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[Tommy Moreno]

"Yeah, how does this thing attach to a guy? And where do you want it on him?"

Tommy glances at the others around them, the spectators thankfully kept far away from the racers and half of them were too fixated on the bimbo to pay him and Kesia any attention anyway. He moves his body so his back is to the other racer next to them. “The base breaks away and releases adhesives. When you’re ready, give it a good crack and toss. It should expel the chem and stick to whatever it his . . . try and make sure it’s our friend. If not body, I’ll settle for bike.”

The bikes were really revving now and Muertes was becoming a bit restless. “Yo Homes! Kiss yo punta goodbye and let’s go!”

Tommy spared her that indignity and slaps her visor down. “Good luck! I’ll see you at the finish,” Kesia more reads off his lips than hears. The detective retreats back across the barrier to stand beside Muertes as the giant man signals his favorite lady.

The bimbo raises a green cloth over her head . . . pausing dramatically as all eyes were upon her. This was as close to the limelight of Hollywood as the poor girl would ever get, and she reveled in the attention. Finally, her arm drops and the race begins!

OOC:

Okay, from here we’ll be moving to kind of pseudo combat rounds. Each turn you’ll need to make Pilot Motorcycle checks versus the person ahead and behind you to see if you gain or lose ground. Feel free to get creative / sneaky / etc and take a few liberties . . . try and find creative ways to help yourself or hinder your opponents. You’ll be going through the ghetto, so if you know of a way to use that environment to your benefit, go for it.

If you have any other questions, feel free to PM me.

[Halo]

"Yeah, how does this thing attach to a guy? And where do you want it on him?"

Tommy glances at the others around them, the spectators thankfully kept far away from the racers and half of them were too fixated on the bimbo to pay him and Kesia any attention anyway. He moves his body so his back is to the other racer next to them. “The base breaks away and releases adhesives. When you’re ready, give it a good crack and toss. It should expel the chem and stick to whatever it his . . . try and make sure it’s our friend. If not body, I’ll settle for bike.”

The bikes were really revving now and Muertes was becoming a bit restless. “Yo Homes! Kiss yo punta goodbye and let’s go!”

Tommy spared her that indignity and slaps her visor down. “Good luck! I’ll see you at the finish,” Kesia more reads off his lips than hears. The detective retreats back across the barrier to stand beside Muertes as the giant man signals his favorite lady.

The bimbo raises a green cloth over her head . . . pausing dramatically as all eyes were upon her. This was as close to the limelight of Hollywood as the poor girl would ever get, and she reveled in the attention. Finally, her arm drops and the race begins!

OOC:

Okay, from here we’ll be moving to kind of pseudo combat rounds. Each turn you’ll need to make Pilot Motorcycle checks versus the person ahead and behind you to see if you gain or lose ground. Feel free to get creative / sneaky / etc and take a few liberties . . . try and find creative ways to help yourself or hinder your opponents. You’ll be going through the ghetto, so if you know of a way to use that environment to your benefit, go for it.

If you have any other questions, feel free to PM me.

[Kesia Alfonse]

“The base breaks away and releases adhesives. When you’re ready, give it a good crack and toss. It should expel the chem and stick to whatever it hits . . . try and make sure it’s our friend. If not body, I’ll settle for bike.”

She laughed a bit and scolded Tommy, "Woulda been nice if you told me this information beforehand Detective. Way to leave it till the last second. I can see you’re a real professional." She spoke softly so only he could hear and then gave him a wink.

“Good luck! I’ll see you at the finish,”

"Death" then called for Tommy (Eeeek that sounds scary) as he fixed her visor in place. When he began to walk away Kesia slapped him on the back. "Hey don't worry I got this."

She looked down the road past all her competition at the woman holding the flag. Taking a deep breath and revving the throttle Kes leaned forward and calmed herself. Time to get back in the groove.

The bimbo's arm fell and the flag with it. The race was on.

Immediately she peeled out. The sound of rubber spinning on the pavement and the subsequent foul smelling smoke that accompanied it filled the street. The bike accelerated quickly and the faster it went, the bigger the smile on her lips became.

Now it was time to take care of business and pass the first of seven other competitors. She came up on the racer from his right and scooched in dangerously close attempting to psyche him out and cut him off. She kept her eyes on the road, and relied on her peripheral vision to judge her distance from the biker beside her.

She figured this guy at the back of the pack, who probably had the worst qualifying lap (assuming the race worked that way), would most likely be the least experienced and easiest to freak out.

Actions-
1: Ride close to “#7” on his right side and attempt to scare him out of her way
2-3: Dodge any incoming obstacles/dirty tricks.

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-14 14:55 ]

[Nomad Soul]

“The base breaks away and releases adhesives. When you’re ready, give it a good crack and toss. It should expel the chem and stick to whatever it hits . . . try and make sure it’s our friend. If not body, I’ll settle for bike.”

She laughed a bit and scolded Tommy, "Woulda been nice if you told me this information beforehand Detective. Way to leave it till the last second. I can see you’re a real professional." She spoke softly so only he could hear and then gave him a wink.

“Good luck! I’ll see you at the finish,”

"Death" then called for Tommy (Eeeek that sounds scary) as he fixed her visor in place. When he began to walk away Kesia slapped him on the back. "Hey don't worry I got this."

She looked down the road past all her competition at the woman holding the flag. Taking a deep breath and revving the throttle Kes leaned forward and calmed herself. Time to get back in the groove.

The bimbo's arm fell and the flag with it. The race was on.

Immediately she peeled out. The sound of rubber spinning on the pavement and the subsequent foul smelling smoke that accompanied it filled the street. The bike accelerated quickly and the faster it went, the bigger the smile on her lips became.

Now it was time to take care of business and pass the first of seven other competitors. She came up on the racer from his right and scooched in dangerously close attempting to psyche him out and cut him off. She kept her eyes on the road, and relied on her peripheral vision to judge her distance from the biker beside her.

She figured this guy at the back of the pack, who probably had the worst qualifying lap (assuming the race worked that way), would most likely be the least experienced and easiest to freak out.

Actions-
1: Ride close to “#7” on his right side and attempt to scare him out of her way
2-3: Dodge any incoming obstacles/dirty tricks.

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-14 14:55 ]

[Halo]

With the drop of the bimbo’s flag, Kesia kicks her throttle and rockets straight past the half-black / half-Hispanic racer labeled as “Chaco Taco” (ooc: rolling a 6 on 1d100 – yeah, you burnt him right out of the gate!). The whole pack blasts out of the garage surrounded by the cacophony of squealing tires and thundering engines. Ahead Kesia can see the tightly packed racers doing a little bump and jab as they jockey for position, and the back of Maza’s taillights growing smaller in the distance.

The pack follows a reflective sidewalk marker and makes a sharp turn onto the next road. Everyone falls into a single line as they lean into the turn, knees almost scrapping against pavement. Ahead of her is “Loaf”, a pale man with a physique to match his nickname. The bulbous racer lacked the proper aerodynamics to gain serious ground so early in the Corsa, but he and the bull of a bike he straddled promised to be a challenge getting around.

Loaf leans his bike left and right, focusing more on sweeping the width of the lane and keeping Kesia’s much faster bike trapped behind him. She pulls closer and notes his fat paw of a hand slipping off the handle to grip at something tucked behind his leg. Suddenly, he jabs his breaks and whips a long metal chain out, narrowly missing Kesia’s face and shattering her right-side mirror!


OOC: You are now side-by side with Loaf. With his attack slowing you both, you can feel Chaco Taco regaining lost ground on you. Off in the distance you can see Maza leading the pack off the paved road and into a dirt lot littered in trash and heavy construction equipment.

And as a side note, I’m going to the beach with my family this weekend and won’t be back until late Monday. Unfortuantely that means no updates here until probably Tuesday or Wednesday.

