NationStates Jolt Archive

Andrew looked around the parking lot of the night club, offering nothing but a lost, and confused, look. He wandered from car to car, nodding to drivers, club goers, and the like.

Four weeks ago, when he still lived in Croton, he was one of the more popular 19 year olds around. He did well enough in school, was going to college, in the INAF reserve (one weekend a month, two weeks a year!), and drove on of the hotter cars in the city, a white Integra Type R. With the only modification being an exhaust, he was still one of the fastest cars on the road, and more respected drivers. Of course, that was in Croton, with a population of 23,000 people, and three night clubs.

Then his father got reasigned to the Northampton Recruitment Base in the ICMC, and the move was on. In four weeks, there house had been packed up, the X5 loaded, and the seven and a half hour trek to Northampton was made, right at the begining of Andrew's summer.

He now walked around the parking lot of the Rio del Azure night club. The bigshot from Croton was now just a little fish. The kid with the up gunned Type R was now in a parking lot full of BMWs, Mercedes, Porsches, Ferraris, and other high end imports. Supras, RX7s, and NSXs held down one corner, and a line of E46 M3s held down another. He was alone in his Type R. He had bought the car used for 3k. There were cars here that had parts that cost more than that. He wondered over to a group of younger looking drivers hanging around a small section of Civic Type Rs, Integras, and Celicas.

He nodded to one of the drivers, and looked at his car, a 2000 Eclipse. "Hey, nice car."
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Ross leaned against his car, board as sin. The off white E46 M3 sat, off, and he spent most of the time eyeing up the girls going in and out of the club. Most were Spanish, some were white. He nodded at a few of them, and some nodded back. A few Corvettes drove by, reving their engines, and he just shrugged them off.

Like Andrew, he too wanted something to do, and to feel a little less bored.

OOC: *TAG* Got my charactor made, just waiting for the oppurtunity to introduce him. BTW, is going below age 18 a bad idea?

nope, not at all

The sound of a loud sports muffler echoed through the air as a 1998 Toyota Supra pulled in the parking lot Bass pounding. It was dark red with red tinted windows,red street glow and 2 silver lightening bolt decals comming up from the Snyper body kit. This Car belonged to Tyrone Delentti a half black half Italian guy with a rich daddy, over 80 grand was invested in this car. Delentti reved his engine so that his Nos injection hissed then powered down his window beside Andrew:

"never seen you around here man, whats up?" The young driver said loudly over the music grinning

In the seat beside him sat a Beautiful Latina girl wearing close to nothing but it was a single peice out fit made of white leather:

"Tyrone leave him alone haha, chirst boi" the girl said looking Andrew up and down

Tyrone gunned his engine then rolled up beside a white guy sittin in a Ferarri.

One of the guys who had a civic looked at Andrew:

"thats Tyrone Delentti..don't that rich snobby arrigant f*** get to you..what you got for a Exaust system?"


Tyrone was 6'3 in height weighed about 195Lbs, people said he looked like that actor Vin Desil..it got to him one day in his life. Tyrone was 19 years old, 20 in 3 months

Andrew watched the Supra roll by and go on to challenge the Ferrari. The white 360 Modena kept Andrew's attention for a short period of time, then he turned to talk to the man beside the Civic.

"Apex'i. Full cat back, down pipe, the works. Thats about it. I was lookin at some intakes, but I moved here before I could buy it. Im trying to find somethign cheaper, I dont wanna shell out $200 for Apex'i, and my buddies AEM cold air all but exploded on him."

He eyed the Civic. "You?"

The man nodded then smiled:

"i go with Greddy full exaust system, i got a AEM intake actully haha..she hasn't blown on me yet..back to Tyrone...he don't act like that when he an't around other people..by the way my names James Houston"

He stared at Tyrone's Woman standing beside the car:

"she's 17 ey.."


OOC: i will Rp both these charactors so we get a point of veiw from both sides :)

"Nice," Andrew said. He looked at the girl. "Eh, some girls like older guys. He better watch out though. From my expierence around here, that 360 is probably far from stock."

James looked at the 360 and grinned:

"yeah..this happens alot, he gets ballsy wins somtimes..loses somthimes...the baddest car i ever seen him beat was a Lotus Elise souped and man! i mean souped!..he donn show no body what he got under that hood..im sure it changes every time he loses haha"


Tyrone turned his custom sterio up so loud when he got out of the car, other peoples cars shook:

"so what you say man? lets do this for 3G's common now!"

The man in the 360 looked Tyrone's car front to back and shook his head:

"maybe another time...i ..they messed somthin up on er.. at the shop, trannys not shiftin like she should be and i don't wanna lose over somthin stupid like that"

Tyrone: "Tsk..Tsk..Tsk..alright but you come see me when you feel like losing 3 grad alright?"

The man smiled and slowly drove out of the parking lot, James looked at Andrew:

"whats your name man? o and that driver is William St.claire..truth is his car works fine..Tyrone knows he can't drive it though..and trust me..you are right..i seen his uncle light it up before..she hums.."

"Name's Lutz. Andrew Lutz. And its always a shame to see people have cars they cant afford." He watched the Ferrari drive off, and then back at the Supra. "Its a nice car."

James nodded and shook his hand:

"nice to meet you Lutz,i know what you mean though...Tyrone needs to be put in his place some day haha..i have always wanted to race him but won't in fear of gettin shit on the rest of my life.."

Tyrone stood out side of his car waving around a wad of bills laughing at somthing or other, the girl stood beside him glancing over towards James and Andrew ocasinally:

"chirst man! why can't they all look that good..they fight all the time though..we used to talk haha in 6th grade.."

James waited for Andrews reaction...



OOC: Imorta can you tell me breifly what this Rp is about? i understand the idea but i would very much like the DL :) thank you..im off for the night but will catch up tomorrow

"Damn, wish I was here in 6th grade," he said, looking at her.

Meanwhile, another man walked up to Tyrone. It was Ross. He looked at him unitrested, and grabbed the wad of bills from his hand. He flipped through it fast, and handed it back. He looked at his car, a 2004 M3. With a full AC Schnitzer, Dinan, Remus, and UUC run through, it was designed for speed and performance. He too, held a nice amount of nitrous, Zex Nitrous to be exact, but his was hidden in the car, no exposed bottles, switches, or wires. Save for an AC Schintzer body kit, nothing graced the exterior. No stickers, badges, or elsewise.

