NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you have any questions, feel free to ask, but this is a continuation from the last Northampton Nights. Seeing that CO-RP not based on govt. issues is big again, I decided the first one had been gone long enough to start a new one. This is open, so feel free to join in as a cop, racer, friend of racer, whatever, and just have fun.

IC:

The black Civic shot down I-45 towards Northampton, weaving in and outa traffic, exhaust screaming as the driver bounced it off the rev limiter. It was pushing a buck twenty, and the green lights it rode on signaled its comming to those ahead of it. However, the driver was soon to get a suprise.

The speed of the Honda seemed to slow, not becuase it did, but because the Honda, moving at a speed of 120mph (the speed limit on I-45 being 90), was put in its place by a black BMW E46 M3. The M3 pulled in front of the Honda, held for a second, then it disapeared in front of the Civic. The driver of the Honda slowed, amazed by the power of the Bavarian beast.
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Robert Fortier down shifted, the BOV of the BMW hissing loudly as he did so. He smiled to himself inside the car. It still had the power he had built it with. This car had won him plenty of races until he became a government desk jockey. Well, not really a desk jockey, he had been the first speaker of Imitora, but after the assasination attempt, he jumped right back into the race sceene of Northampton.

He had put out a call to the guys he used to race with, James and Andrew, hoping to see if the posse was still in the buisness. He hoped they were. Northampton had found a new breed of street racers. Ricers. Civics and RS Integras with fart pipes. Mitsubushi Lancers ESs with gigantic wings. And Fortier was going to take it upon himself to bring back the glory of Northampton's night life.

He pulled off 45, and into a parking lot of a club in downtown Northampton. He looked out the black tinted windows, and saw the car he was looking for. He parked, exited the car, and crossed the parking lot to a white Audi A4 1.8T Quatro. "Rachelle," he said, nodding. He looked over the Audi, far from stock. "Anna called me a while ago, she's gonna be a touch late. Did ya call Bottom?" he asked.

She nodded. "I got his machine, and with the campaign, I'm not sure if he'll make it, but I hope he does." Robert nodded back.

Kenzie looked over her new car with pride. Of course, she still needed a little help driving it, as she came from a place where cars were banned. She'd practised and practised in the old lot south of her new home. Unfortunately, parking lots didn't provide the speed she was looking for.

OOC: I've seen the fast and the furious one too many times to pass this thread up, i think. How's that three-tailed, canard-winged F-22 handling, btw? ;)

These characters (Ste 'Scars' Carsley and Jose 'Mirrors' Miranda) were in your GT Racing series that didn't get off the ground, afaik, so here's a good way of introducing them with the original post. The next post will introduce them into Imtora's racing peeps.

IC:

"What do you mean, you 'want us to drive your Haargad SX5?'"

Sigmund Haargad, CEO of The Haargad Motor Company, was sitting at the 'desk' in a oil-soaked, exhaust-scented garage where Starblaydia's premier car-racing duo were said to reside. He didn't like being here, he didn't want to be here, but his marketing people had told him to be here.

"My company, Mister Miranda, has been making tune-up parts for years, now we want you to drive our first car in the Imitoran GT. Here."

Haargad handed over his spec list of the Haargad SX5.

"Nah," Jose 'Mirrors" Miranda said, tossing the paper back to the CEO, "I ain't drivin' that. Specs are all wrong, it'll handle like a dragster."

"What do you suggest then, Mr Miranda?"

Mirrors inclined his head slightly, listening to the far-off high-pitched wail of a cople of police cars.

"Po are chasin' Scars again," he smiled, "he'll be along shortly."

A few moments passed and the garage door lifted upwards. Nothing was happening except for the sound of a turbo engine and the sirens getting louder.

A ungodly-bright yellow Mitsubishi Lancer, bedecked in lights and stickers of sports kit manufacturing companies, including Haargad, screamed into the garage with a squeal of brakes and tyres. The door shut swiftly behind it and the sound of sirens gradually decreased.

"Hey Scars!" Mirrors shouted

"What?" Scars said as he revved the engine a few times

"What car'd you need to to win a twelve-hundred pony GT series on 200 mile tracks?"

"A couple hundred grand and I'd use a new Evo." he said as he got out of the bucket seats. "Why?"

"This man has a big chequebook, you see..."

OOC" I'll be a cop,
Officet Franz Hassgon was in a donut shop when a call come out for a Honda and a BMW speeding down I-95. He ran to his green Shelby GT500, and went after the cars.

OOC: Its doing nicely, thanks for drawing it up for me, lol. And jump intot he Imitoran sceene whenever your ready. Sorry bout teh GT thread dying, all of the sudden I lost any conectability to an internet source, so...

IC:

By the time Hassgon was near the area of the highway race, the M3 was gone. Robert, who had been moving at about 150, was able to get on, and off, the highway fast enough to get him to the club parking lot before the cop even showed up. And with Imitora's strict police pollicies, the chances of Fortier even being brought up on charges were slim.