Have a good one, bud and I’ll see you next week!


Corsa di Tuono Positions
1 ) Maza
2 ) Rancor Ramone
3 ) Patchwork
4 ) Mini Muertes
5 ) Cottonmouth
6 ) Loaf
7 ) Razor
8 ) Chaco Taco


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-09-16 21:20 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

The sense of speed this bike had upon acceleration was insane. There weren’t many bikes she had ridden that could outdo this one in pure initial thrust it seemed. She blew right past the first racer and set her eyes on the very next.

Further up she could see the others were already battling it out. Even further still she could see that Maza was getting away!
“Yeah you run, we’ll just see how far you get.”

She followed the pack into a tight turn and leaned in till the ground is right next to her body, everything on it flew past as unrecognizable blurs.

Straightening out again she came upon the next racer. A rather plump fellow who was riding a loud, heavy boar of a bike. He made use of his wideness and blocked “Razor’s” path to glory.
She was quickly getting frustrated with this jerk. Suddenly he decided to attempt to take her out with a chain. He slowed down and whipped it at her. Kesia managed to duck underneath it but unfortunately he clipped her mirror, which pissed her off to no end. She gritted her teeth hard. “Damn it!” she shouted, although no one could hear her.
Aha. So this is THAT kind of race eh? she concluded after being attacked.
She suddenly realized the racer she had passed at the starting line was gaining. That wouldn’t do at all.

Now that he had slowed down enough so that she was beside the fat assed biker and not stuck behind him Kes wasted no time. Instead of taking revenge she merely attempted to pull away from him and use her faster bike to accelerate ahead.
I’ve got no time for fools like you, she thought, trying to convince herself not to let her anger control her actions. She didn’t want to lose the race just so she could kick the guy’s sorry ass.

She hit the throttle on full and leaned down close to the handles. Next setting her sights on “Cottonmouth”. (Assuming she gets away from Loaf)

Actions:
1- Pull away from Loaf
2- Accelerate
3- Dodge

OOC- Hey sounds like fun! Hope you have lots of fun in the sun.
No worries, I’ve got Fable and Burnout 3 to keep me company till we can continue.

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-22 15:33 ]

[Nomad Soul]

The sense of speed this bike had upon acceleration was insane. There weren’t many bikes she had ridden that could outdo this one in pure initial thrust it seemed. She blew right past the first racer and set her eyes on the very next.

Further up she could see the others were already battling it out. Even further still she could see that Maza was getting away!
“Yeah you run, we’ll just see how far you get.”

She followed the pack into a tight turn and leaned in till the ground is right next to her body, everything on it flew past as unrecognizable blurs.

Straightening out again she came upon the next racer. A rather plump fellow who was riding a loud, heavy boar of a bike. He made use of his wideness and blocked “Razor’s” path to glory.
She was quickly getting frustrated with this jerk. Suddenly he decided to attempt to take her out with a chain. He slowed down and whipped it at her. Kesia managed to duck underneath it but unfortunately he clipped her mirror, which pissed her off to no end. She gritted her teeth hard. “Damn it!” she shouted, although no one could hear her.
Aha. So this is THAT kind of race eh? she concluded after being attacked.
She suddenly realized the racer she had passed at the starting line was gaining. That wouldn’t do at all.

Now that he had slowed down enough so that she was beside the fat assed biker and not stuck behind him Kes wasted no time. Instead of taking revenge she merely attempted to pull away from him and use her faster bike to accelerate ahead.
I’ve got no time for fools like you, she thought, trying to convince herself not to let her anger control her actions. She didn’t want to lose the race just so she could kick the guy’s sorry ass.

She hit the throttle on full and leaned down close to the handles. Next setting her sights on “Cottonmouth”. (Assuming she gets away from Loaf)

Actions:
1- Pull away from Loaf
2- Accelerate
3- Dodge

OOC- Hey sounds like fun! Hope you have lots of fun in the sun.
No worries, I’ve got Fable and Burnout 3 to keep me company till we can continue.

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-22 15:33 ]

[Halo]

Kesia chooses to forego revenge and guns her engines hard. Loaf jerks his hawg hard to the side and narrowly misses broad-siding Kes as she guns her engines and slips away. Ahead the pack slows as they glide off the pavement and onto a great equalizer . . . a dirt construction lot. All the acceleration, tight transmission and RPMs meant little advantage now.

Kes gained ground quickly before the pavement terminates and she too makes the turn. She closes on Cottonmouth – an androgynous being covered head-to-toe in midnight black leather, complete with opaque helmet and visor. Clementine rumbles and shakes hard as her street racing tires struggle for a grip on the breaking dirt below. Suddenly, Kes looks up in time to see Cottonmouth break, jerk and gun its engines in a rapid fluid succession that catapults heavy dirt back into Kesia’s face!

OOC: partially blind, you’ll suffer a skill penalty.


Corsa di Tuono Positions
1 ) Maza
2 ) Rancor Ramone
3 ) Patchwork
4 ) Mini Muertes
5 ) Cottonmouth
6 ) Razor
7 ) Chaco Taco
8 ) Loaf

[Kesia Alfonse]

Kesia was quite pleased with her display of self-control. Not taking revenge had enabled her to pass Loaf and move up one spot.
I should shut out my temper more often. she realized. Although it was easier said than done.

Up ahead she saw the course continued onto a dirt lot. That wasn’t good. She made up as much ground as she could before hitting the new even playing field. She figured she was close enough to the next racer to maybe catch him/her, even if she didn’t have 100% use of her bike’s abilities.

The racer must have noticed her gaining because before she was able to get beside the leather clad competitor the guy darted out in front and starting spitting painful rocks back towards her.

”Damn!”
Kes ducked as low as she could below her small windshield for cover and instinctively slowed down to match “Cottonmouth’s” speed. This wasn’t a very good solution however. Most racing bike’s windshields tended to be tiny and this one was no exception. In order to get behind the shield Kesia was forced to lay almost flat down on the bike.

She thought for a moment amid the thunderous noise of hundreds of tiny rocks hitting her ride about how to tackle this problem.

Her mind raced and only came up with one solution to get this dirt out of her face. She had done it a thousand times and her reflexes worked now with a practiced efficiency.
Razor accelerated again and pulled back hard with her entire upper body, which lifted the bike’s front end up off the dirt, “Popping-a-wheelie” as it’s called. This let the rocks hit the underbelly of her vehicle rather than her face.

This was a tricky maneuver to pull, especially on a dirt road, but she wasn’t going to hold this position for long. She would only hold it for as long as it felt comfortable to control the bike, she wasn’t going to push her luck. Kesia hoped that for the amount of time she could do this stunt she’d be able to catch up to the racer who was just in front of her and move past his/her left side.

Actions:
1: “Pop-a-wheelie”
2: Accelerate
3: Dodge left


OOC- Haha, that was probably a stupid move considering my skill hindrance this round, but I couldn’t find another interesting way of getting around this obstacle besides just saying “Dodge left/right (Which I doubt would have worked anyways). But hopefully luck (or a guy named Dave) is on my side. As a great man once said. “Luck is one of my skills.”


[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-27 08:27 ]

[Nomad Soul]

Kesia was quite pleased with her display of self-control. Not taking revenge had enabled her to pass Loaf and move up one spot.
I should shut out my temper more often. she realized. Although it was easier said than done.

Up ahead she saw the course continued onto a dirt lot. That wasn’t good. She made up as much ground as she could before hitting the new even playing field. She figured she was close enough to the next racer to maybe catch him/her, even if she didn’t have 100% use of her bike’s abilities.

The racer must have noticed her gaining because before she was able to get beside the leather clad competitor the guy darted out in front and starting spitting painful rocks back towards her.

