidence that is impossible to deny. A tight, black tank top covers his upper body. Pale skin contrasting the darkness of the shirt, making his build a bit more obvious. Around his neck is a black leather cord, dangling from the cord a silver dollar. Dark blue, Levi's jeans cover his lower body, a gold clasped belt laced through the loops. His feet are coverd by simple, basic white running shoes with black accents and white laces. No real logo or name on them to speak of.

Skye has finally decided to embrace his inner feminine side. She's not at work and is wearing a form-fitting red dress that hugs her body. The dress is sleeveless, bearing her pale shoulders. Cutouts looking rather like a paper snowflake decorate the upper triangle of her chest, her white skin contrasting with the bright red of the dress. She has a modest chest, held tightly and highlighted by the dress. Her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, one side hanging in front of her body. A slight curl gives some bounce to her hair. The hair partly hides one of her light grey-blue eyes, framing her high cheekbones. Dark blue mascara and eyeshadow highlights her eyes. She is wearing a dusky pink lip gloss today. The dress hangs down to mid thigh, baring her long legs. Simple red kitten heels complete the outfit.

(Picture of outfit: http://tinyurl.com/jrl9x2p)

Skye doesn't notice someone approaching her in the crowd - likely not running away then. She bites her lip and then notices Arianna. She lifts her hand in greeting, looking at hte motorcycle. But she doesn't expect to be noticed, knowing that Arianna may be busy.

Heathen takes Amelie's hand and gives it a quick kiss. "Glad to see you. Didn't realize you were into this kind of thing. Glad you are here. Just be on the lookout for grabby hands in this crowd. We don't want to have to explain why you beat the crap out of someone before your bodyguard could intervene. "

[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 05:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 76.0 F (24.4 C)

Arianna spends a couple of minutes chatting up a couple of guys on motorcycles, all charm...in a pushy sort of way, with some gestures to the camera. Soon enough they're cranking up the engines to head out, past an arriving sports car, to the street. Arianna goes to follow on foot, flashing a smile and a wave Skye's way as she spots another familiar face. But she is busy at the moment, setting up those pair of bikes to try out a race.

Amelie giggles. "Sweetie, he will just take a look at them, and they should back off. I'm not that skilled to beat anyone up really. I figured I'd come see what it is all about. I'm not into this, but Nicolai loves cars, and I figured I could stand to learn more."

Satisfied with something, Azrael doesn't finish his approach to speak. A wave to Arianna makes Skye OK maybe. He moves his way towards where Amelie and Heathen are instead, but it will be a moment getting there.

Skye is completely unaware that she's been vouched for. She smiles at Arianna and then bites her lips, hovering on the edges of the gathering, not sure where to go or what to do now that she's here.

Apone makes his way over by Amelie and Heath. A nod is given to Heath, but it's Amelie he addresses. "I didn't expect to see you here, Senorita. Never really pictured you for the high speed low drag crowd." Then to Heath. "I trust you've been doing well. I haven't had the time to head over by Edwards lately."

Sharpe comes in from Broadway and Harbor Dr.

Sharpe has arrived.

Arianna does call out, "Any volunteers to drop the flag? Showing off is fun!" She's got a couple of guys on racing bikes lining up in the street while the mall lot is filling up with various vehicles, to get the fun started with a casual matchup.

Amelie smiles, "Monsieur Alejandro, Bon Soir. It is good to see you again. I've never been to this sort of thing before, but figured I'd give it a watch at least once. If you have time, please be sure to come over by Edwards on Wednesday night. I am having a get together, and would love a chance to talk to you more. We still have not had much time to talk."

Skye looks over as Arianna calls out but she doesn't move forward, seeming a bit shy since she doesn't really know much about waht's going on. She does sidle a bit closer, looking over at Apone and Amelie curiously as the talk.

Sharpe who has two thumbs and far too much money than he knows what to do with? This guy right here. Sharpe pulls down the block and parks a white aston martin db11. He steps out of the car and nods towards the group as he makes his way over

Heathen takes a position where he can both watch the race when it starts and talk to the others. "Good evening. Got to back up my friends, make sure everyone is on their best behavior and nobody does anything nefarious, at least to anyone I care about."