"Your not worth it, but I'll take ya," he said, turning his back. He walked over to the M3, and slid into the drivers seat. As he turned the ignition, the BMW roared to life, and purred nicely as Ross looked over at Tyrone, waiting to see what he'd do.

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Tyrone grinned then hopped in his car gunning the engine:

"you an't ready for this!" yelled Tyrone

Tyrone kept what he had under the hood a secret from everyone. He was running a 2004 Dodge Viper engine with Nos injection,new EPU,Cool Air intake and finally it had been fitted with Venom. Thats 500Hp...beast Total of 600 ponies, it was almost useless considering Tyrone would never go over 250 in a race..he could hit that without the help of his Nos, this car would be the death of him some day.

He pulled up beside the M3 and looked at the amasing machine then at the driver who grinned:

"im bout to wipe that off your face.." he said to himself presing down on the gas twice, the car roared.

The Reason Tyrone didn't have a complete dodge Viper was because they cost too much to matience, parts..he just had his father order an engine from his buisness. Besides Tyrone would never admit he couldn't afford the whole car. His girlfriend leant over and kissed him gentlely:

"kick his ass baby," she winked then stepped off to a corner..

James looked at Lutz:

"that M3's gonna kick his ass..i hope.."

James watched blue flames come from Tyrones Exaust pipes:

"you goin to school out here? Tyrone hangs out with all of my friends, me and him just don't get along very well..who knows you and him could be best buds like tomorrow haha, you goin into the club after he gets his ass kicked agaisnt that M3?"

James wasn't so sure about his conclusion about Delentti gettin his ass kicked..he was just 99% sure because for the longest time Tyrone had it he never opened her up fully, even agaisnt Lotus's and Corvettes..

Ross chuckled. He reved his own engine, the German power house had been tuned to put 600 at the wheels. With the standard chasis loss through the body, that meant an easy 850 Horses at the crank. He flipped the Zex ignition switch, and reved the Bimmer. Flames shot from the quad exhaust, and the sound of the super charger roaring drowned out the humm of the B&B TriFlo.

He popped the clutch, and let the tires squeal as he pulled up to a red light. He redlined again, and as the light turned green, he took off along with the Supra. The two were side by side for the most part as they roared down the street.

They were out of sight when the spectators in the parking lot heard more roars. Another BMW, a black 2004 M3, shot by, and a yellow Ferrari Enzo wasn't to far behind. However, as they passed under the light that Ross and Tyrone had launched from, the Enzo pealed off, and pulled into the parking lot. The driver stepped out, with his head hung low. He walked over to the other Ferrari owners, and they patted him on the back. The drivers by the line of BMWs cheard loudly.

However, the black BMW kept going, and shot inbetween the Viper/Supra and the other M3. It pulled to the right, infront of the M3, and tapped the breaks twice. The Supra had a nose on the White M3, and then took off as the two BMWs pulled away. The black M3 lead the white one into the parking lot, and the drivers side door opend, but upwards, not outwards like they should have.

He all but pulled the driver of the white M3 and threw him down. "What the hell do you think you were doing? You coulda been killed out there! Damnit, if I ever see you in this car again, you dont need to worry about dad, I'll kill ya myself, now get home. And if you come back, drive your own damn car!" he said, dropping Ross on the concrete. The young driver looked away, dejected, and entered his M3, driving off.

The driver of the Black BMW waited for Tyrone to return.

Andrew watched the sets of cars. He was amazed. Ferraris, BMWs, Supras. Where he came from, hed be lucky to see a Benz. "Uh, yeah, I am. We just moved here, Im registering for classes at Imitora Tech (The big university in Northampton) right now." He looked back at the club behind him, and nodded. "Sounds like a good idea to me."

Tyrone noticed he was racing himself so he slammed on the brakes and did a U-turn, he flew back up the road going well over 180 and slammed on his brakes again, the air stanked with rubber. He pulled up beside the BMW and looked at the Ross:

"what are you doing man? pulling out of a race like that??"

He got out of the car snatching his money back from the person who held 'the change' as they called it..

James grinned and wiped a rag over the hood of his car:

"i love it when he throws tantrums hahaha"

Tyrone's girl came over and went to hold him:

"go on with yourself woman!" he backed off looking upset he made her look like a fool

Tyrone was livit, he was boiling with rage:

"you pull out cuz i was gonna kick your ass huh? is that it?"

The man from the black M3 stepped in front of Tyrone. He held up his hands, and spoke directly to him. "Yo, man, really, back off, you got the cash what do you care. Anyways, I forced him out. Ross aint ready for real racing. Seriously, calm down."

A girl slid out of the passenger side of the black BMW, and leaned against the car behind the driver of the white BMW. "A problem, hun?" she asked.

"No babe, nothin at all."

Tyrone ran his hand over his bald head then hopped in his car, his girl went to get in to when the doors clicked locked. He took off down the street givin her heavy gas.

James watched and his jaw dropped:

"spaz.. haha hahaha lets get this drink ey Lutz?"

Tyrone's girl stood in the parking lot by herself, she started to walk away extremly upset...sence Tyrone came into her life she had no good friends no more, she spent too much time with him..

Lutz watched Tyrone drive off. "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec," he said back. He walked over to the black M3. "Nice car," he said to the driver. The man looked away from his female companion, and nodded.

"Thanks kid. I saw your Teg when you pulled in earlier. Not bad. If you ever need a premo parts, hit me up," he said, handing Lutz a card. "I own an import shop. Deals mostly with Bimmers, but I do work with Acuras and Toyotas too. Oh, my name's Robert, this is Elizabeth," he said, introducing himself.

"Thanks. Im Andrew," he said, shaking the Robert's hand. "Nice to meet ya." He walked away, then stopped by Tyrone's girl. "Hey, me and some guys are heading into the club, wanna come with?"

Robert watched the kid walk off. He looked back at his car. "Yeah, it is nice." Elizabeth punched him playfully.

"You better not give that kid anythgin that'll kill him. Integras plus walls with high speed factored in arent always a good mix," she laughed. "What you gonna do about that guy in the Supra?"