”Damn!”
Kes ducked as low as she could below her small windshield for cover and instinctively slowed down to match “Cottonmouth’s” speed. This wasn’t a very good solution however. Most racing bike’s windshields tended to be tiny and this one was no exception. In order to get behind the shield Kesia was forced to lay almost flat down on the bike.

She thought for a moment amid the thunderous noise of hundreds of tiny rocks hitting her ride about how to tackle this problem.

Her mind raced and only came up with one solution to get this dirt out of her face. She had done it a thousand times and her reflexes worked now with a practiced efficiency.
Razor accelerated again and pulled back hard with her entire upper body, which lifted the bike’s front end up off the dirt, “Popping-a-wheelie” as it’s called. This let the rocks hit the underbelly of her vehicle rather than her face.

This was a tricky maneuver to pull, especially on a dirt road, but she wasn’t going to hold this position for long. She would only hold it for as long as it felt comfortable to control the bike, she wasn’t going to push her luck. Kesia hoped that for the amount of time she could do this stunt she’d be able to catch up to the racer who was just in front of her and move past his/her left side.

Actions:
1: “Pop-a-wheelie”
2: Accelerate
3: Dodge left


OOC- Haha, that was probably a stupid move considering my skill hindrance this round, but I couldn’t find another interesting way of getting around this obstacle besides just saying “Dodge left/right (Which I doubt would have worked anyways). But hopefully luck (or a guy named Dave) is on my side. As a great man once said. “Luck is one of my skills.”


[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-09-27 08:27 ]

[Halo]

OOC: Hmmmm . . . . here’s my dilemma. Half my brain is saying Popping a wheelie while partially blind and racing over dirt?? You’re SO going to wipe out! Then again the other half of my brain is saying This is a Macross game . . based on an anime TV show. Is this the kind of stunt that could be pulled off in an anime? Hmmmm . . . let’s find out . . .


Kesia ducks under the first blast of raining rocks and then heaves her weight back, lifting the bike onto its hind wheel and catching the slinging mud against its underside.

Thought #1: SUCCESS!

Thought #2: WHEEEEEE Wheelies are FUN!

Thought #3: Is that a bulldozer? . . . . Oh Shit! That IS a bulldozer!!!!!!


Kes avoided the brunt of the mud, successfully deflecting it off the bottom of Clementine . . . . however, holding the bike upright turned out to be the easy part. Riding in a vertical stance left her momentarily blind to the road ahead, which wasn’t conducive to blazing a path through a construction yard! She drops her front wheel back to the dirt and finds herself rocketing straight into the broadside of a bulldozer!

At the last instant before she becomes a permanent addition to the dozer’s tank-like treads, Kesia leans her bike to the side, skidding out and sending her tumbling across the dirt! Her leather racing suit absorbs the brunt of the impact, and tonight she may be thankfell to be falling on broken earth instead of unforgiving asphalt . . . but tomorrow she was sure to be feeling it!

She shakes her head as one racer blazes past her . . . the nefarious Chaco Taco judging by the horn blasting a squealing rendition of “La Cucaracha” as it past. A heavier three-wheeled bike pulls up with Loaf sitting astride it. He grins but keeps his voice silent as he revs his engines threateningly at the prone girl.

[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-01 18:42 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

OOC- Agh! Meanie!
She wasn’t supposed to fall. I want a do-over.
Well so much for coming up with something exciting. Maybe I should have just stuck to dodge left/right. But I don’t see how that would have got me ahead.
Guess I’ll try to play it safe in future situations.

BIC: Kes pulled her wheelie off without a hitch. She was quite proud of her ability to pull such a tough trick on such unforgiving terrain. Man this race is gonna be a cake walk. she thought confidently.

Feeling the slurry of mud had ceased, she set the front of her bike back down and immediately her eyes went wide with surprise.
“Shiiiitt!”
Razor screamed loudly as she pulled to the side in order to avoid crashing head on into a bulldozer.

She felt the ground get closer and closer until the bike whipped out from under her and went flying. She skidded along the ground, trying to protect her flailing body as best she could.

After a few terrifying moments, she slid to a halt.
“Agghh…”, Kesia winced and sucked in air through her gritted teeth. She lay there dazed at first, but momentarily the full impact of the last few seconds came to her.
“Fuck!” she screamed in a blind rage. She punched the ground hard repeatedly, not caring how much it hurt. A racer flew past, beeping his horn in a taunting manner.

Where the hell is my bike? she asked herself. She pushed herself up with her hands and looked around. Before she saw her own bike however she saw that asshole “Loaf”. He was grinning at her, seemingly preparing to charge.

Quickly she looked around for something to defend herself with (Rock, Plank, Tools, etc.) and stood to face her aggressor.

“You want a piece of me you fat ass? Come on!” she yelled, now completely full of rage and hatred. She shook a fist at him angrily and stood ready to leap out of his path.

Actions:
(If weapon is found)
1: Grab weapon and stand ready
2: Dodge
3: Swing object at Loaf as he passes.

(If nothing is found)
1: Dodge
2: Dodge
3: Make a mad dash towards her bike

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-05 13:37 ]

[Nomad Soul]

OOC- Agh! Meanie!
She wasn’t supposed to fall. I want a do-over.
Well so much for coming up with something exciting. Maybe I should have just stuck to dodge left/right. But I don’t see how that would have got me ahead.
Guess I’ll try to play it safe in future situations.

BIC: Kes pulled her wheelie off without a hitch. She was quite proud of her ability to pull such a tough trick on such unforgiving terrain. Man this race is gonna be a cake walk. she thought confidently.

Feeling the slurry of mud had ceased, she set the front of her bike back down and immediately her eyes went wide with surprise.
“Shiiiitt!”
Razor screamed loudly as she pulled to the side in order to avoid crashing head on into a bulldozer.

She felt the ground get closer and closer until the bike whipped out from under her and went flying. She skidded along the ground, trying to protect her flailing body as best she could.

After a few terrifying moments, she slid to a halt.
“Agghh…”, Kesia winced and sucked in air through her gritted teeth. She lay there dazed at first, but momentarily the full impact of the last few seconds came to her.
“Fuck!” she screamed in a blind rage. She punched the ground hard repeatedly, not caring how much it hurt. A racer flew past, beeping his horn in a taunting manner.

Where the hell is my bike? she asked herself. She pushed herself up with her hands and looked around. Before she saw her own bike however she saw that asshole “Loaf”. He was grinning at her, seemingly preparing to charge.

Quickly she looked around for something to defend herself with (Rock, Plank, Tools, etc.) and stood to face her aggressor.

“You want a piece of me you fat ass? Come on!” she yelled, now completely full of rage and hatred. She shook a fist at him angrily and stood ready to leap out of his path.

Actions:
(If weapon is found)
1: Grab weapon and stand ready
2: Dodge
3: Swing object at Loaf as he passes.

(If nothing is found)
1: Dodge
2: Dodge
3: Make a mad dash towards her bike

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-05 13:37 ]

[Halo]

OOC: Well so much for coming up with something exciting.

LOL – the only problem is I decided the one thing even more exciting than pulling off that stunt was falling over and finding yourself in a very hazardous situation! Being perfect is no fun . . . but pulling your ass out of a fire sure is!!


“You want a piece of me you fat ass? Come on!”

Loaf revs his engines hard and stares down the angered woman. “Yeah, baby – I got a little somethin’ for yur ass!” he cackles as his grip releases on the handbrake. The bike’s wheels spin wildly, kicking dirt behind as they find their grip on the broken turf, and then the bike (well, technically a “trike” thanks to it’s pair of rear tires) rockets off. He pulls the throttle all the way back, setting for a ramming course at a girl half his size.

Kes hops from her knees straight onto the balls of her feet. The heavy bike bares down on her, tires squealing and rider cackling like a fat retard as he rockets for her. Mocha quickly glances right, then left as she desperately searches for something to defend herself with. She spies a partially buried wooden plank and snatches it up into her hand. With one clean stroke she pries it free from the earth and whips the board around, jamming it into the spokes of Loaf’s front tire as she rolls away.