Stevie comes in from Broadway and Harbor Dr.

Stevie has arrived.

This man is tall but not overly so, capping out at about 6'2. Though his limbs are well-toned and muscular, the sleek appendages appear comfortable with their bulk, definitely not lacking the ability for fluid movement. His hair is kept short, looking like he had just gotten out of bed, but of course styled for that exact look and he seems to be sporting a perpetual five o'clock shadow. His eyes are hazel and peer out from under a manicured brow.

His suit is the latest in fashion, and expensive-looking. An immaculately-fitted, jet-black suit with thin grey pinstripes hangs from his frame perfectly, the collar of the pristine white shirt underneath buttoned up all the way, capped with a black tie. Highly-polished black dress shoes are on the man's feet, also of the latest fashion. A brushed steel wristwatch gleams under his left sleeve, if he should raise his hand. Carrying: A THING!

"Ofcourse, Senorita." Alejandro says softly towards Amelie as he watches the various vehicles line up. "I should be able to be there for your party." He lets that soft smile bleed across his lips. "I do love a party."

Stevie moves to Broadway and Harbor Dr.

Stevie has left.

Arianna gets a volunteer from those who filter out to the sidewalk to have a look at the first race. Herself, she steps out behind the racers with a camera in hand to start filming the racers on those sleek racing bikes and obscuring helmets. Engines rev and rubber starts to squeal on the pavement. The flag waves and drops, and they're off! A pair of bikes tear down the street, rapidly accelerating for a full block until they blow through the next intersection. There they cut back and soon come cruising back. Everyone watching should see there's a couple of bikers or a vehicle blocking off those other streets, so there's no cross traffic to risk. Arianna will happily join in the shouts as the racers come cruising back, flashing them encouraging smiles. Then she's heading back in to the lot to find more racers if there's not enough eager to get started on their own.

Sharpe lifts his brow as he overhears one ganger and he just shakes his head while muttering "Amateurs." His attention drifts over the crowd and he'll find a spot to be comfortable at

Stevie comes in from Broadway and Harbor Dr.

Stevie has arrived.

Amelie grins, "Très Bon. I look forward to seeing you then." She watches the racers take off. "Oh my, they do go fast."

Azrael moves around the area, listening and watching. He approaches Amelie, but merely offers her a smile and nod, still moving around. He wanders towards the camera lady, but doesn't get too close, just settling in to watch the riders, see who does indeed fair better than the other.

Skye jumps at the sound of the racers, but soon gets into it, clapping and yelling as she watches the race. She smiles and starts to relax a bit. Hearing Amelie, she grins and glances over, nodding. "They definitely do!"

Likely, Stevie had been here since the beginning. An attempt to blend in seems to have paid off and she just meanders about the people, hands tucked into her back pockets of her faded jeans. As the cars take off, she weaves between a few people to get a better look. There's no one she openly cheers for at the moment, but she does watch the event with more than mild interest.

Heathen watches the race, keeping the mental clock as the racers take off. A dejected looking blackmcat rubs up against his leg, strangely unperturbed by the crowd or it's nature. Heath picks it up a moment and whispers in it's ear setting it down so it can run off again.

Amelie's guard whispers in her ear, and she looks concerned. "Sorry, everyone, got to go. Simone...business is calling. Have a good night." And with that, her guard escorts her quickly to her SUV, and they take off.

Roscoe Jenks has left.

Amelie goes home.

Amelie has left.

Arianna goes back to the mingling and looking around. Until she spots an Azrael, at which point she goes heading directly to him to practically pounce with an excessive grin. "Hey, Farrari!" She gestures over toward the Aston Martin as she tells Azrael, "You and Aston Martin there need to get out here. Flashy cars make a good show, so I want to make sure I've got you two out there." She also clarifies, "Pretty sure I recognized Sharpe climbing out. So, go. Fetch." Maybe the demanding orders will work when they come with a charming grin? But, after that, she's also headed over to catch up on a Skye with a smile, "Having fun so far? Want to get a turn on dropping the flag? Could help with that confidence. Or, it's just fun being in the center." Skye looks a bit startled when Arianna addresses her. Her eyes widen. "Dropping.. the flag? Um.. well.. Sure.. I mean... Do I just drop it?" she takes a step forward, looking a bit shy to be the focus of attention potentially.