"I'll let him be tonight. Next time I'll see him, I'll show him a real car." His M3 pushed serious numbers.

Elizabeth laughed, and pulled Robert with her towards the club. The rest of the BMW drivers, a large group in itself, would watch the car till he came out.

James waited for Andrew as he talked to the guy and Tyrone's girl. Hse looked at andrew and said quietly:

"sure..thanks.." then started to follow him towards the entrance..

james's jaw dropped as he watched Andrew with the chick, when she walked by he wisped:

"bastard! haha"


Inside she club the music pumped and people danced and drank everywhare...

Tyrone sat at a small french fry stand by the beach, he got up and walked over to the Supra and popped the hood. He looked inside very carefully and said to himself:

"not good enough...it's just not good enough...but it has to be untill ican hustle some more money from racing these damn imports.."

With that he sat on the hood thinking about the days event's, he was pissed because he never stopped in a race ever! it was against the laws of driving..but why had Ross stopped...

Ross slammed his hand against the stearing wheel, pissed beyond all belief. Not only had his brother forced him to loose the race, but he had embaresd him in front of everyone. He slammed the stick through the gate into fourth as he rounded a corner hard, the tires on the less than impressive 318ti screaming in protest to the hard turn.

He popped the clutch, let the tires wail, and then took off in a straight. He rounded another turn, and ended up on the beach. At least Northampton had good beaches with open sand, as opposed to Newport, where beaches were closed to cars.

He came to hard stop on the sand, and stepped out of the car.

Meanwhile, back at Rio de Azure, bodies danced and moved along with the Happy Hardcore for the night. The DJ spun a nice Sammy mix, and Robert grinded with Elizabeth, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, both holdign glow sticks. He kissed her neck, and she pressed back agaisnt him. "Your apartment or mine?" she asked him, running her hand along his thigh.

"Mine," he said, pulling her towards the door. As they walked out, they past Andrew, Tyrone's girl, and James. He stopped. "Andrew, right? Why dont you and your buddies come by tommorow, I'll hook ya up, address is on the card," he said, handing him a card for his shop.

He walked outa the club, nodded to the other Bimmer guys, and got into his M3, letting the tires scream as he pulled out of the parking lot back towards his apartment.

James smiled and nodded to Robert then replyed:

"thanks man, see you tomorrow then"

James's attension was drawn when a beautiful girl walked by with a glow stick around her neck..he quickly smiled at Andrew then followed her to the dance floor..

Andrew nodded as James walked off. He then looked back at Tyrone's girl. He wish he had been into techno when he was younger. He was jsut starting to get into the sceene, and was decent with glowsticks. "So, um, you want something to drink or something?" he asked her.

She nodded and replyed:

"i hoped you were going to ask that" then smiled

She then thought about how everyone knew her as Tyrones girl and said:

"my names Naudia...whats yours"


Tyrone lay on the beach with a 15 pack of beer looking up at the night sky:

"ahhh ****..i an't drivin no where so im just gonna stay my ass right here and find Naudia in the morning...christ she follows me around like a lost puppy.."

He said to himself as there was no one else around...

BumP!

"I'm Andrew," Lutz shouted over the music. "What ya want to drink?" he asked, leading her towards teh bar. Despite teh loud music, the roar of two cars could be heard shooting by outside, and a few people standing by the door cheered as a Supra and a Skyline crossed the cut off point neck and neck.

Naudia smiled showing her perfect white teeth then said:

"i want a shot of Captian Morgan.."

She seen Andrew's facial expression:

"im not into 'girl drinks' haha"


James danced with the girl on the floor, she grinded up on him and they moved with the music:

"You gottah Number!!!" he shouted

She turned her head then replyed:

"no! but i do have a Honda Accord with back seats!!"

James smiled and took her hand as she drug him out of the club...

Andrew orderd teh shot, as well as a bottle of water for himself. He took a swig of the cold liquid, handing Nadia her shot. "Enjoy," he said, leanign against the bar.

At the beech, the very same where Tyrone was staying, Ross sat beside his 318ti. The car was modified to a degree, with a stronger, lighter cam set and a Remus exhaust. Other than that, the turboed four banger Bimmer had nothing going for it. He looked across the beach, and saw another car, and started walking over to it.

Tyrone heard the sports muffler then sat up looking into the distance. He seen a set of headlights pull in up the parking lot from his car, he quickly took out his alarm on his key chain and pressed the button.

As Ross walked towards the car it beeped twice almost scaring the shit out of him. Tyrone lay back down in the sand cracking another beer..

After Naudia orderd 3 more shots she was half slumped over sitting on a bar stool:

"so err...Andrew where are you from hehe" she had a drunk look on her face then rested her head on her hands with her arms on the bar..

"Tyrone isn't a baad gguuy..he's jusst Tyrone! haaaaa" she laughed at her lame comment and realised she was being stupid then sat up..

Ross continued walking over to the Supra, hands in his pockets. "Sup," he said, not knowing who owned the car, or what car it was.

Back at the club, Andrew watched Nadia. He lifted her off her bar stool, and walked her outside, in case she had to vommit. "Why dont you let me take ya home, and we can talk more tommorow, let you sleep this shit off. Where ya live?"

Tyrone sat his beer on the roof of the car and said:

"what's up,that your BMW man? it's hard a hell.."

Tyrone never seen this kid around before and it's not everyday some one you don't know said hi to Tyrone Delentti..he respected that:

"what are you up to tonight, names Delentti..Tyrone Delentti, you?"


At the club Naudia put her arm around Andrew and stumbled out:

"i live in the burbs, 550 Samson drive..you know where Tyrone Delentti lives?? i live in the house beside his..the one with glass windows and like 5 floors?..theres a Lexus in the driveway but my parents are off in Baccardi.."

Ross stopped at the name. It was the same guy he had tried to race earlier in his dad's M3, before his asswipe of a brother had pulled him out. Tyrone hadn't said anythgin though, so he kept quiet. "Yeah, it is. It only outs 215 at the wheels, nothgin major, but it works. My name's Ross, im just out clearing my head."

Andrew knew where Nadia was talking about, his family lived close to the street. He helped her into his Integra, and kept the window down in case she had to throw up. He climbed in the driver's side, and ignited the engine, driving off towards James, who was walking towards an Accord. "Hey man, heres my number. Call me when you wanna go to that guys stor tommora, ok?"