The board kicks up into the undercarriage of the large bike, jamming at the wheel brace and causing the bike to jackknife forward. The tail end flies off the ground and catapult’s Loaf’s fat ass out of the sadle. He flies in a screaming arc, flipping in the air before landing unceremoniously in the dirt. “Ahhhh…… yur gonna pay fo dat, girle,” he groans as he grips his chain and begins to stand.


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-07 17:35 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

Kesia watched with much pleasure Loaf becoming airborne. It served the bastard right. First he tries to smack her with his chain and then he tries to run her over. No one could expect to pull that crap on her and get away with it.

Even before he landed she immediately ran towards him at full speed, still filled with blinding rage that made her forget about everything. About Tommy, the race, and her obligation to stick the bug on what’s his name. The only thing she wanted to do right now was hurt Loaf.

He began to stand up. At the point when he was still pushing himself off the ground Kesia, who was already running full speed for lots of momentum, rammed her knee towards him and at the same time went to grab his head. She attempted to pull it down roughly towards the oncoming rock hard body part.

“Raaaaargghhhhhh!” she screamed, nearly salivating with fury. She aimed straight for his nose in an attempt to knock him back down and hopefully put him out for the count.

Action:
1: Dash towards Loaf
2: Flying knee to the face
3. Dodge

OOC- Ha, I think you just like torturing me. I can imagine it must be fun to torture your players though.
“Haha look at him squirm!”

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-08 11:27 ]

[Nomad Soul]

Kesia watched with much pleasure Loaf becoming airborne. It served the bastard right. First he tries to smack her with his chain and then he tries to run her over. No one could expect to pull that crap on her and get away with it.

Even before he landed she immediately ran towards him at full speed, still filled with blinding rage that made her forget about everything. About Tommy, the race, and her obligation to stick the bug on what’s his name. The only thing she wanted to do right now was hurt Loaf.

He began to stand up. At the point when he was still pushing himself off the ground Kesia, who was already running full speed for lots of momentum, rammed her knee towards him and at the same time went to grab his head. She attempted to pull it down roughly towards the oncoming rock hard body part.

“Raaaaargghhhhhh!” she screamed, nearly salivating with fury. She aimed straight for his nose in an attempt to knock him back down and hopefully put him out for the count.

Action:
1: Dash towards Loaf
2: Flying knee to the face
3. Dodge

OOC- Ha, I think you just like torturing me. I can imagine it must be fun to torture your players though.
“Haha look at him squirm!”

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-08 11:27 ]

[Halo]

OOC- Ha, I think you just like torturing me. I can imagine it must be fun to torture your players though.

Not exactly, but close. It’s just basic drama . . . easy victories aren’t entertaining. If you don’t get the crap beat out of you during your journey, then the finish just feels empty. Watch any Rocky movie and you’ll see what I mean.

Also keep in mind that (unlike some GMs ) I do roll dice. And at level 1 that often means more failures than success.


“Raaaaargghhhhhh!” Kesia savagely cries as she charges the stunned, but recovering, Loaf. She dashes towards him, launching herself into the air and attempts to get all Crouching Tiger on his fat ass. Unfortunately, the large buffoon had a little Hidden Dragon of his own. He rises quickly from knees to feet and lunges into the small woman’s attack (ooc: critical success on his defense BTW). He passes by her violently angled knee and whips his chain out, wrapping it twice around her neck and clotheslines her back to the dirt.

Standing behind Kes, he wrenches the iron links tighter. “Nighty night time, princess,” he chuckles menacingly, his rancid breath tickly at nostrils desperate for air.


OOC: Given this is an Anime-based RPG, you’d probably have received a bonus had you yelled “Flying Razor Knee Strike!!” instead of “Raaaaaargghhhhh!”

[Kesia Alfonse]

OOC- Haha I know winning all the time isn't exactly exciting, I'm not complaining really. Just kidding with you.
And next time yeah, I'll scream some absurd attack name...and add some speed lines.
Hmmm if I you roll dice for all this, does that mean I could possibly level up after this small sidestory in time for the main game? I don't even really know how much exp. you need for that.

BIC- In mid-air Kesia's neck is violently choked and she slaps down hard onto her back. The impact is loud and painful. She immediately arches upwards in pain and gasps for air. She holds her back with one hand and gritting her teeth, she rolls over onto her stomach and pushes herself up.

“Nighty night time, princess,”

She realized the situation she was in. If she didn't do something quick she was as good as dead.
Mocha stood up. Her first instinct was to back away, but that would only serve to choke her more tightly (I'm assuming it's still wrapped around her).

She outstretched her arm and twirled it, wrapping the chain around her limb to give her neck some slack. She pulled back on the chain against Loaf, but obviously he was too strong. Her only choice was to attack again.

With her free arm she slipped her helmet off and in one swift motion, lobbed it at Loaf's head. She intended to hit him with it, but it was mostly a distraction for what came next.
Kes took one step forward and with her other leg fully extended, swung her big, heavy. leather booted foot directly at his crotch. If all else fails, stick to the basics. Crushing a guy's package has got alot of girls out of tight spots.

Actions:
1: Wrap chain around arm to reduce slack on neck.
2: Toss helmet at Loaf.
3: Kick to the crotch.

(Crap nothing left for dodges, oh well I'll take my chances )

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-12 11:37 ]

[Nomad Soul]

OOC- Haha I know winning all the time isn't exactly exciting, I'm not complaining really. Just kidding with you.
And next time yeah, I'll scream some absurd attack name...and add some speed lines.
Hmmm if I you roll dice for all this, does that mean I could possibly level up after this small sidestory in time for the main game? I don't even really know how much exp. you need for that.

BIC- In mid-air Kesia's neck is violently choked and she slaps down hard onto her back. The impact is loud and painful. She immediately arches upwards in pain and gasps for air. She holds her back with one hand and gritting her teeth, she rolls over onto her stomach and pushes herself up.

“Nighty night time, princess,”

She realized the situation she was in. If she didn't do something quick she was as good as dead.
Mocha stood up. Her first instinct was to back away, but that would only serve to choke her more tightly (I'm assuming it's still wrapped around her).

She outstretched her arm and twirled it, wrapping the chain around her limb to give her neck some slack. She pulled back on the chain against Loaf, but obviously he was too strong. Her only choice was to attack again.

With her free arm she slipped her helmet off and in one swift motion, lobbed it at Loaf's head. She intended to hit him with it, but it was mostly a distraction for what came next.
Kes took one step forward and with her other leg fully extended, swung her big, heavy. leather booted foot directly at his crotch. If all else fails, stick to the basics. Crushing a guy's package has got alot of girls out of tight spots.

Actions:
1: Wrap chain around arm to reduce slack on neck.
2: Toss helmet at Loaf.
3: Kick to the crotch.

(Crap nothing left for dodges, oh well I'll take my chances )

[ This Message was edited by: Bryce Snider on 2004-10-12 11:37 ]

[Halo]

Hmmm if I you roll dice for all this, does that mean I could possibly level up after this small sidestory in time for the main game?

It’s possible . . .

I don't even really know how much exp. you need for that.

2,100 points are needed for level 2. To put things in perspective, in almost two years of constant play Valen Devereaux (you remember him, don’t you? ) has earned 700 XP. But the good news is I plan to make XP more significant in this game than some of the other games around here.


BIC:
Kesia struggles against her captor, eyes bulging and throat begging for air. Strength fading fast, she lashes out at the mighty Loaf (ooc side note: ”The Mighty Loaf” would be an excellent name for a rock band!). Her arm reaches back, searching for the chain but fails to find its grip. In a fit of frustration she grips her helmet by the bell and whips it back behind her.