Arianna assures Skye, "Yeah, basically. If you want to make a bit of a show, that's good. But we just need a start signal everyone can see."

This was just her interest here, the bikes, the racing, Stevie shifts a few steps aside to a spot just recently vacated by the woman and her guard. Settling into the better position to watch, she tilts her head aside a touch and watches as the bikes race off towards their destination. When they return back she gives a half smile, appreciating the race for what it was.

Skye laughs, shaking her head. "i'll just drop it... Maybe I'll put on a show some other time. I'm not dressed like some of the girsl here!" She points out, blushing. "Just tell me what to do."

Heathen has disconnected.

Arianna gives Skye a smile and assures her, "Oh, just watch a couple more and you'll get it. I think we have plenty of volunteers, so we can just slip you in whenever you want." She also gestures to the camera, "And don't worry, identifying stuff will be getting edited out."

Azrael continues to listen to the crowd, watchi how they react, and likely as not taking notes of everything. He glances towards Arianna and reaches into his pocket. He holds the key to the Ferrari in the air and points a finger at the car, then at her, then at the keys. Message simple, you want it it's yours.

Sharpe's ears perk when he hears his name. He'll flick his gaze around and spot Arianna. With a faint grin he'll make his way over "You just need to drop the flag, maybe show some leg or ass and distract the guy you want to lose." He speaks to Skye in passing

Skye doesn't realize that there might be some illegality to this. " Oh! Um.. well, it doesn't seem that hard. I'm sure I can handle it." She says to Arianna, looking over at Azrael curiously as he holds up the keys. She blinks and blushes at Sharpe's comment. "Oh! Um.. no.. I don't know anyone here. I wouldn't do that!"

Arianna makes a face at Azrael and gestures to the camera. And also an eyeroll at Sharpe's comment to Skye. But, now she's got another task. Calling around for either a volunteer driver who'd like to try a ferrari, or someone good with a camera.

Stevie has disconnected.

Azrael wander towards where Arianna is and looks at the camera. He smirks a little and holds his hand out for the camera, keys in the other hand. No real interest in the driving tonight, but learning the crowd and willing to let her drive the car. That's what insurance is for after all.

Sharpe eyes the keys a moment and then watches Arianna "Guess you're up then." He jerks a thumb in Arianna's direction, speaking back to Skye "That's who you distract." he offers with a grin

[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 06:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 76.0 F (24.4 C)

Skye grins at Arianna and shrugs, picking up a flag and looking at it. She looks at Sharpe and laughs. "Well, now that's tempting." Then she grins. "But I wouldn't do that to her."

Arianna gives Azrael a highly skeptical look for a few seconds before she hands over the camera, pointing out a few things as she mutters, "Get a good, steady shot of the whole race and a good look over the cars and Shiori and I can do something with it." Then she snags the keys to head toward the ferrari. Along the way she stops to tell Skye with a little laugh, "Hey, don't worry about. Just wave it back and forth and then toss it down in the lights and we'll be off." She gives Skye's shoulder a squeeze,s hakes her head after Sharpe's back, and then walks quickly over to the black and red ferrari to hop in. Soon the engine roars to life and she revvs it a couple times before slowly cruising it out to line up on the street. The windows roll down on the way so she can smile for and wave to the crowd.

Skye moves over to stand in front of the cars. She looks a bit nervous as the cars rev. SHe licks her lips, glancing at Arianna. "Um.. okay. I'll be rooting for you!" She exclaims, ducking her head. Then she takes a deep breath and lifts the flag. Glancing over the crowd, she then looks back at the cars. Without giving a hint, she drops the flag, signalling the start of the race.

"Yes dear." Azrael comments in response to Arianna's directions, clearly giving her a ration of crap with the directions, but doesn't seem angry. Just playing around with her. He watches her get ready to drive, shaking his head and then turning his attention to the camera. He gets steady and waits for the race to start, not taking his focus from that for now.