He handed James a piece of paper, and the sped out of the parking lot. A Subaru chased after him, and returned soon, the driver looking a bit dejected.

Tyrone shook his hand:

"yeah man, im doin the same thing..yo..you doin anything tomorrow..my schudule is free if you want me to have a look at your ride ey? come down my dad's shop on Beach Ave it's all good man, and you have to be the first person who hasn't herd of me haha"


Naudia was close to passing out:

"er..Andrew will you take me in myy house??i don't know if i c ... can make it myself"

She stutterd...



James nodded, took the paper and skipped towards the girls car:

'alright man! see you tomorrow!!"

"Yeah man, I'll do that. It'll piss of my brother, but screw him."

Andrew lifted up Nadia, and carried her to the front door wich was thankfully unlocked. He walked her into the main foyer, and looked around. "Nice place," he said.

Tyrone looked at Ross and tryed to re arrange his face a little:

"are..are you.." he didn't finish the sentance but just started laughing

He stopped and patted Ross on the shoulder:

"it's all good man, hah, o0o man aight ..im just a little drunk haha who's your brother?"


Naudia looked at Andrew and smiled:

"thank you Andrew, you are very nice you know that?"

She paused then continued:

"do you ..sorry would you like a drink or..somthing?" she quickly turned her head as she realized she was looking right into his eyes

"im sorry ha..please come to the den and sit?"

"Robert Fortier. He owns and runs Northampton Import Performace Solutions, down off Verston Drive, right on the beach. Works mostly with BMWs and Benzes, but does Acuras and Toyotas on a regular basis, and a few Nissans."

Andrew looked around, then followed Nadia. "I cant stay to long, but sure. I'll take a bottle a watter?"

Tyrone nodded then said:

"my father owns Delentti Preformance down on Rutherford, but drop by tomorrow for sure,my paps works with Lamborgini,Ferarri,Lotus..imports really..thats where i get my parts haha"

He thought about Rob:

"me and him don't get along very well...but that has nothin to do with us now does it.."


Naudia nodded and turned off the T.V:

"Andrew can you help me..err get to my room so i can goto sleep?"

She said this looking right in Andrews eyes, she was un-doing the tie which held her shirt up..

When Andrew opened his mouth to reply her eyes started to shut and she slumped down on the sofa...



James flew down the streets in a great mood double clutching:

"yeeee f***** haaaaaaaaa" he yelled out the window then turned up his music to 25

The car rattled with the Bass, he was on his way home when he drove past Lutz's car in Naudia's drive way:

"o0o f*** Lutz what you go and do now haha pimp.."

He gunned the engine and floored it off into the night....

Andrew looked down at Nadia, out like a light. He had been there before. He picked her up, and walked her to her room, and laid her on the bed. He pulled the covers up over her, and walked out. In a moment of pure car dorkery, he looked towards a window as James drove by. "Full GReedy exahust system, CAI, sounds like an Si, a little too low to be a Type R."

He walked out of the house, making sure to close the door, and slid into his Integra. He pulled out of the driveway, and drove off slowly. He didnt believe in silencers, and the Apex'i N1 was to damn loud for him to let go in the neighborhood.

He drove home, and went to bed himself.

At the beach, Ross looked out into the ocean. "Delentti, yeah, I seen it. Rob's never mentioned you, but then again, he dont live at home anymore, and whenever he is hime, he and my dad are working on the car. I never really bonded with him, he was always working on his car, or with Elizabeth."

Tyrone smiled then replyed:

"yeah i see him around, only time we talk is when we beefin haha but yeah man, it's all good i'll get you hooked up tomorrow...i got 1 more favor to ask hah, i'll give you money for a cab if you drive me home..i don't feel like f**** my ride up tonight, plus i gottah make up with the woman tomorrow haha, can't die without that"


Naudia watched as Andrew walked out, she felt sucure around him already..she compared him to Tyrone then fell asleep again...

OOC: What is this RP about?
A 23 year old man enters a 1970 Chevelle SS 454, red with black racing stripes on the hood. He drives to the club.

OOC:It's a rest from political issues,basicly a bunch of young people with hot cars and hott babes. Life in Imitora at night :) join on in though, it's open...

BUMP

OOC: Bacardi has it right, just a character based RP about the mad night life in Imitora.

IC:

"Yeah man, no prob," Ross said. "I'll be right back." He walked over to his 318, jumped in, and hopped over to Tyrone. He waited for Tyrone to get in, and then popped into gear. He drove off the beach, and then gunned it hard. The tires screamed through first (and most of second), as the Bimmer shot down the road.

After Tyrone got in the car he realised:

"heey Ross this an't my car! can u drive my car to my house! ill give you cab money!"

He waited for Rosses reply, this would be the only person who ever drove Tyrones's car besides himself which ment some one else could get the feel for what was under the hood...

"Yeah man, no prob. I'll drop you off, then go get your car. I know some guys that live at the beach, have them bring my car. That cool?" he asked at a red light. If Tyrone wanted Ross to drive him home in the Supra, he could just pull a U-Turn, and leave his car at the beach over night.

Tyrone looked him in the eyes then replyed:

"alright man...drive me home then pick up my ride..at least you are doing it...i trust you"

Tyrone dropped his keys on the dashboard and looked back over at Ross, he wasn't a bad kid and Tyrone knew if he F***** him over he would get his ass kicked...he liked this guy, no1 else would have suggested that to Tyrone, not even Naudia..

"Yeah man, no prob. I'll drop you off, then go get your car. I know some guys that live at the beach, have them bring my car. That cool?" he asked at a red light. If Tyrone wanted Ross to drive him home in the Supra, he could just pull a U-Turn, and leave his car at the beach over night.

A 23 year old man enters a 1970 Chevelle SS 454, red with black racing stripes on the hood. He drives to the club. He gets out of his car at the club and plays Tiny Dancer on his guitar in the parking lot.

The parking lot, full as ever, stopped the usuall rowdiness as the man pulled up in teh Chevelle. His first mistake was to be driving an American car. The second, to stop at the club, and the thrid, well, Tiny Dancer was a gay song in the eyes of the club goers.