*CLUUUNK*

The impact sounds as hollow as one would expect from Loaf’s empty head. The blow doesn’t exactly send him reeling, but he does stagger back a step and loosen his grip on the chain.

Kes then finds the slack needed to loop her arm through the chain and pull wide. Glorious air floods into her lungs and she wheels on her opponent. With a savage cry she strikes out with a kick, firmly planting her foot in his junk!

Loaf whimpers like a giant man-child and drops the chain in favor of grasping his crushed testicles. “Oh . . . you gunna pay for dat, girlie.” Such a threat from a giant, bawling man clutching his balls is hard to take seriously.


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-18 22:04 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

OOC:
Holy crap. Poor Valen, he’s done so much yet learned so little. Haha.

BIC:
Feeling her foot sink in between Loaf’s legs was satisfying to both her eyes and her ears. She watched as he crumpled to the ground and yelped in pain.
Standing triumphantly in front of him, Kesia's chest heaved up and down as she took in air deep within her lungs. She was breathing heavily both from anger and from her momentary lack of oxygen.

Kes quickly took her chance to pick up his chain after he dropped it. She wrapped it around her waist for later use. Had she the time, “Razor” would have loved to stick around and teach him the meaning of pain, but she just remembered there was a race to win.

She picked up her helmet and then kicked up a bunch of dirt at his face before running back to her bike.
“Toodles assface.” She said mockingly while giving a slight wave.

Mocha grabbed the bike and stood it upright. She gave it a quick look to see if anything vital was missing or damaged. Either way she hopped on, reattached her helmet and sped off.

By now I must be really behind.. she thought. There’s no way I’m gonna get to my man and win this race legit.
She knew her only option, once she was out of the construction zone was to take a side street or alleyway that cut through the course. It didn’t even matter if she was disqualified and couldn’t claim any prize, as long as she got the bug on Tommy’s target.

Kesia ploughed through the rough turf of the sandy lot as fast as she could and hoped that soon she’d be back on the street where she could look for a shortcut.

Actions:
(Not sure if I even need these this round. There isn't really any major action going on, unless of course Loaf decided his balls don't hurt all that much and decided to get up to face Kes again before she runs to her bike)
1: Grab chain and helmet.
2: Get on bike, put helmet on
3: Go go go!

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-19 13:29 ]

[Nomad Soul]

OOC:
Holy crap. Poor Valen, he’s done so much yet learned so little. Haha.

BIC:
Feeling her foot sink in between Loaf’s legs was satisfying to both her eyes and her ears. She watched as he crumpled to the ground and yelped in pain.
Standing triumphantly in front of him, Kesia's chest heaved up and down as she took in air deep within her lungs. She was breathing heavily both from anger and from her momentary lack of oxygen.

Kes quickly took her chance to pick up his chain after he dropped it. She wrapped it around her waist for later use. Had she the time, “Razor” would have loved to stick around and teach him the meaning of pain, but she just remembered there was a race to win.

She picked up her helmet and then kicked up a bunch of dirt at his face before running back to her bike.
“Toodles assface.” She said mockingly while giving a slight wave.

Mocha grabbed the bike and stood it upright. She gave it a quick look to see if anything vital was missing or damaged. Either way she hopped on, reattached her helmet and sped off.

By now I must be really behind.. she thought. There’s no way I’m gonna get to my man and win this race legit.
She knew her only option, once she was out of the construction zone was to take a side street or alleyway that cut through the course. It didn’t even matter if she was disqualified and couldn’t claim any prize, as long as she got the bug on Tommy’s target.

Kesia ploughed through the rough turf of the sandy lot as fast as she could and hoped that soon she’d be back on the street where she could look for a shortcut.

Actions:
(Not sure if I even need these this round. There isn't really any major action going on, unless of course Loaf decided his balls don't hurt all that much and decided to get up to face Kes again before she runs to her bike)
1: Grab chain and helmet.
2: Get on bike, put helmet on
3: Go go go!

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-19 13:29 ]

[Rosalie Doucette]

OOC:
Holy crap. Poor Valen, he’s done so much yet learned so little. Haha.

Sigh . . . if only CR gave points for “Bitching and Moaning”. . . I’d be an ace-of-aces by now!!!


BIC:
With her foe down, Kesia quickly straddled Clementine (ooc: hmmmm…. that sounds rather dirty) and quickly sped away. She darted across the construction yard, past cranes and dozers and rockets out the other side and into the city again. Her plan to regain time by cutting through the city and jumping back onto the track was a good one . . . only no one, especially the race’s newest rookie, knew what the route was! The Corsa di Tuono was intentionally designed so that every turn was a surprise requiring split-second reflexes, and the finish line the greatest mystery of all! So how do you make a shortcut when you don’t know the course?

As she ponders this question, the speakers within Kesia’s helmet start crackling with static. “Ooooh, dere better not be no scratch on dat bike, 'Razor',” a feminine voice spoke with an obvious Cajun accent (ooc: care to guess who’s been reading waaay too much “Gambit” tonight? ). “Clem’ntine is far more valuable dan jus’ some fancy scooter. An’ I don’ care what Tommy says, if dere’s one teeeeny tiny scratch on my baby, I’m gonna . . . .” Pause, the speaker’s voice trailing off as if distracted. “Oh, left turn . . . now!”

OOC: there’s a mike in the helmet as well.



[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-19 22:49 ]

[Halo]

OOC:
Holy crap. Poor Valen, he’s done so much yet learned so little. Haha.

Sigh . . . if only CR gave points for “Bitching and Moaning”. . . I’d be an ace-of-aces by now!!!


BIC:
With her foe down, Kesia quickly straddled Clementine (ooc: hmmmm…. that sounds rather dirty) and quickly sped away. She darted across the construction yard, past cranes and dozers and rockets out the other side and into the city again. Her plan to regain time by cutting through the city and jumping back onto the track was a good one . . . only no one, especially the race’s newest rookie, knew what the route was! The Corsa di Tuono was intentionally designed so that every turn was a surprise requiring split-second reflexes, and the finish line the greatest mystery of all! So how do you make a shortcut when you don’t know the course?

As she ponders this question, the speakers within Kesia’s helmet start crackling with static. “Ooooh, dere better not be no scratch on dat bike, 'Razor',” a feminine voice spoke with an obvious Cajun accent (ooc: care to guess who’s been reading waaay too much “Gambit” tonight? ). “Clem’ntine is far more valuable dan jus’ some fancy scooter. An’ I don’ care what Tommy says, if dere’s one teeeeny tiny scratch on my baby, I’m gonna . . . .” Pause, the speaker’s voice trailing off as if distracted. “Oh, left turn . . . now!”

OOC: there’s a mike in the helmet as well.



[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-19 22:49 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

OOC- Haha, my girlfriend in real life is an Acadian. They're the original Cajuns, although their accents never developed to be that thick.

BIC- After a few moments Kesia was back within the inner workings of the city. She slowed to a halt and placed her feet on the ground to hold her steady. Closing her eyes, Kes listened intently for the sounds of the other bikes. If I can just figure out which way everyone is going by listening to where the sound is coming from...maybe I can find a way to cut them off. she deduced.
(OOC- See I had a plan )

“Ooooh, dere better not be no scratch on dat bike, 'Razor'

A loud angry voice came from the silence. Right inside her helmet. Mocha flinched in surprise.
"Ah! Shit! What the hell?"

After a moment she realized there was a speaker inside her helmet. How come Tommy didn't prep her for this stuff? She'd have to give him an earful after the race. It would be nice to brief your correspondants in the field.

“Clem’ntine is far more valuable dan jus’ some fancy scooter. An’ I don’ care what Tommy says, if dere’s one teeeeny tiny scratch on my baby, I’m gonna . . . .”