The Honda was in a totally different position. As the driver, a young brunette girl, kicked up the Honda, she saw the red and blues in her rear view. She had two choices, in the words of Urban Poet Laureate Sean Carter, pull over the car or bounce on the devil, and put the metal to the floor. The Honda wasn't too upgunned, full exhaust, intake, ECU, and a VTec controler. She had to make a choice. She slowed.

As the GT500, a car that didn't exist in to many numbers in Imitora, pulled up, she slowed more, down shifting into second, and pulling over to the side of the highway. She stopped, and rolled down the window. Imitora didn't require insurance, or registration of the car, just a drivers license. She held her hand out the window, turning down the stereo.

OOC2: Byrdog, TGram me so I can give you the specifics behind Imitoran law.

Kenzie got into her car and drove it to the highway. She kept her speed steady, although she drifted a bit in her lane. She spotted a cop up ahead.

On the other side of the parking lot of the club, a ralley blue Subaru WRX STi sat under a light, its horizontaly opposed turbo charged 4 cylinder engine humming quietly. The dirver looked up and saw the black M3 and white 1.8 Quatro. She turned off the WRX, and exited the car, closing the door and alarming it as she did so.

She approached Fortier and Rachelle, and spoke just loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "Mr. Fortier, I presume. I believe you invited me to come by after a chat with Queen Elizabeth. I'm Duchess Sandra Coldstone," she finished, bowing slightly. She couldnt have been more than 29, 30 at a push. "I hope I'm not to late?"

"Not at all," Rachelle replied. "We're still waiting for some more people to show up."

Robert looked the Duchess over. She didn't look like a Duchess, but then again, all the royalty he had dealt with was Iansisleanian, and dressed like it was still 1800. She was wearing (I'm going from the pic you sent me) a black tank top over a pink tshirt, and had brown hair that she wore down. A pair of tight black jeans and Doc Martin shoes finished off the ensamble. She was, to say the least, very attractive. "Yeah, it should be about 20 minutes before we're ready to go. Why dont ya show me your car, see what your running."

The Duchess nodded. She to sized up Fortier. Older, but handsome none the less. She walked over to her car, and hopped in, driving it over to the two people. She stepped out, and popped the hood. "GReddy Boost Controler, Apex'i N1 Exhaust, and a new clutch. I really haven't had that much time to work on it, I was hoping you would."

OOC: *tag* Long time no see Imi.

OOC: Too long C-Man. Can we expect to see Pavel and the 944 Turbo?
IC:

Fortier's race mind clicked into gear, as he looked over the engine bay. If he had had a pnecil and pad in hand, he would have clicked out five pages or so of notes already. He had tuned out the fact that he had two very pretty girls next to him, and was more focused on the motor in front of him. "Beffier intercooler, jump up the turbo, get a nice carbon fiber intake, remap the ecu to work with the boost controler," he droned on. Rachelle rolled her eyes.

"Ya know, you've just unleashed a beast," she said, elbowing the Duchess gently. "So, should we call you Duchess Sandra, Duchess Coldstone?" she asked, not wanting to insult anyone.

Kenzie picked up her speed as she left the cop car behind. She took a glance at her speedometer. 110. She veered dangerously out of control. She put on the brakes as best as she could, and slowed down to a more manageable speed.

As Kenzie regained control, a red Acura Integra GS-R rocketed by her. The driver shifted, and the supercharger under the hood whined as the car geared down. The driver, a long haired blonde girl, looked over at Kenzie, then pointed forward, signalling that she wanted to race.

Kenzie responded to this with a nod and a speeding up. She went faster and faster until the car reached its fastest. She drifted quite severely, but didn't spin out of control.

OOC: Temme, what kinda car is Kenzie driving?

IC:

The blonde driver of the Integra, holding in second gear, stepped on it. The front wheels chirped, and she quickly took off. She held it next to Kenzies car through third, the supercharger under the hood wailing as it force more air into the motor of the Teg.

OOC: Honda Civic.

IC:

Kenzie, still drifting, inched forward, but couldn't get significantly ahead of the other girl.

As the driver of the Integra reached the mid band of third at 4000rpm, the supercharger bagan making the most power. As she held down the pedal, the Teg started pulling hard. The Integra began sliding away from teh Civic quickly, and by fourth, the car had already put two lengths on the Civic.

The driver, looking ahead, realized her exit was comming up, and she jumped on the brakes, downshifting into third. She quickly crossed four lanes, avoiding traffic, and pulled of the highway. She followed the roads to the club parking lot that Fortier, Sandra, and Rachelle were standing in.

"There she is," commented Rachelle.