One, a driver of a black Acura NSX, turned and looked at his buddies. "Man, whats up with this country punk?" He turned, and approached the driver.

Meanwhile, on Highway 121, the Supra sped along at a conservative 90mph, and Ross exited where he was supposed to. He pulled up to a stoplight next to a car he hoped he wouldn't see.

The black BMW emited a 'Burbleing' Rasp as it idled, thanks to a full custom exhaust, from engine block to outlet. It rode low on a set of Hamman PG2s, 19x8.5 all the way around. A custom ordered Hamman semi wide body kit outlined the black shape in the night. A whistle from under the hood sounded off the twin turbo. It was Robert's car.

Ross looked over, and out of pure instinct, he click the Supra into nuetral, depressed teh clutch, and revved it once. The car shook with power. Robert, not knowing that it was Ross driving, revved back. The heavily modified I6 bounced of the rev limiter, and the BMW screamed with power.

Robert looked over at Elizabeth, who was pulling her skirt back over her knees. "Guess I gotta wait till we get to my place, huh?" she asked. Robert jut nodded. He clicked the paddle shifter into nuetral.

Ross stared at the light, and when it turned green, he qucikly shifted and punched it, burning the tires off the line. Robert did the same. They two cars stayed neck and neck for a good hundred feet, and Ross pumped into third, the Supra nosing on the BMW. In fourth, the M3s nose was with the Supra's door. However, something sounded different. He rolled the window down slightly, and listened to the BMW. Thats when he picked it up, Robert was toying with him. The Bimmer was only in second gear.

It was then that he looked up, and pressed the Nitrous button. He began to pull ahead slowly, when it happened. Robert upshifted into third, and the BMW's engine seemed to emit a scream. It rocketed past the Supra, and continued to gain. Ross, no matter what, knew he lost. He downshifted back into third, letting the Viper engine unload, and he pulled off the street, into a side road that would take him to Tyrone's house. He dropped off the car, and then began to walk slowly away. He thought about teh race that had just happened, wondering how the hell he lost. He could feel the power of teh Supra, but it was as if it just wasn't enough. A friend in a modified Eclipse drove by, and stopped having seen him.

Ross jumped into the Eclipse, and told the driver to take him back to the beach.

Meanwhile, Andrew had already passed out in his bed, setting his alarm to wake him at 10:30am the next day.

James rolled over as his alarm clock was going ape shit:

"uhhh" he moaned then punched it off the bed table...

He got up and drug his ass to the shower. When he got out he looked at the time 10:30:

"gotta call Lutz and get tha Dlo bout him and Naudia haaa haaaa"

He put on a pair of Rocka-wear jeans then picked up the phone in his room dialing Lutz's #:

"eyyy! Lutz you pimp haha, hook up wit Naudia? when we hittin up that garage?"


Tyrone woke up and quickly looked out the window to see his Supra in the drive way:

"ahh baby right where you should be" he looked next door to see Naudia's Lexus not in the drive way

"ahh prob out shoppin er somthin..i gotta find that Ross kid later, i respect him...even put my ride back heh.." he thought to himself as he went downstairs still in his pajama pants...

He didn't even know he 'lost' to Rob last night apparently....


Naudia was on her way to Jame's house who she hadn't talked to in years to ask where Andrew lived...

Andrew rolled outa bed, answering the cell phone. "Hey? Oh hey man. Naw, nothin happend. Really. Um, hows 12 sound? I'll meet ya at the shop. Ok, talk to ya later."

Andrew stummbled downstairs, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and walked out to his car. He pulled out of his driveway and headed towards teh highway. He needed to fill up before going to hte shop.

The yellow 'Teg pulled into the Northampton Import Performance Solutions parking lot, and pulled into an open space. He popped the handbrake, and depressed the clutch, teh stick jumping into a nuetral spot. He exited the car, and realised in this part of Northampton, there was no need for the lock. He looked around for James.

Ross, on the other hand, was just waking up. He walked downstairs, ignoring his mother, and walked into the garrage, where he looked at his little 318 next to his father's M3. He remebered last night, and went back into his house to get dressed.

James came crusin down the street with his Mobb Deep Cd poundin. He dropped his gear then pulled into the shop turning down his music and powered down the windows to see Lutz:

"sup buddy,Guess who dropped by my house! Naudia! i err..gave her your celly #...she didn't come to visit me heh.."

He got out of the car and shut the door...


Tyrone got dressed and walked outside into the sunlight:

"ahh another f***** up morning!" he grinned and walked to his car remembering to goto the shop and meet Ross..

The parking lot was filled with high end and rather fast looking imports. Groups mulled around cars, looking at motors and listening to music. "Cool," Lutz said, walking inside. "What she want?"

Inside, there were less people, bet enough to make it look like a decent buisness. The floorw as a glossy reflective black marble, and parts hung from walls and moutned in display cases. In a large open spot, a BMW Z3 with an AC Schnitzer kit sat with its doors open, music turned up high enough so that it filled the shop, but quiet enough so that a conversation could be held at a reasonable voice level.

A girl looked over her shoulder, noted Andrew and James, then went back to looking at an intake and manifold system for a Mini Cooper S. She wore a whit dress that barely covered her rear, and was tight enough so that her thong, worn so panty lines didn't show, left lines.

Robert walked out of a back room, wiping off his hands, covered with oil and grease. His white tshirt was as well. "Hey guys, whats up. Sorry about being a mess, we got a SL600 in back that wont stop leaking. Thats the exact reason why you dont install your own damn engine." He walked by the redhead who was looking at the Intake an manifold, and leaned in. "Ya know Soph, the more you just look at it, the less it gets on your car." She nodded, and Robert walked over to Andrew and James.

"Lets go take a look at your rides," he said, leading them outside.

Meanwhile, Ross was in teh 318, heading towards Tyrone's shop. He drove at a conservative 75mph on teh 65mph 820W. The cops were out in force today, and he wasn't in the mood for a ticket.

James pointed at his ride and said cheerfully:

"there she is, 2003 Honda Civic Si, Full Greddy, 2 Alpine 12"s,Turbo charger and Zenetti 18 inch rims, crimson lighting,Veliside body kit i needa put on"

He frowned then looked at the ground:

"it's not easy.."