She could tell this was the woman who Tommy had spoken of before. The one she was replacing in the race. The woman obviously loved her bike. A feeling Kesia could completely understand having fallen in love with many of her bikes over the years. They treated her better than some people did that's for sure.
"Listen lady your bike is gonna be.." she started but was abruptly cut off.

“Oh, left turn . . . now!”
"Right" Kes replied. They must have some sort of city map. She figured they planned to guide her to the head of the pack. This would be much easier than her plan of trying to find her way by listening to where the screeching tire sounds were coming from.

"Okay. Going left." she said as she gunned the engine again.
She looked up ahead, and sure enough there was a left turn. She cut into it and then proceeded onward, keeping an ear open for advice.

Actions:
1: Left turn
2-3: Dodge

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-20 08:20 ]

[Nomad Soul]

OOC- Haha, my girlfriend in real life is an Acadian. They're the original Cajuns, although their accents never developed to be that thick.

BIC- After a few moments Kesia was back within the inner workings of the city. She slowed to a halt and placed her feet on the ground to hold her steady. Closing her eyes, Kes listened intently for the sounds of the other bikes. If I can just figure out which way everyone is going by listening to where the sound is coming from...maybe I can find a way to cut them off. she deduced.
(OOC- See I had a plan )

“Ooooh, dere better not be no scratch on dat bike, 'Razor'

A loud angry voice came from the silence. Right inside her helmet. Mocha flinched in surprise.
"Ah! Shit! What the hell?"

After a moment she realized there was a speaker inside her helmet. How come Tommy didn't prep her for this stuff? She'd have to give him an earful after the race. It would be nice to brief your correspondants in the field.

“Clem’ntine is far more valuable dan jus’ some fancy scooter. An’ I don’ care what Tommy says, if dere’s one teeeeny tiny scratch on my baby, I’m gonna . . . .”

She could tell this was the woman who Tommy had spoken of before. The one she was replacing in the race. The woman obviously loved her bike. A feeling Kesia could completely understand having fallen in love with many of her bikes over the years. They treated her better than some people did that's for sure.
"Listen lady your bike is gonna be.." she started but was abruptly cut off.

“Oh, left turn . . . now!”
"Right" Kes replied. They must have some sort of city map. She figured they planned to guide her to the head of the pack. This would be much easier than her plan of trying to find her way by listening to where the screeching tire sounds were coming from.

"Okay. Going left." she said as she gunned the engine again.
She looked up ahead, and sure enough there was a left turn. She cut into it and then proceeded onward, keeping an ear open for advice.

Actions:
1: Left turn
2-3: Dodge

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-20 08:20 ]

[Rosalie Doucette]

OOC: If I can just figure out which way everyone is going by listening to where the sound is coming from...maybe I can find a way to cut them off.

Ummm…. No. LOL As far away as those bikes could get in the time you were rolling around with Loaf, and in a big city like this . . . I don’t think you’d be able to pick them up with hearing. Especially with that helmet on and a crazy Cajun girl screaming in your ear.


Detective Rosalie Doucette sat atop the roof of her apartment; her but in a wheelchair and her broken leg extended outward in a heavy white cast. On her lap rested an open laptop displaying a map of the city and tracking the Corsa di Tuono.

“Alright, girl,” she said through her headset. “You jus’ follow my lead, and I’ll get you back on de track. Don’ be getting fancy now, hear? Jus’ do the job and bring my baby home!”

A left, a right, another right, a left – Kesia followed her guide’s instructions and found herself cutting a nice shortcut through the residential outskirts of City-15 and on a direct course for downtown. Traffic around her picks up as she gets closer and closer to the center of commerce and night-life. The dim green street signs of suburbia slowing change to the bright neon colors of a booming metropolis.

Two more turns through alleyways and Kes finds herself rocketing onto Main Street and cutting in between Maza and Cottonmouth – the androgynous racer who had forced her wipeout back in the construction yard!

Spotting Kesia’s bike behind him, Maza guns his engines and makes a break for it! He pulls his bike left, out of his lane and into on-coming traffic! Opening his throttle wide open he zigs and zags around cars. Horns blast . . . swears and gestures are exchanged as he expertly maneuvers further away from Kes.


Corsa di Tuono Positions
1 ) Maza
2 ) Razor
3 ) Cottonmouth
4 ) ???
5 ) ???
6 ) ???
7 ) ???
8 ) Loaf

OOC: Please note this is a heavy traffic area now . . . getting around the civilians (in either lane) may prove troublesome.


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-22 19:16 ]

[Halo]

OOC: If I can just figure out which way everyone is going by listening to where the sound is coming from...maybe I can find a way to cut them off.

Ummm…. No. LOL As far away as those bikes could get in the time you were rolling around with Loaf, and in a big city like this . . . I don’t think you’d be able to pick them up with hearing. Especially with that helmet on and a crazy Cajun girl screaming in your ear.


Detective Rosalie Doucette sat atop the roof of her apartment; her but in a wheelchair and her broken leg extended outward in a heavy white cast. On her lap rested an open laptop displaying a map of the city and tracking the Corsa di Tuono.

“Alright, girl,” she said through her headset. “You jus’ follow my lead, and I’ll get you back on de track. Don’ be getting fancy now, hear? Jus’ do the job and bring my baby home!”

A left, a right, another right, a left – Kesia followed her guide’s instructions and found herself cutting a nice shortcut through the residential outskirts of City-15 and on a direct course for downtown. Traffic around her picks up as she gets closer and closer to the center of commerce and night-life. The dim green street signs of suburbia slowing change to the bright neon colors of a booming metropolis.

Two more turns through alleyways and Kes finds herself rocketing onto Main Street and cutting in between Maza and Cottonmouth – the androgynous racer who had forced her wipeout back in the construction yard!

Spotting Kesia’s bike behind him, Maza guns his engines and makes a break for it! He pulls his bike left, out of his lane and into on-coming traffic! Opening his throttle wide open he zigs and zags around cars. Horns blast . . . swears and gestures are exchanged as he expertly maneuvers further away from Kes.


Corsa di Tuono Positions
1 ) Maza
2 ) Razor
3 ) Cottonmouth
4 ) ???
5 ) ???
6 ) ???
7 ) ???
8 ) Loaf

OOC: Please note this is a heavy traffic area now . . . getting around the civilians (in either lane) may prove troublesome.


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-10-22 19:16 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

Kes followed the woman's instructions to a tee and eventually found herself back on the beaten path of the race track. Better yet, she was right behind Maza!
"Hey thanks for the directions lady!" she said into the mic.
Behind her she noticed the racer who caused her crash earlier. Had Maza not been in sight she would have returned the favour.

Her prey quickly darted into traffic and without giving it a second thought she followed after him. As he cut his way through the oncoming cars she stayed directly behind him as best she could and used the trail he blazed to her advantage.
You're mine now. she thought smugly.

Her grip on the handles tightened in anticipation of catching the prize that was Maza. She put all her focus into staying with him. Quite possibly she had never been this determined in her whole life.

Just a little closer..

Actions:
1-3: Dodge

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-25 06:48 ]

[Nomad Soul]

Kes followed the woman's instructions to a tee and eventually found herself back on the beaten path of the race track. Better yet, she was right behind Maza!
"Hey thanks for the directions lady!" she said into the mic.
Behind her she noticed the racer who caused her crash earlier. Had Maza not been in sight she would have returned the favour.

Her prey quickly darted into traffic and without giving it a second thought she followed after him. As he cut his way through the oncoming cars she stayed directly behind him as best she could and used the trail he blazed to her advantage.
You're mine now. she thought smugly.

Her grip on the handles tightened in anticipation of catching the prize that was Maza. She put all her focus into staying with him. Quite possibly she had never been this determined in her whole life.

Just a little closer..

Actions:
1-3: Dodge

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-10-25 06:48 ]

[Halo]

OOC: Sorry for the delay, bud. Game on!