Kenzie watched admiringly as the girl crossed the four lanes. Having nowhere to go, she followed the girl into her exit. She slowed down in the city, and then stopped the car on the side of the road. She got out, shaking.

The driver of the red Integra stepped out and approached the group. "Duchess Sandra Coldstone, may I introduce First Speaker Anna Frateli," Fortier said, joking formalism. It was hard to be formal the way Frateli was dressed. A black tank top cut off was worn over a very short sleaved pink tshirt, worn out over her jeans. She wore a pair of New Ballence running shoes, and had her blonde and brown hair worn down. She had a black lace butterfly necklace, and a number of braclets on either wrist.

The Integra was far from a stock GS-R. She had driven it since college, and has modified extensively. She had dropped in a B18C from a Type R, super charged it, and upgraded the intake, exhaust, and chip tuned it.

"What took you so long?" Rachelle asked.

"Well, first I had to ditch the ISS. I swear, it was like sneaking out back in highschool. Then I ran into a Civic on the highway, and I just had to race," she said, laughing. "Duchess, its a pleasure to meet you."

She looked over he shoulder, she had seen the Civic exit with her, and wondered where it had been.

Kenzie began to walk for a while. She just had to get the shakes out. She passed by the club, and noticed the blonde she had raced with.

Anna looked over to see Kenzie walking down the street. She looked a little shook up, and frightend. "Hey," she called over, waving Kenzie over.

Kenzie waved and joined her. "Hello."

OOC: Too long C-Man. Can we expect to see Pavel and the 944 Turbo?

OOC: Naw. I'm tied up in a war with AMF and trying to start a space RP. I'll just look in here from time to time to read.

OOC: Thats cool. Damn, I wanted to run the ///M3 against the 944...oh well, lol.

IC:

Anna aproached Kenzie. "I'm Anna, nice to meet you. That was a good run ya had. Don't feel to bad about loosing, my baby's putin about 285 at the wheels. Thats a nice Civic your running with though."

She turned, and introduced her to the rest of the group. "This is Rachelle, Sandra, and Robert," she said, pointing to each as she said their name.

"You ok? You look a little shaken up," Robert said, concerned. Anna nodded, and Rachelle simply leaned back against her Audi.

Kenzie smiled. "Hi, I'm Kenzie. Don't worry, I always get this way after driving. It was actually my first time on the highway."

"Yeah, I remeber my first time," Rachelle piped in. "Its always rough. You'll get used to it. Robert here brings it up to a buck eighty easy, somtimes 190, and hes usually fine."

Robert smiled. "Thats cuz I'm in teh ultimate driving machine."

Kenzie smiled. "Really? If anyone would like to give me some tips, I'd be forever grateful."

"Close your eyes, hit the gas, and hold on," Sandra joked. "Seriously, ride with someone whose fast. Real fast. Get used to the speed with someone else driving, then start on your own. Also, learn your car. Get used to the way it drives."

Bottom was driving on his Harley being shadowed by a black lincoln when he revved up the speed and weaved inside and out of the traffic when he reached max speed he belted off the highway and into the shadows of the back roads. The lincoln and his secret service detail became totally lost.

Bottom was headed toward some unknown place, he whipped out his cell phone and called Amstoker.

Amstoker picked up her phone, it was vibrating in her purse, and put it to her ear. She spoke breifly, giving Bottom directions to the Club Parking lot. She nodded to Fortier, who had asked if it was Bottom, then hung up.

"Thanks." Kenzie smiled widely.

"Its no prob," Fortier replied. "If you ever wanna ride with anyone of us, just say so. I'm sure we'd all give ya a taste of real speed."

She grinned. "Thanks. Anyone want to take me tonight?"

"I can take ya," Robert said, placing his hand on the BMW. This caused Anna to grimace internally. She had sort of a 'school girl crush' on Fortier. It was the thing many girls had for slightly older guys. Older, wiser, more expierienced. He also acted as her cheif unofficila council, and went to him everytime she had a problem. But, she kept quiet.

"As long as you dont mind going to fast," he said.

Bottom rolled up slowly on his Harley and stopped in front of Amstoker.

"Bout time ya got here," Amstoker said, jokeingly.

"Not suprised it took you so long," Anna followed, looking at the Harely. "Whats that thing top, like six miles an hour?" she joked.

Fortier looked over the bike. He had once been a bike man, but he couldn't break from the beauty of BMWs. He nodded at Bottom, smirking. "Long time no see."

Bottom smiled, "Had to ditch my service detail. Didn't want anyone around in case I did something stupid. You're lookin nice tonight Ms. Amstoker."

Anna nodded. "Their always tough to ditch," she commented, walking towards the Integra. "So we rollin or what?"

Anna thanked Bottom, and complimented him on as well. "Yeah, lets get this show goin."