"We can pop on a VS kit in about a day, not to hard compared to Hamman and G Power. Harder than a Wings West, but not by much. You mind?" he asked, walking over and popping the hood. He looked aorund a few seconds, then closed it, and waved at someone. "Yo, Tony, check this!"

A man with bleached spikey hair and a few extra piercings walked over, and looked the car over. "What ya thinking boss man? Nice Si."

"That it is. Im feelin a B16B, full Mugen face lift, grab a Skunk2 chip, leave the spooler, Nuespeed drilled and slots at all four, Bilstiens, pop the GReedy fireball and go with an custom set up, get Mike for that. Its screaming Zex, so will go with that. And we got a VS he wants on." He looked at James. "You want a vinyl or anything, we got a girl who does some mad custom stuff, damn good at it too."

He then looked over at the Yellow Type R, and eyed it up. He looked at Andrew. "What you got for a motor?"

"B18C5, Import version."

"Right then. Tony, ya got all I want written down for the Civy?" Tony nodded. "Ok then, Im seeing a B18 C. Lets uplift this one on our own. Leave the N1, its a good system. Eibachs, HKS T1, Willwoods on four. Holley NOS, custom bottle graphic." He walked around the car, then dropped to a squat level, and studied the car. "Grab a wide body from WW, get Sophie to do us a pimp graphic. Replace these," he said, knocking one of the wheels, "with Tien TE37s, 18in, and some Nitto 555s." Tony wrote it all down, the walked into the store.

"Hold up!" Andrew said. "That shits gonna set me back money I dont have. The motor alone is gonna cost at least eight grand."

"Dont worry kid," Rob said. "Just let me put a Northampton Import Performace Solutions liscense plate on the front, and its all gratis."

Andrew's mouth dropped open.

Meanwhile, Ross pulled into the parking lot of Tyrone's shop, and stepped out of the 318. He looked around, and walked into the store, stopping and looking at Nitrous kit.

James watched Rob walk around his car and take down all the info:

"err rob..this is gonna cost me big...i don't have that kinda flow heh..i an't Tyrone Delentti...and yeah..hook up the Decals man, what ever you think iz bangin"

James then turned to Andrew:

"well i gave her your celly # and..she err asked if i could well..ask you to meet her at...her work...after..work...and maybe i should err well..tell you where she works..."


Tyrone came out coverd in oil and greese, he wore a black beater:

"hey what's up Ross?my car's actin up hard..my trannys knockin...i got dad taking a look, anyways you like that Nos kit? thats power baby!hard core power..wet direct shot"

"Like I said man," Robert looked at James, "Let me stick a plate on the front, and its all gratis. Sponsorship is the way to go." He waved over to guys, both Mexican. "Jose, Mike, get me some rentals for these boys, we got some work to do." The two men nodded, and disapeared, reapearing minutes later, each behind the wheel of a lightly modded Prelude. They jumped out, and handed the keys to James and Andrew.

"Not much on them," Jose said, "But they quick as shit."

They then took the keys to Andrew's and James' cars, and drove them around back. "Don't worry guys, your rides are in damn good hands. James, I'll get a truck to come by later, grab teh body kit. I'm thinking maybe four days at most. Feel free to browse the shop, and talk to Soph if you want anythign special done with the looks for ya cars. Shes the red head in white." He walked inside.

At Tyrone's, Ross looked at the kit. "Yeah, its nice." He looked around the shop, then back at Tyrone. "So what exactly is wrong with your car."

James nodded then grinned:

"she works at Hooters..HOOTERS! go and scoop her Lutz..and thanks ALOT Rob..i OWE you man"



Tyrone wiped his hands on his shirt then said:

"common"

They walked in the Garage and the whole engine was out of the supra:

"yeah, modifyed Viper engine..V8 buddy...i don't think it's enough, your brothers ride is tite..but anyways my Tranny is knockin..she slips gears too..i donno i run er too hard i guess..i was thinkin bout doin a entire engine swap, parts for that shit cost too much...Import car with a american motor, it don't work like that...i was thinking about selling her all togeather, i been looking at the Mazda RX8 all week.."

"Yeah, his M3 is sick. I only know about a third of the stuff he has on it, and even then, number crunching is showing a good 600 at the wheels. Its a mad car. Before he started hanging with that Elizabeth chick, we used to always go cruising in it. Its got great balance, I mean, its mad in the straigt, but just as bad ass, if not more, on a track."

He looked at the Viper engine. "Eh, American cars. Enjoy them while they last, which isn't to long. Guy as a Cobra in Rob's shop right now, three months old, already gettin a rebuilt low end, blew it outa the back of the car. He then looked out teh window to his 318. "So what ya think we can do for my baby."

Andrew was already outa the parking lot, and on his way to the Hooters of the main higway. The Prelude rental wasn't to fast, but it was quick into speed, which was good for a drag. He enjoyed the sound of the BOV, and hoped is soon to come would be just as nice."

"No prob man," Rob said, picking up a dirty oil rag, and throwing it into a trash can. Like I said, sponsorship works great both ways. I get my name out there, you get a bad ass car."

Tyrone looked at the car through the window:

"ummm 18in. Axis Supermesh Wheels. H&R suspension?...5% Dark Tinted Windows....18" Axis Supermesh w/ Michelin Pilot 225/40/18...Ac Schnitzer body kit..i can also hook you up with one of those Nos kits...gimmie 4..5 days?"


James got in his rental and creeped out of the parking lot. When he was farther down the road he drove at a conservitive 85 on the highway towards Hooters to cheak up on Naudia and Lutz.

Before James left, Robert handed him a card with an address on it. "On Firdays, Im usually with BMW CCI wherever they go, but Saturdays I hang out with my 'crew', if you will, at Uropa off 35W. You and Lutz roll by tonight, chill with us."

Ross looked at teh 318. "Sounds pimp. How much is it gonna set me back?"

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One more bump...

Last bump...c'mon people, feel free to jump in with anything halfway related to whats going on...cops, other racers, parents whose kids race, etc...

Tyrone looked hard at the car then replyed:

"nothing...just a Delentti window decal and plate on er...."

He watched for Ross's expression...


James smiled at Rob then took the card:

"alright, count on me being there man...i'll bring some beer"


OOC:sorry i have been a little busy latly but we will keep this alive :)

Ross just blinked. His brother had done this for other racers, but never for him. "Uh...sure."