Even on a motorcycle Kesia displays a single-minded courageousness that would make any VF ace proud (or perhaps a single-minded insanity that would drive any mental ward patient downright wonky). Whether it was courage or insanity that drove Kes to follow Maza into oncoming traffic was irrelevant at this point – she had her prey in sight and had no intention of quitting now!

She darts Clementine into the path of traffic and follows Maza’s bike. She leans and jerks her cycle around panicked cars narrowly missing several, and losing her last rearview mirror thanks to a passing box truck.

The good news: Kes successfully dodged and weaved her way through the traffic hazards.

The bad news: There was no way she could keep pace with a driver as skilled as Maza while facing these odds.

Maza’s bike seemed to shrink smaller and smaller as the distance grew between the two racers. Kes holds on and tries to gain as much ground as she can, keeping one eye on hazards around her and the other watching for brief glimpses of Maza’s cycle weaving around traffic ahead.

Finally Maza’s bike cuts back and hangs a hard left out of traffic and into the City’s warehouse district. Kes guns her engines, closing on the intersection and gripping Clem’s bars for a sharp turn. And that’s when she hears two terrifying sounds: automatic gunfire and a heavily accented Cajun yelling, “No girl! It’s a trap!”

But it was too late, Kes leans into the left turn and finds four long sedans stretched across the street forming a roadblock. Men in ski masks knelt behind cover and sprayed the street with automatic slugthrowers! Thankfully, most of their attention was directed at the race leader and his forward tire explodes under him. Maza launches from his cycle, tumbling across asphalt until he slams against the door of a warehouse.

Kes is forced to drop the precious racing bike to the ground to avoid bullets zipping past. For the second time in a quarter hour she rolls hard on the ground, her leather racing suit absorbing the brunt of the impact. In mid tumble she suddenly hears Clementine explode against the sedan barricade.

Her mind was dazed and Kesia tries to bring herself back to her shaking legs. Clementine’s unfortunate death had caused quite a distraction and bought her some time, but the only thing she could focus on at this moment was a blur as Cottonmouth shot past them all (and completely ignored by the gunmen).

She staggers back, closer to a warehouse when a hand grips her by the arm and pulls her through a steel door. “Come on!” Maza says through his crimson racing helmet as he moves to a large metal crate perched on a dolly. “Help me block the door with this thing or we’re both dead!”


[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-11-13 17:38 ]

[Kesia Alfonse]

She wasn’t gaining on maza. In fact, despite risking life and limb to follow him through the traffic, he was getting away. How was she going to catch this guy? Her skills on a bike were good, but not nearly as good as his it seemed.

A truck literally brushed her arm as it ripped off her last rear view mirror. She couldn’t keep this up forever and she desperately hoped the course would veer off the main roads.

Suddenly Maza turned sharply into a warehouse district. She followed him in. Good, now I’ve got some room to move.

Her thankfulness was soon replaced by alarm as the simultaneous sounds of weapons fire and a loud Cajun screaming warnings in her ears made her heart pound.

She saw Maza take a hit and go soaring off his bike. The bullets were still flying though and she had to ditch her ride yet again. She rolled and tumbled across the ground, every part of her body was sore by now. After three crashes in one night, there was no part of her that hadn’t taken abuse. Tomorrow she’d be one big bruise.

She slid to a slow stop and heard the distinct sound of Clementine exploding on the Sedans. So much for Tommy helping her with her debt, now she had to pay for two bikes.

With a groan she began to push herself off the ground. Slowly she made it to her feet. She stumbled backwards and her back hit the door of a warehouse. She could see the gunmen were still reeling from the bike’s explosion. Good, that will buy me some time to get out of here.
The biker who was causing her trouble earlier shot through the road block. She could care less. Right now she had to save her own butt.

A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the door. Kes fought and tugged back until the hand let go. She peered through the darklness. It was Maza!

“Come on!” Help me block the door with this thing or we’re both dead!”

He stood behind a crate, ready to push. She positioned herself beside him and pushed with as much force as her aching arms could exert.
“What’s going on here? Who the hell are they?” She demanded while they moved the object.

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-11-16 08:56 ]

[Nomad Soul]

She wasn’t gaining on maza. In fact, despite risking life and limb to follow him through the traffic, he was getting away. How was she going to catch this guy? Her skills on a bike were good, but not nearly as good as his it seemed.

A truck literally brushed her arm as it ripped off her last rear view mirror. She couldn’t keep this up forever and she desperately hoped the course would veer off the main roads.

Suddenly Maza turned sharply into a warehouse district. She followed him in. Good, now I’ve got some room to move.

Her thankfulness was soon replaced by alarm as the simultaneous sounds of weapons fire and a loud Cajun screaming warnings in her ears made her heart pound.

She saw Maza take a hit and go soaring off his bike. The bullets were still flying though and she had to ditch her ride yet again. She rolled and tumbled across the ground, every part of her body was sore by now. After three crashes in one night, there was no part of her that hadn’t taken abuse. Tomorrow she’d be one big bruise.

She slid to a slow stop and heard the distinct sound of Clementine exploding on the Sedans. So much for Tommy helping her with her debt, now she had to pay for two bikes.

With a groan she began to push herself off the ground. Slowly she made it to her feet. She stumbled backwards and her back hit the door of a warehouse. She could see the gunmen were still reeling from the bike’s explosion. Good, that will buy me some time to get out of here.
The biker who was causing her trouble earlier shot through the road block. She could care less. Right now she had to save her own butt.

A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the door. Kes fought and tugged back until the hand let go. She peered through the darklness. It was Maza!

“Come on!” Help me block the door with this thing or we’re both dead!”

He stood behind a crate, ready to push. She positioned herself beside him and pushed with as much force as her aching arms could exert.
“What’s going on here? Who the hell are they?” She demanded while they moved the object.

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-11-16 08:56 ]

[Carlos Maza]

“What’s going on here? Who the hell are they?”

“Who . . . ARRGH . . . cares!” Maza groans as he puts his shoulder into his shove. “They seem pretty interested in shooting us, and that’s enough for me to get the hell away from them.” One more shove with Kesia’s help and the large crate is pushed flush against the door. “But my guess is they’re some of Cottonmouth’s boys since they let him just blaze past,” Maza says after kicking the dolly out from under the crate to lock it in place.

The warehouse was large and nearly three quarters full of crates and boxes stacked to the high ceiling. The walls were void of windows, but the rear of the warehouse had a loading dock for trucks and a stairwell that lead to an office overlooking the crates.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Something slams repeatedly against the door, but doesn’t move an inch thanks to the crate blocking it. The sound of angry voices and feet stomping pavement can be heard outside moving towards the rear truck-sized loading doors.

“Ah, shit,” Maza groans and starts looking around the room; his brain obviously trying to dig up a strategy. He grips a Velcro pouch on the front of his racing suit and rips it open. “You know how to use one of these?” he asks as a small handgun is drawn out and offered to her.

[Halo]

“What’s going on here? Who the hell are they?”

“Who . . . ARRGH . . . cares!” Maza groans as he puts his shoulder into his shove. “They seem pretty interested in shooting us, and that’s enough for me to get the hell away from them.” One more shove with Kesia’s help and the large crate is pushed flush against the door. “But my guess is they’re some of Cottonmouth’s boys since they let him just blaze past,” Maza says after kicking the dolly out from under the crate to lock it in place.

The warehouse was large and nearly three quarters full of crates and boxes stacked to the high ceiling. The walls were void of windows, but the rear of the warehouse had a loading dock for trucks and a stairwell that lead to an office overlooking the crates.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

Something slams repeatedly against the door, but doesn’t move an inch thanks to the crate blocking it. The sound of angry voices and feet stomping pavement can be heard outside moving towards the rear truck-sized loading doors.