Robert knew when to take a hint. He pressed a button on his key chain, and the drivers side and passenger side door popped open. He walked over to his side, pulled the door out, and slid into his seat, closing the door. Kenzie slid in beside him, and he turned the key. The BMW growled to life, and with a flip, the violet colored neons underneath the car began to glow. He smile as he shifted into first, and the car began to roll.

Amstoker unlocked her car, and slid into the drivers seat. She reached over and hit the unlock for the Audi's passenger door, and waited for Bottom to hop in.

Anna, disgruntled that the girl whom she had raced earlier was ridding with Robert, slid into her car. The Integra barked to life, and pulled up alongside the BMW. Anna rolled down the window, and shouted to Robert. "Ya wanna give it run before we get going far?" she asked.

Robert looked at Kenzie. "Wanna get your taste of real speed now or later?"

Kenzie grinned excitedly. "Now's as good as any time."

Robert nodded, and a smirk crossed his face. Ever since the assasination attempt, he had pretty much been slow. He was going to finally get back into it. He looked over at Anna, and shouted over the rumble of the engines. "There's a light about a mile down, should be empty, we'll go there. Flash the high beams to call the race," he said.

She nodded, and pulled out in front of him. Robert followed behind, and swung into the next lane over when the light came up. In perfect timming, it was set at yellow. They stopped, and it went red. Anna reved first, letting the free reving engine of teh GSR warm up. The supercharger whined as it forced in air. She held the tach at about 2000rpm, waiting for the light to go green.

Robert, in the BMW, did the same. He reved up to 4000, pushing the shifter of the SMG forward, and holding it. The turbo charger underneath the hood hissed, and the Blow Of Valve made a 'pssht' noise as he held it at power. He looked over at Kenzie, and told her to hold on. He clicked on the CD player, and 'Control You'[ by Puddle of Mudd began to play loud over the car's cutoms stereo.

A pedestrian stopped, hearing the two motors run through the rev range, and looked over. He stood in awe at the two machines, and almost died in pure ecstacy when the light went green.

Anna got the jump, having a better launch then Robert, but her pleasure was soon shot down as she heard the scream of the BMW's rear wheels looking for traction. They grabbed it at 4000rpm in first, and launched the BMW like a rocket. The turbo had yet to fully spool when Fortier shot by Anna at 70mph. He cut over into her lane in front of her by a good four lengths, and hit the highway on ramp, and she followed. She knew for a fact that this was over, but she still chased.

Fortier, by now, had tranced out of the real world. The tach crept twords 7500rpm, and he jumped into fourth, already pulling the BMW along at 90. The trubo kicked in, and the car seemed to jump like it had been kicked in the rear. He pushed up to 150 when he upshifted into fifth, with another full gear left. By now, the engine was screaming, and the car sped along the empty highway like, to use the old metaphor, a bat out of hell. At 175mph, Robert again shifted, this time up to sixth. The car was slowly reaching its top speed of 190. Suprisingly, however, the car didn't have any problems at all. It was going 185, but felt like it was doing maybe 100 at the most.

Robert pushed it up to 190, its top aerodynamic speed, before letting off the gas and letting gravity slow the car down. The BOV hissed with everydown shift, and Fortier grinned. He looked over at Kenzie, and laughed. "There ya go, 190 miles per hour. Howd it feel?"

Kenzie was speechless for a moment, then said, "Wow. That was awesome."

As Bottom sat next to Amstoker he was enjoying the ride, nothing like a good thrill.

Amstoker swore under her breath. She had tuned her A4 with Robert, but knew she had no chance on keeping up. She gunned it, dropping the clutch, spinning the wheels out of the parking lot to chase Fortier and Anna. "Hold on," she said, winking a Bottom.

She brought it up to 120, flying past a slwoing Anna. She kept on it, but realised it wasn't happening. She shut down at 150, approaching a black Nissan. She dropped to match its speed, from 150 to 60, and looked over. She nodded at the driver of the modified 95 300ZX. She could hear its turbo, and decided to show off. "Ready for some fun?" she asked Bottom. The driver of the Z honked three times, and they took off.

The AWD Audi, having more power, quickly jumped, and hard. She ran it through the gears fast, teh BOV hissing with every shift. She smiled broadly as she pulled away from the Nissan, and looked back over to Bottom. "Most fun I've had in a car," she said. "Well, with my clothes on at least," she added.
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Robert looked over at Kenzie. "Fun stuff," he said, letting gravity pull the car down to a reasonable speed. He fliped on a blinker, and slid off the highway down an exit ramp. He pulled over down an alley, into a seedier area of Northampton. "Gotta check some stuff out," he said.

Bottom looked her in the eyes and said jokingly, "that could be changed."

Amstoker chuckled, shifting the car up. "Maybe you'll get your chance," she said.

Bottom just laughed and said with a twinkle in his eye, "maybe we should find some more challenging drivers?"

Bump!?

could you post instead of bump? Its still open...