NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: I just want to do a bit of RPing to get back into the routine. Havent done this for a while so I want to get a bit of experience under my belt. RPing with OTHER NATIONS would be good, so if anyone wants to join just make a post.]


Chief Executive Officer of GM, Gmeistaville Motors, Marcos Scaglietta was a well known and popular political figure in across the nation. Let's face it: without the huge range of automobiles released and produced, Gmeistaville's well oiled, orderly society would quite simply: crumble. The trucks required to transport huge bulk, the cars required to get people around. Almost everything depended heavily on a reliable transport system, and GM could provide this.

But something had been bugging Mr Scaglietta. The two cars that his empire had yet produced, had been an elite, performance car and a no-expenses spared luxury car. A sports car so powerful and well designed, that performance figures previously believed impossible would shatter in an instant. A luxury car so luxurious, so smooth, so welcoming, that when you got in, getting out was like jumping into freezing water. That's what he hadn't acheived. THAT'S what his childhood dream had been.

He remembered his youth with a gentle smile on his face. Standing atop the fence at the local Formula 1 racetrack, just endlessly watching bright red blurs zoom past at 200km/h. Watching his older brother drag down the backroad in one of his various cars. Cars were his life.

Relaxing in his leather office chair, he reached over and picked up his office phone, and tapped 6 to activate his speed dial numbers.

"Hello? Mr. Scaglietta?"
"Yes, it's me. Look, Sam, I've got to talk to you. I have some ideas for some new cars I think we could produce."
"What sort of cars, Mr. Scaglietta?"
"You'll find out. I'm calling the Board of Executives in for a meeting tomorrow."
"Yes, sir, I'll be there."
"Bye Sam."
And he hung up. Marcos settled back into his chair and took a sip out of the glass of Scotch whiskey on his desk. He shut his eyes, and begun working on his two ideas...

OOC: Hope i'm not intruding on ur RP. Just TG me with a go away if I am. Adam

IC:

Sally looked up at the clock, 2:15. Mr Scaglietta would be wanting his afternoon coffee soon. Collecting together this quarters reports, she took a private minute, just to watch him. The blinds weren't fully closed, and she lost herself for a minute.

Drawing a sharp breath, she composed herself, knocks sharply at the door and walked in.

He didn't seem to hear her; he was in so engrossed with his work. Placing the tray next to him she headed back. 'Better hold his calls for the next half hour' she thought to herself.

OOC: I've got my nation back :D , but yep nice little adition to the RP there :D
IC: Marcos suddenly felt a presence. Or heard a knock. Either way, he looked up and saw Sally standing at the door. He wondered how long she'd been watching him.. She walked in with the tray with his coffee on it, along with this quarters reports. He picked the coffee mug off the tray and gently pushed the tray forward. I'll deal with that later... he thought, taking a sip of his coffee.

He turned his computer on and opened some of the programs that his design engineers often used when designing their cars. He browsed through all the templates, played around with some basic designs but he just didnt see his dream car in any of these. The car, which he now called, the Dream, could not be designed under any modern conventions. It would deny all current trends in car making. This car - would be unique.

OOC: You can RP as one of the Board if you want, could have some long discussions about the car and stuff.

// Richard Brame - Board member

He reached for his sports bottle, having just won the last set of squash. Richard knew that the younger guy wasn't quite playing at the top of his game, but he didn't mind, he liked the respect he got. Wasn't a blatent ass kisser, but nicely respectful.

In his bag his mobile started to ring.

"Sorry Kid, I gotta take this. You'll go far with us though."

Reaching for the phone, he started to bring his mind back to business.

"Yes" His voice was curt, he didn't like having his squash game interupted.

"Richard, it's Sam."

"This better be important"

"Just a heads up, and a question"

"Ok, shoot"

"What do you know about Marcos' meeting tomorrow with the execs?"

"What! This is the first I have heard of this. What do you know?"

"Something about some new ideas?"

"I'll get back to you later. Cheers Sam"

Pulling up Scaglietta's number, he called him.