Sharpe chuckles a bit and settles in to watch the race. He tsks a bit with a shake of his head as Skye only just drops the flag "Ah well. Worth a shot."

Nicolai has arrived.

Arianna is cruising that ferrari out to the street and smiling at the onlookers lining up for an imminent race when she spots Sharpe joining them. She hits the brakes, eyes him, then her new cameraman for a moment. Then she leans out the ferrari's window beckoning to Sharpe, "Hey there! Aston Martin! Get that flashy car out here!" She smiles brightly, but rather assertively insists, "The two fanciest cars out here so far are going in the promotional material. Get those keys out!" The smiles turns excessively sweet, "Or I'm sure we can find a volunteer driver."

Sharpe's brow lifts at that and he shakes his head "Oh no. I bought it, no one gets to drive it unless they want to pay for it." Though really he has more money than he knows what to do with. He'll go back to his car and bring it around alongside of the Ferrari

Azrael shakes his head as Arianna heckles Sharpe. She does have a way about her after all. He settles again and gets the camera lined up for a clean shoot. May not be a TV camera man, but he is a lot steadier than maybe he should be.

Skye realizes she was premature in dropping the flag. She quickly bends down and lifts it up again, blushing as she obviously missed the presence of a second car.

The abandoned mall's parking lot has been conscripted as parking for the racing event. All sorts of bikes and cars collected here tonight, and a mix of racers and onlookers to have a good thrill. Races are being set up from basically one intersection to the next. While the fancy cars are getting lined up, another pair of motorcycles roar off down the street to see who's faster.

Azrael the camera man. It can happen. Really. He stays focused on the race, not really caring much about the outcome, concentrating on getting clean footage of the race.

Nicolai drives into the parking lot in his 718 Boxster Porsche. He sets his car where the others are. He grins at Arianna and Sharpe. His gaze looks at the girl who seems to have dropped a flag.

Arianna gets the ferrari lined up with the aston martin, and gives the crowd and the competition a grin. Then the engine revs, getting ready for the race. The lights highlight the street ahead, and the starter getting ready to drop the flag. Two flashy cars about to take off.

Skye starts as she realizes that it's time to really drop the flag... for real." She looks at the two cars, feeling nervous as they rev the engines right before her. Then she drops the flag, biting her lip and tensing in anticipation.

Azrael continues to run the camera, nothing to see here. Just filming the race about to happen. No clever comments into the camera, just quietly waiting and watching.

[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 07:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 75.0 F (23.9 C)

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Sharpe rolls Dexterity + Drive vs 6 for 5 successes.

2 4 5 +7 +8 +9 +10 +10

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Arianna rolls Dexterity(3) + Drive(3) (6 dice) vs 6 for 5 successes.

2 +6 +7 +7 +7 +9

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Amelie has arrived.

Sharpe didn't really expect to be racing tonight. But hey it's all in good fun. Sharpe revs the powerful engine of his car at the starting line to play to the crowd. Then those tinted windows are rolled up and the flag is dropped and those two powerhouse cars tear off the line. Only to stay nose and nose the entire time down the street! Oh what a way to end a race, with a tie! Ew like kissing your sister. But at least the cars got to show off a bit!

A black SUV pulls up again, and once again a large man exits, as does a second one. The first opens the passenger door and Amelie steps out. Both men flank her as she walks closer to the crowd to watch.

Amelie dropped Roscoe Jenks.

Amelie dropped DeSoto Santiago.

Azrael conitnues to film the race between the two exoctics. Almost statue still, but he is at least getting clean footage. Has anybody ever seen him stand still this long? Anybody?

Arianna must be having a good night. Things are going fairly well so far. And then the racing. She takes it seriously and manages to time everything really well to keep that ferrari neck and neck with the aston martin. She brakes a little harder at the end of the course, cutting behind Sharpe to do a U-turn and cruise back toward the start. She does flip off the lights as she approaches, to not annoy everyone...plenty other vehicle lights around. But she also jacknifes the car into a prominent spot blocking the racing for the moemnt. Engine still running she climbs out of the car to wave with a grin, and then goes climbing up atop the ferrari to gather some attention.