Andrew pulled into the parking lot, the custom twin exhaust letting out a throaty tone as he bliped teh throttle. He parked, and hopped out, walking into the bar and grill. He looked around, then signaled a waitress. "Scuse me, but Im looking for a girl named Nadia?"

Tyrone smiled and pointed to the Nos kits:

"pick one.."


At the bar the Waitress turned around and smiled at Andrew:

"i expected to see Tyrone, heh i'll go get her Mr.?"

Ross walked over to the wall of Nitrous set ups, and began to browse. He knew his brother would be pissed for him going to somewhere else for parts. But, he really didnt care anyways.

At Northampton Import Performance Specialties, Robert was looking at the two Hondas in front of him. Although it was still marked as an Acura, he was going to badge teh 'Teg as a Honda, like it should be. Two JSpec engines were on the way, and he had big plans for the cars.

"Lutz," Andrew said, looking around the resteraunt. "Andrew Lutz. And she told me she wanted me to come."

The girl nodded and walked out back. Naudia came around the corner smiling:

"hello Andew, sorry about the other night..it's just...well..heh.."

She smiled and sat down beside him, just then a large man in a leather jacket that looked like a biker strolled up:

"hey! i ordered a drink from you like 5 minutes ago..get it bitch! and what are you looking at you f**in punk?"

He pointed at Lutz and cut his eyes....

Andrew looked around, and knew he had to think quick. He had never really been the fighting type. He wasn't scrawny, but not exactly strong either. And teh INAF Reserve (one weekend a month, two weeks a year!) didn't really offer much in the way of hand to hand combat training. After all, tehy tought him how to put a new free flow generator intake on an F-82C, not kill three hundred with his tooth. Then it hit him.

Andrew wasn't exactly big for his age, he was average, but he had teh air of an older look about him. He stood up, brushed off his shirt, and held out his hand. "Ryan Kolsten," he started using a name of a fake licsnese for the times he was stopped by police, "I'm the owner of this franchise. I'm having a talk with one of my waitresses right now about her, performance, so you'll have to excuse her. But how does this sound, a complementry meal." He looked around and made eye contact with one of teh waitresses. "Uh, Micha," he said, pulling a name out of his ass. Luck was on his side.

"Yeah?" she responded.

"Can you get this man a drink, and his meal is complemntry."

She gave him a confused look, but a wink from Naudia convinced her. "Sure thing."

The Biker smiled and slapped Lutz hard on the back:

"ahh! thanks!"

He nodded at Naudia then walked towards the bar, he was around 260Lbs, 6'2...very large man.

Naudia was impressed with Lutz's action to the man:

"o my god Andrew heh," she started laughing quietly so the man didn't hear her

When she finally calmed down she looked at Lutz and smiled:

"wanna hang out tonight? im having a open house party...i think Tyrone's working tonight...sooo..yeeeah"

The Biker looked at Lutz and said:

"this is how to treat a customer! if you would have said the wrong thing sir i would have thrown you around like a rag doll"

He continued eating his chicken....

"Um, sure. I think I'll be able to make it, unless James already promised me somewhere else. I doubt he did though. Say, that Lexus I saw in your drive way, its nice. How long you have it for?" He looked around, and saw the real manager comming out of a back room. "Shit, hey, why dont you and I get outa here."

He stood up, not making contact with the manager nor the biker, and took Naudia's hand, leading her out of the resteraunt to the Prelude. He helped her in to the car, then slid across the carbon fiber hood ala Holywood action film, then spun, opening the door, and jumped in, starting the car. "Always wanted to do that," he said, winking at Naudia. He poped the clutch having backed into the parking space, and gunned the throttle, pushing the stick into first.

The tires squealed as he sped out of the parking lot and onto the highway. "So, yeah, um, where to?"

OOC: Im working on a character for the other RP, just thinking of which way I wanna go with her. Also, do you have AIM?

Naudia looked at Lutz and said:

"i seen Jet Li do that in a movie, heh, i was thinking...the mall....the beach..."

She paused then remembered his question:

"o.0 i had that Lexus sence my 16th birthday, a present from my father...i don't know much about cars only what Tyrone and his buddies go on about...i was there when he got that Dodge viper engine for his Supra..Heh..."

She took a brush out of her bag looking in the mirror she started doing her hair...


Tyrone was on the phone as Ross looked at the Nos kits:

"yeah this is Tyrone Delentti from Delentti cars and Auto preformance...you still got that 2002 Lotus Elise for sale? really? great me and a buddy of mine will pop over and have a look"

He hung up and walked into his dads office. He emerged afew minutes later with a small black bag:

"wanna come down to 'Cars are us' with me...small down payment on a new ride, im selling my Supra to them and getting a discount on another ride...it an't much but..hell don't expect too much"

Tyrone grinned...


James crused down the street in the Prelude givin er nuts:

"not a bad ride...at all...i can't wait to see my Civic though" he thought


He drove by Delentti's Auto body to see Tyrone with Ross...he sped up so they didn't notice him and headed towards the beach. He dialed Lutz's cell #:

"ey Lutz! i seen Tyrones car...no engine in it...it's being moved...where you at?"

"Sure thing," Ross said, picking up a Venom nitrous kit. He studied intently, then looked out at his 318. "I'll go with this one. So, what car ya gonna look at?"

Meanwhile, Andrew ran through the gears, bringing the 'Lude up to fifth, and cruising at 95, gently weaving in and out of traffic. "Beach sounds good, I dont have my bathing suit, but its good. Lets see, thats this way," he said, hitting and exit ramp at 95. He kept on the gas, and drifted through an empty turn, and hopped on the overpass on ramp, heading towards Ft. Carlston National Beach.

He pulled out the Samsung, flipped it open, and hit 'talk'. "Yeah? Hey, me and Naudia are heading towards teh beach. Really? Perfect time to challenge him," he said, laughing. He kicked the clutch pedal, dropping into fourth, and letting teh tach jump. He weaved inbetween to Toytoas, a Celica and a 4Runner, and then upshifted again. "Hey, I gotta get back to the road, I'll see ya later, Naudia's throwing a house party, am I gonna see ya there, or are ya going to the club?"