"Mr Scaglietta's office"

"Sally, its Richard."

"Hi, what can I do for you"

I need to speak to big guy.

"He's really busy at the moment, I'm holding his calls. I'll let him know you called though."

"Its important"

"I'm sorry. Do you want to leave a message?"

"No"

After hours of constantly testing radical car models, he just couldnt find the one he liked. He only knew several things about the car:
a) It would be mid-engined. Balance is essential to any car at 250mph+.
b) It could be alternated between 4WD, FWD and RWD. Never know when you need either one.
c) The engine would have to peak at over 800 horsepower. It simply had to.

He stood up and started walking towards door. Suddenly, he noticed a small Sticky note on his desk.
"Mr.Brame called. Didn't want to disturb you."
He sighed and pulled out his cell phone. Tapped a few buttons and held the receiver to his ear.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Message.

"Hello, Richard, It's me, Sally says you called. What do you want?" then he hung up. He placed the phone back in his pocket and walked out the door. Alot of people had left already. Must be late. He jumped in the elevator, and went all the way down to the carpark.

The lift doors slid open and there, straight across from him in it's reserved car space, was his Baby. A black, Ferrari F355 Spider, with tan leather interior and mahogany trim. A huge power upgrade to 530bhp, with 420 lb of torque, made this car one of a kind. He walked slowly over to it, admiring its sheer beauty and it's luscious, sharp curves. Yet at the same time, with determination seen rarely, he thought The Dream is going to be better than this. Much better.

He opened the door and allowed himself to lay back in the soft, comfortable leather seat before he shut the door and started up the engine. The roar of the 530bhp beast let him know that it was ready. Shifting into first gear, he slammed the accellerator and shot out into the car park. As he went out his private exit, he was wondering if he would get home in time to help his wife with dinner...

Zooming down the motorway, Pete could hear something coming, his years in the motor racing scene kicked in and he knew it was something powerful, very powerful, he shifted down a gear and got ready to give his car a workout.

As the growl grew closer, pete grew ever more excited. As he saw the car growing in his rear vission mirror he gave it some just as the ferrari shot past, within no time the 7L v12 caught up with the Ferrari, he signaled to the driver trying to have some fun.

The driver signalled back (Gmeistaville can say what his answer is)

The speedometer read 80mp/h. The wind rushing furiously through his hair and around the open top Ferrari made him feel more aware, more alive. Suddenly as he was embracing the moment he heard a loud screech fast approaching behind him. Glancing in his rear view mirror he noticed a [OOC: I dont know what car it is.. the Diablo has a 6.0L V12, and the murcielago has a 6.2L V12 i think, so what is it?] NAMEHERE. He grinned and laughed. 7.0L V12 those things were powered by. Big muddas. But too big. Any car that needs that big an engine surely was in excess of 2000lbs (if not from the engine alone). The handling at high speed, no matter how great the downforce, must be appalling. Nonetheless, he eased the accelerator down and watched the speedometer fall to 75mp/h, letting the NAMEHERE shoot past him. He smiled again and thought, 'Thats a big engine. Are you trying to compensate for something?'

OOC: Lets say it's a stroked Murcielago. And as far as i know an F355 is ~3300lb so how would 2000lb be too heavy?

As pete zoomed past the 355 he wouldn't help but laugh, why would the driver of such a car so back down from a race so quickly? he eased off the throttle and the beast slowly slowed down.

OOC: Oopsies, kg instead of lb. Damn americans :D

IC:

As the Murcielago zoomed past, he grinned and maneuvered carefully behind it. He grinned as it slowly pulled away. Suddenly he slammed his foot heavily on the accelerator and punched the car into 3rd gear. In a sudden burst of speed, he hit the 100mp/h mark as he pulled up behind the Murcielago. He swerved a bit and pulled up beside it. Grinning at the driver he nodded his head. Then making a vague shape of a pistol with his hand he winked and pointed it at the driver. Putting both hands back firmly on the steering wheel he suddenly had an idea as to how to handle this challenge. He smirked to himself and pulled back up behind the Murcielago. Still smirking...