Skye doesn't actually move from the center lane, so she's standing there as the cars race back and zoom past her. She gasps, looking a bit ful. Then she blinks, looking about, not sure who won.

Sharpe chuckles as he pulls up the car and steps out of the driver's seat. He'll lean up against his car and see what's so important

You lose one Willpower

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Arianna rolls Charisma(4) + Performance(3) (7 dice) vs 7 for 6 successes.

6 +7 +7 +7 +9 +10 +10

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Nicolai sits in his car an watches the scene, observing quietly.

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Sharpe rolls Perception + Awareness vs 6 for 4 successes.

2 3 +6 +8 +8 +9

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Amelie rolls Perception + Awareness vs 6 for 3 successes.

2 5 +9 +9 +10

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Azrael rolls Perception + Awareness vs 6 for 3 successes.

5 +7 +8 +10

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Arianna stands there atop the flashy car, bathed in various headlights and sporadic streetlights as she whistles and calles for attention. "Thank you all for coming! I love racing, and you all do too, am I right?!" She has a bright grin for everyone around. And it's infectious, her Presence washing out over the whole crowd as she gets going, drawing attention to her. "We've had a great start. Just a few things to mention. If anyone hasn't heard, I'm Arianna, and it's lovely to meet you all to share this fun pasttime. I'm really looking forward to more of it."

She waves over toward her conscripted cameraman and adds, "I'm sure some of you have seen the camera. Just so everyone knows, I'll make sure that's carefully edited. No one's getting in trouble from that. What it *is* going to do for us, is show off our hobby and get more people interested. Anyone that wants a copy, get me your contact info and I'll text or email you a link to the finished video."

She pauses, shifting to have a look around, but being quite pleased with herself and the attention she keeps going. "Everyone heard I promised prizes for a tournament, right? Now, obviously, companies can't go sponsoring events like this." She continues with a joking tone and a wink for the crowd, "So it's completely a coincidence that I have a voucher here for free labor on custom jobs from Mike's Automotive and from the Harrison's Honda dealership for the car and bike winners. Anyone want to compete, it's twenty bucks to buy in and the winner gets two thirds of the pot and the voucher, with a third for second place for giving us a good race. Now, is everyone ready for some serious racing!?"

Azrael smirks as he watches Arianna through the camera. He raises a brow at something, but continues to watch and make sure the camera is getting all of Arianna it can.

Amelie grins, listening to Arianna. She whispers to her guard, Roscoe, and he nods back.

Sharpe goes home.

Sharpe has left.

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D St. and Harbor Dr.

Amelie F 2m A classically trained Opera Singer with a mesmeriz

Nicolai M 23m

Azrael M 2m Dark hair & eyes. Pale skin. Million dollar smile.

Arianna F 0s Dark-haired, tanned, mid-20s femme in biker chic.

Skye F 49s

Apone M 3m Cuban man in an expensive suit, wearing mirrored b

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[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 08:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 73.0 F (22.8 C)

Nicolai gets out of his car and makes his way to Arianna with the money in hand. "I'm in."

Arianna finishes revving up the crowd's interest in racing soon, and making herself a visible centerpiece. She walks down the hood of the borrowed ferrari and hops down to the ground to join people. The magnetism and that strong desire to agree with how wonderful racing is fades away, but there's still that excitement to get in on the racing. Maybe after that speech plenty will? She's pulling out a notepad there to start writing down names and setting up car and bike brackets. More racing to start soon! And there's room for friendly or otherwise side races to still go on too. Nicolai's approach gets a pleased grin and an appreciative nod as she jots him down with a, "Great!"

Amelie watches the crowd, looking still to see if she spots anyone she recognizes stepping up to race. Her guard DeSoto whispers to her and points in the direction of Nicolai, and she nods back to him. She stays quiet, with her guards, as she does not want to disturb anyone.

Still manning the camera. Azrael just watches the interactions and the preparations for another race. Just not terribly interactive trying to keep the camera rolling and not miss any of the action.

Skye slips out at some point, having been distracted.