“Ah, shit,” Maza groans and starts looking around the room; his brain obviously trying to dig up a strategy. He grips a Velcro pouch on the front of his racing suit and rips it open. “You know how to use one of these?” he asks as a small handgun is drawn out and offered to her.

[Kesia Alfonse]

“Who . . . ARRGH . . . cares. They seem pretty interested in shooting us, and that’s enough for me to get the hell away from them. But my guess is they’re some of Cottonmouth’s boys since they let him just blaze past,”

Damn, they'd do all this just so the guy could win a stupid race? She thought in amazement and disgust.

The door started shaking as the men outside attempted to bust their way in. It wasn't going to work. The crate was doing it's job.

She looked at Maza. Even though she was in a sticky situation right now, she couldn't be in a better position to place the bug on Maza. She merely had to pick her moment now.

Outside she could here the tromping of feet moving around the warehouse. She followed with her eyes towards where they seemed to be heading. She noticed the loading doors.

Oh damn..

“Ah, shit. You know how to use one of these?”

She turns to Maza who was offering her a gun. Well, that would sure even things out.

"Of course." She told him as she snatched it up. "We should find some cover, we're sitting ducks just standing here."

Kes was well accustomed to using firearms. She had learned how to handle one while on the hill. Every pilot needed to learn how to use at least a pistol. Your mecha wasn't always gonna be there to bail you out.

[Nomad Soul]

“Who . . . ARRGH . . . cares. They seem pretty interested in shooting us, and that’s enough for me to get the hell away from them. But my guess is they’re some of Cottonmouth’s boys since they let him just blaze past,”

Damn, they'd do all this just so the guy could win a stupid race? She thought in amazement and disgust.

The door started shaking as the men outside attempted to bust their way in. It wasn't going to work. The crate was doing it's job.

She looked at Maza. Even though she was in a sticky situation right now, she couldn't be in a better position to place the bug on Maza. She merely had to pick her moment now.

Outside she could here the tromping of feet moving around the warehouse. She followed with her eyes towards where they seemed to be heading. She noticed the loading doors.

Oh damn..

“Ah, shit. You know how to use one of these?”

She turns to Maza who was offering her a gun. Well, that would sure even things out.

"Of course." She told him as she snatched it up. "We should find some cover, we're sitting ducks just standing here."

Kes was well accustomed to using firearms. She had learned how to handle one while on the hill. Every pilot needed to learn how to use at least a pistol. Your mecha wasn't always gonna be there to bail you out.

[Carlos Maza]

"We should find some cover, we're sitting ducks just standing here."

“Yeah . . . yeah, cover . . . right,” Maza mumbles as he looks around. Spotting a crowbar leaning next to a crate, he swipes it up and grips it like a cudgel. He looks around the room.

“Well, the way I see it, we can either try hiding between the boxes and maybe make a break for it after they come in, or we can head upstairs and barricade ourselves in the office. Maybe call for help and wait it out.” He looks back at Kesia. “Your call.”

[Halo]

"We should find some cover, we're sitting ducks just standing here."

“Yeah . . . yeah, cover . . . right,” Maza mumbles as he looks around. Spotting a crowbar leaning next to a crate, he swipes it up and grips it like a cudgel. He looks around the room.

“Well, the way I see it, we can either try hiding between the boxes and maybe make a break for it after they come in, or we can head upstairs and barricade ourselves in the office. Maybe call for help and wait it out.” He looks back at Kesia. “Your call.”

[Kesia Alfonse]

“Well, the way I see it, we can either try hiding between the boxes and maybe make a break for it after they come in, or we can head upstairs and barricade ourselves in the office. Maybe call for help and wait it out. Your call.”

She thought for a moment. There would be nothing worse than getting shot in the back while trying to escape. But then again cornering herself could give her less of a chance. Who knows what kind of things those guys would do to her if they knew she was caged up in an office. Maybe they’d use explosives, maybe simply burn the place down. Either way it wouldn’t end well.

Yes, it was better to try to escape she finally decided. She turned to Maza.
“Alright, we’ll try to make a break for it.” She said to him without any doubt in her voice. “Let’s get closer to the doors.”

Kes nodded toward any cover that was near the loading bay. She began moving, while crouched down and keeping her head low.

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[Nomad Soul]

“Well, the way I see it, we can either try hiding between the boxes and maybe make a break for it after they come in, or we can head upstairs and barricade ourselves in the office. Maybe call for help and wait it out. Your call.”

She thought for a moment. There would be nothing worse than getting shot in the back while trying to escape. But then again cornering herself could give her less of a chance. Who knows what kind of things those guys would do to her if they knew she was caged up in an office. Maybe they’d use explosives, maybe simply burn the place down. Either way it wouldn’t end well.

Yes, it was better to try to escape she finally decided. She turned to Maza.
“Alright, we’ll try to make a break for it.” She said to him without any doubt in her voice. “Let’s get closer to the doors.”

Kes nodded toward any cover that was near the loading bay. She began moving, while crouched down and keeping her head low.

[ This Message was edited by: Nomad Soul on 2004-11-24 05:47 ]

[Carlos Maza]

“Alright, we’ll try to make a break for it.” She said to him without any doubt in her voice. “Let’s get closer to the doors.”

Maza nods to her and crouches into a stealthy posture. Slowly he walks into the boxes and begins a serpentine path to close on the rear loading area without being detected.

Suddenly, a door at either side of the warehouse slams open. From Kesia’s vantage she can see three men in ski masks and hefting military style submachine guns. From their careless posture and walk, she immediately knew they couldn’t be military trained. They were too loose . . . too carefree . . . and too cocky.

“Helloooo? Anybody home??” Once voice taunts and judging from the way Maza's head jerks to the opposite side, he obviously hears something she can't catch. “Can Maza come out and play?” the idiot laughs again.

Carlos looks back over his shoulder at Kesia and rolls his eyes. It’s one thing to get killed by a third-rate thug in a warehouse . . . but no way was he going to get taken down by a cocky prick like this. Not after all he’d been through!


Enemies:
1) Mask-1, Green, Entering door at rear left (next to loading docks, beneath the office)
2) Mask-2, Green, Entering door at rear left
3) Mask-3, Green, Entering door at rear left
4) ???, ???, Enterind door at rear right (and you don't know how many mystery men are entering through this door either).


OOC: With your helmet on and tinted visor down you’re taking a hit to any sort of sneaking roll, and a hefty penalty to detecting the enemy . . . especially at your peripherals.

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[Halo]

“Alright, we’ll try to make a break for it.” She said to him without any doubt in her voice. “Let’s get closer to the doors.”

Maza nods to her and crouches into a stealthy posture. Slowly he walks into the boxes and begins a serpentine path to close on the rear loading area without being detected.

Suddenly, a door at either side of the warehouse slams open. From Kesia’s vantage she can see three men in ski masks and hefting military style submachine guns. From their careless posture and walk, she immediately knew they couldn’t be military trained. They were too loose . . . too carefree . . . and too cocky.

“Helloooo? Anybody home??” Once voice taunts and judging from the way Maza's head jerks to the opposite side, he obviously hears something she can't catch. “Can Maza come out and play?” the idiot laughs again.

Carlos looks back over his shoulder at Kesia and rolls his eyes. It’s one thing to get killed by a third-rate thug in a warehouse . . . but no way was he going to get taken down by a cocky prick like this. Not after all he’d been through!


Enemies:
1) Mask-1, Green, Entering door at rear left (next to loading docks, beneath the office)
2) Mask-2, Green, Entering door at rear left
3) Mask-3, Green, Entering door at rear left
4) ???, ???, Enterind door at rear right (and you don't know how many mystery men are entering through this door either).


OOC: With your helmet on and tinted visor down you’re taking a hit to any sort of sneaking roll, and a hefty penalty to detecting the enemy . . . especially at your peripherals.

[ This Message was edited by: Halo on 2004-12-05 16:08 ]