James shifted down to 4th and the sports muffler hummed:

"yeah, i'll be there for sure man!"

He took out his ear peice and set it on the passenger seat, sped up kicked in the clutch and shifted back into 5th....


Tyrone got in his fathers Mercedes SUV and unlocked the passenger door so Ross could get in:

"ahhh, if i told you that would ruin the suprize..like i said it an't much to look at..."

Tyrone wanted to see the expression on Ross's face when he showed him the Lotus, first he was gonna show him this old K-car out back to throw him off...

Ross looked at the car. "I bet your really here to show mr the Lotus in the show room. If you drivea Supra with a Viper engine, this is nothgin special about this."

Andrew pulled into the beach parking lot, and turned off the Prelude, stepping out of the car. He looked at it, it wasn't to bad looking, but he wanted his ITR. But he could wait. "So, I'm new here, lead the way."

Tyrone started roaring with laughter then said gasping for breath:

"heh..yeah man, this car here is the shit, get a custom body kit..rims...ok im wasting my time looking at it.."

He started laughing again then walked up to the car dealer:

"johnny! Supra's on the way..the engines out of her but it's all commin"

The car dealer handed Tyrone a clip board and a pen:

"cheak it out Ross...have a seat..pop the hood..."



Naudia lead Lutz down to the water front:

"beautiful isn't it? ive been told the same by many men..but thats only the surface of things...."

She smiled at Lutz, then a loud muffler broke the peace as James pulled halfway down the beach, he turned up the music:

"hey ya people!" he shouted over the pounding Bass 'So sexy-Twista'

He opened the door and sat on the hood:

"gettin sand up in my shoes and shit...sorry did i err interupt somthin.."

Ross looked around at the engine. He didn't know engines as well as his brother did, but it looked nice all the same. He nodded at Tyrone as he opend teh door and sat in teh passenger's seat. "Nice."

Andrew looked up at James. "Nah, not at all, just chillin and shit."

Tyrone grinned:

"i wonder what your brother will have to say to this peice of work..."

He started laughing loudly as he slid in the drivers seat...


He flew down the streets going at 115Mph, the engine hummed with power as he dropped gears taking the corners tight, he slowed as he seen a police car but it seen him crusing and turned on it's lights:

"hold on Ross!"

Tyrone gunned the car down the straight streatch past the beach going well over 130, the cop car still pursued him but was really no match:

"haaaaa haaaa!" he yelled

He lost the cop on some side streets then turned down a ally way by a open garage:

"this is where i can work alone.." he pulled the car in the garage and climed out

James could see it wasn't a good time:

"err i'll see you ladies tonight" he winked at Lutz as a joke then got in his car

Before he left he yelled:

"see that crazy bastard in the Lotus! haaaa"

Ross gripped the 'Oh Shit Handle' as teh car sped around a turn. "Nice. Robert would probably call this BritishTrash," he said, laughing. He watched the cop disapear and then watched as they pulled up to a garage. "Nice," he said, looking around.

"Yeah, man see ya later," Andrew said as James drove off. He looked back at the ocean, then at Naudia. "So, um, now what?"

Naudia lent foward and kissed him gently:

"i have been waiting for that"

James started honking the horn rapidly then pulled out waving....


Tyrone smiled:

"brittish trash my ass..heh"

The Lotus was silver,Tyrone brought out a box that labeled 'street glow':

"pinks nice ey?"

He showed Ross a sketch of the car he drew himself:

"Custom fibre body kit...Venom nos kit,18 inch Momo chrome racing rims,Full Greddy...2 Alpine 12's..2100wtt amp...nice start....

Andrew froze, then backed away. "Um, Naudia, what about Tyrone?"

Ross looked at the plans. They looked nice, although he wasn't a fan of pink. "Looks nice, real beast."

Naudia looked upset:

"im sorry Andrew...Tyrone treats me like shit! your a real man and o my god if he found out he would rip every lim on your body off shiftly shoving it in every hole!"

She was freaking out now, she plopped down on the sand with her head in hands...


Tyrone laughed then said:

"better idea? im open!" he threw his arms out towards the car

"Listen, don't worry, he doesn't need to know. It was just a kiss, not like it really means anything. Ya know?" He was trying to think of something to say when another female walked up.

She wore a tastefull two piece bathing suit, and a pair of Oaklys coverd her eyes. The frames were silver, and they hada violet lense. "Hey, your the kid Robert was talking to the other night at the club? Lutz, right?" She held out her hand. "Elizabeth McCarthy, hes my boyfriend. Your car in his shop?"

Andrew nodded, trying not to stare. It wasn't as much as she had large breasts, it was more of the proportion. She was perfectly built, the right size in all the right areas.

"Listen, we're all going to Uropa tonight, why dont the two of you come meet us there. Its a really great time, good way to check out cars, meet people, have some fun."

Naudia looked the girl up and down then stood up smiling:

"O.K im Naudia..you are..Elizabeth right?"

Naudia wore tight black dress pants,a white tube top and wore Gucci sun glasses,also carried a white and black Gucci bag. Naudia also had very large boobs,perfect shape,very white teeth and dirty blonde hair. Last but not least a Ass that no man could refuse banging the f**** out of. She had not 1 tan like on her ENTIRE body..which ment somthing...

OOC: just thought i would describe her :)

James pulled into a parking lot outside of a bank for somthing to do. He had ran out of ideas where to drive, all of a sudden 3 men came running out of the bank wearing face masks and hopped in James's car:

"drive!!drive!!drive!!" 1 shouted, the bank alarm started going off by the time James was already down the street..

One of the robbers patted him on the shoulder:

"common man, give er nuts earn sum bucks!" he laughed

James shifted up into 4th keeping his eyes on the road and away from the men..they had guns. After driving for a half hour towards the out skirts of Northhampton he stopped the car as they asked. Everyone got out and still James didn't look:

"for the gas..." one said then took out 2 hand full of hundreds chucking them on the seat

James said nothing..just drove back towards the city stunned. He picked up his cell and went to call the cops:

"no..can't do that...Lutz! Lutz!" he said loudly

He dialed Lutz's # quickly:

"Lutz! you gotta meet me at the club man! seriously!!"

BuMP!! OOC: common people, we need more charactors....