Skye moves to D St. and Mission Dr.

Skye has left.

Azrael goes home.

Azrael has left.

Arianna takes a while getting people signed up and getting the next people lined up to start racing. And then there's parking the ferrari out of the way finally, and retrieve the camera from Azrael. Az can get back to talking about side bets and that sort of gambling fun. Ah, without Skye there she'll have to recruit more people to drop the flags for races, anyone after some attention. Shouldn't be hard after that speech to find people wanting to be in the middle of it, right? There should definitely be a lot more roaring engines and squealing tires for a while.

Amelie pulls out her phone and sends a text off. She looks concerned, and whispers to her guard Roscoe and he nods to her. He then sends a message off as well.

Arianna comes up to Nicolai after one of his races in the little tournament of hers to challenge him, with some playfully excessive trashtalk, to a side race for fun. Since she has access to that fancy ferrari and is feeling pretty pleased with her abilities tonight.

Nicolai gives Arianna a challenged look, but his words are very few. He pats the hood of his porsche with the palm of his hand, as if it were a faithful dog. He slips inside, puts on his seat belt and revs his engine. Amelie continues texting woth someone. She smiles at one text, and then whispers to Roscoe.

Silvana has arrived.

Arianna gives Nicolai one of those ate-the-canary grins and trots off to snag someone to handle the camera for her, then on to climb back into that black and red ferrari. And, after a pair of motorcycles take off down the street she rolls her borrowed car in alongside Nicolai's porche to set up a race.

The parking lot of the abandoned mall has a variety of vehicles parked, some for racing and some for fans. (Including a black SUV the police occasionally give chase to...;) The street in front has cars and bikes moving in and out as pairs (well, mostly, might be the occasional bike race with more) of go head to head to blow down the street to the next intersection. The crowd ought to be pretty revved up too at this point.

Nicolai moves his hands over the wheel, sliding it over the leather. He looks at Arianna with a glaring expression. He waits for the signa, shoulders back, eyes straight ahead at the road.

Silvana arrives late of course. She looks around and finds a spot where she can watch what is going on.

[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 09:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 71.0 F (21.7 C)

With the engines of two expensive cars revving, ready to go, an excited teen out here on the street late doing something still kinda illegal and all, steps out in front of the cars with a big grin. A bandana waves back and forth, and then thrown down. And they're off!

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Nicolai rolls Dexterity + Drive vs 6 for 0 successes.

1 2 3 4 5 6

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Arianna rolls Dexterity(3) + Drive(3) (6 dice) vs 6 for 2 successes.

1 2 5 +6 +7 9

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Amelie has reconnected.

Amelie spots Silvana, and walks over to her and asks, "Bon Soir, Silvana. Nothing has changed with Simone? You are just here to watch, right?" Yep, she is hoping for the best. Amelie's guards stay close by her as she moves.

Silvana smiles as Amelie comes over to join her "No, she's fine" she pulls out her phone and shows her a video "see, she's fine" she smiles.

Amelie smiles when she watches the video on the phone. "Merci. Could you send me the video?" She then turns to see the race and what happens.

Arianna takes off with squealing tires again, as most all those vehicles to. Not at all hitting the marks she did last time. But still getting down the stretch in a fast car, accelerating rapidly until getting to the end, which is much of the thrill all by itself. But this time she got down there first? When she loops back and cruises back to park she flashes her lights on the way, and waves to the crowd as she gets back, before returning to the parking spot. She'll look pretty pleased when she hops out and goes to meet Nicolai.

Silvana nods "I can send you some video of course" She turns to watch the race as well.

Nicolai somehow puts his car in the wrong gear, and doesn't move for the first few seconds. He corrects it, and switches it into drive. And although he does his best to speed as fast as he can within the designated space, he can't seem to quite catch up. He finishes after Arianna, parks and makes his way back to Arianna. He shakes her hand, "Congratulations."

Amelie cheers and claps for the racers. She tries to make her way through the crowd, but her guards hold her back for some reason...probably too many people and they are being super protective since last night.

Silvana smiles and cheers for the drivers as they come back and congratulate each other.

Arianna shakes Nicolai's hand with a smile and a, "Thanks." Then she adds, "Now you'll have to keep coming back to beat me, right? And show off that pretty car?"

Nicolai nods, "I'm always down for a re-match. Thanks for the opportunity." He nods his head, then he looks at the crowd and sees Amelie. He moves through the crowd to head to her. He greets her with a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

Amelie smiles as Nicolai approaches and her guards take a couple of steps back just as he arrives. She gives him a warm hug and kisses his cheek. "Bon Soir, Mon Chéri! That was some race!" She of course knows nothing of racing, and is really just happy to see him.

Silvana bows her head to Nicolai "Good race" she then steps over towards Arianna to congratulate her.

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Arianna rolls Self-control(3) (3 dice) vs 6 for 2 successes.

3 +6 +9

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Your eyes fall upon a woman with fair white skin.. She stands 5'7 and looks to be in great shape, your guess is that she works out everyday or often enough to have the body she does. She looks to be in her late twenties. She has long raven hair and beautiful dark brown eyes that almost look black. She stands with a innocent but yet mischievous look to her. Looking at the outlines of her body some would say she is a work of art.

Today she is wearing a pair of tight black leather pants. The pants hug her trim waist and pegged tight against her legs. On her upper body she wears a red rose lace camisole, which almost strains to contain her large breast within. On her feet she wears a pair of simple black heels.

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Arianna glances after Nicolai and spots where he's headed, so she adds a wave over to Amelie. She starts to turn, she has that camera to collect and get back to work. Oh, but there's a Silvana approaching, pretty easy to spot. So she pauses to instead give the approaching woman a smile and a, "Hey, good evening. Thanks for coming."

Nicolai smiles at her, "I lost, but I had fun. Do you want to get out of here? I'll come to your place." He takes her hand, and leads her to his porsche.

Amelie smiles, "Sounds like a plan. "She nods to her guards and they walk behind them and once she gets in the car they run back to her black SUV and follow them back to her home. She manages a wave to Silvana and Arianna if they notice in the crowd.

Silvana smiles "I'm sorry that I didn't get here earlier to try and get in on the racing.. Amazing job maybe next time"

Silvana waves to Amelie

Amelie goes home.

Amelie has left.

Nicolai has left.

DeSoto Santiago has left.

[Weather] Weather Report for Monday, August 21, 10:00 pm: Current conditions: A Few Clouds / Temperature: 71.0 F (21.7 C)

Arianna smiles back to Silvana and agrees, "I think it was pretty successful. I'm meeting my goals. And no one's complained much. I think just about everyone's had some fun on a warm night. Pretty sure I can get another set up and start getting the hang of things." She pauses, then adds, "I may have to come chat with you about the cops sometime"

Roscoe Jenks has left.

Silvana bows her head "Sure, you have my number right?"

Arianna smiles and nods, "Yep. I'll just have to figure out what I need next. At some point I need to make some regular arrangements to keep them away. Seems like you're one of the few to talk to. So I'll snag you later to discuss that when I'ev got a better idea. I have a few days of work to wrap this up as it is, though."

Silvana bows her head "Of course, just get with me and we will make it happen" she smiles "Seems you have done pretty well so far." she smiles

Arianna glances around, looking pleased, "I like to think so. The bigger these get the more it's going to draw attention, though. That means more effort to keep the trouble away." She shrugs, "I just have to take the time to build up." Turning a smile back to you she adds, "I need to get back to the filming, and get prizes out to the winners before this is done. I'm afraid I can't socialize too much, since I've put myself in the middle." Her smile turns wry, "Recruiting good help is something else I have to work on next."

Silvana smiles and nods "Oh don't let me keep you then. Go on, I'll be in touch" she smiles "Congrats again" she lets you walk off to do what you need to do

Arianna returns to the crowd, joining in with the excitement and snagging her camera back. She does have some artistic sense she can maybe get some useful footage from. If someone wants to hang around long enough, there is a little ceremony to give out prizes to the winners and some cash to second place too. That will likely start winding things down, at least partly due to the late hour too, though there may be a few private races a few enthusiasts get into before it entirely wraps up.,