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Post by DeredereChan on Sept 15, 2015 0:28:08 GMT
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Post by Frozen on Sept 15, 2015 0:39:06 GMT
Marq comes from the boat that held his Shockwave, almost dragging it to the starting line. "Aah... That girl put up quite the fight..."
Marq angles his Shockwave right-side up, and climbs on. He doesn't know what had happened to Vivian after such a great fight, but one would have to assume that she was around here... somewhere. While Marq is a bit beat up, he isn't too tired to not be able to assist Camille in any way he can with the race. He does, of course, have a debt to repay.
Shockwave's engine crackles, and soon, it storms! The metaphorical lightning is ever so present in Shockwave, and this wakes Marq up, putting a similar spark into him!
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 15, 2015 1:01:14 GMT
After getting on dry land, Chris was much more sober. However, he was still grinning and whooping like an idiot. "Yeah, let's do this!!" He said, dragging Speed of Sound onto the starting line. He flipped onto it, before grinning, his fame grabbing the attention of the many fans who had come to see him. "Good crowd tonight..." He grabbed the handlebars, before revving the engine, the motorcycle roaring to life. "Yeah, baby, let's get this show on the road!" He grinned, his eyes sparkling with fire.
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Sept 15, 2015 2:15:42 GMT
Alex quickly got out of the boat, and grabbed his motorcycle, riding to the starting line at Cape Town. The mark was still on his hand, but so far nothing bad has happened because of it. At the moment, he was more concerned with the race and getting to the start early. He didn't have time to worry about what was on his hand if it wasn't hurting him. Once he reached the starting line, he pulled up to the others who were already there.
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Post by Speachbyte on Sept 15, 2015 2:41:55 GMT
Arete got off the boat, got on his scooter and started for the starting line at a somewhat fast pace. Once there, he pulled up to the line near the others and started to look around. He noticed that he just so happened to pull up next to Alex, what a coincidence. He gave a friendly wave in his direction.
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 15, 2015 2:46:58 GMT
Chris was on Arete's other side, and chuckled. "You think you're gonna win this race on a scooter, boy? You really should get on our level." He cracked his neck, before placing his helmet on, which matched his bike's colors perfectly, along with the "SoS" on the back and purple flames on the side.
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Sept 15, 2015 2:52:00 GMT
Alex looked over to see the guy he met on the boat. What was that guy's name? Arete? He seemed like a nice guy but Alex didn't really trust him very much. He returned the wave for the sake of being friendly.
Alex also noticed that Arete was on that scooter of his. So that wasn't a joke. Perhaps the guy actually had some method of keeping up despite his vehicle not even having a motor on it. And as much as he would like to stick around and see what Arete was actually doing, Alex had to focus on his own state in the race. He turned his attention back to the road, ready to start at any moment.
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Post by Speachbyte on Sept 15, 2015 2:59:55 GMT
Seeing that Alex had turned away, Arete turned to see Chris but decided to ignore that statement and went to look at his map once again before the race started up again. He didn't need that stress and people can say what they will, it didn't really matter.
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 15, 2015 3:05:02 GMT
Chris checked his own map, and began to memorize it, and even took note of some places where he could do a few tricks for the fans without inhibiting his time or speed, and even some shortcuts. He grinned under his helmet. This was going to be fun, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He also took note of some spots to set up Life in Technicolor for some sniping of racers that got in his way.
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Post by Residisi on Sept 15, 2015 16:13:48 GMT
"Finally....That ride took forever..." Paul complained as he swiftly got off the boat with his treasured car, unable to stand even looking at the ship that brought them here. As he started slowly roaming the surrounding area in his car, he noticed the others nearby. Mainly Camille, Marq, Alex, CJ, and some two other guys he had never seen before. He didn't care much about that though, since what he cared the most about now was getting to first place as soon as possible. "Guess this is God's fucking karma or something, since I took so much money from her...." He thought as he tapped his head, still angry at the mysterious assassins sent to murder him and the others. There might even be an assassin in the very town he was in! The simple thought of that could drive him mad, since that meant he would target him and the others, forcing him to reach the finish line in a less desirable place once again.
"Goddamnit if I find the guy who....What's that..." Paul started thinking before he was suddenly blinded by a mysterious, golden light. After a while, his eyes got slightly used to the intense brightness, allowing him to see exactly what was causing that peculiar reaction. "W-Wait....Is that a...." He thought with his mouth wide open, unable to comprehend the object in front of him. Next to his car, there was a young boy, almost as tall as him, whom was riding a golden motorcycle. Out of all the things he had seen in the race, none could come close to this! It looked so real, so unbelievably real! It made his car look like dirt! "Who the Hell is this guy?!" He thought, as the mysterious stranger just drove past him, his bike decorated with various posters and tags.
"Mike is the best....Huh?" Paul thought as he managed to read one of the sentences written on it, mainly "Mike is the best!". He then proceeded to grit his teeth out of jealousy. "So I guess his name is Mike, huh.....What an asshole, showing off his bike like that...." He said as he started biting his tongue, before deciding that being angry at someone wouldn't help and that he should start planning his next route in the race.
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Post by hellohello on Sept 15, 2015 21:33:07 GMT
"Hey, you see that motorcycle guy? What an asshole.", CJ said, walking up behind Paul. He had left Guy to sort out his horse and wandered over to Paul as he was waiting for his car.
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Post by Residisi on Sept 16, 2015 16:34:11 GMT
"...He really is..." Paul said, finally agreeing with CJ on one thing today, at least. "I bet he thinks he's hot shit. Can't wait to see that bike break down...." He said, deviously grinning as he started rubbing his hands in a strange manner. "I suppose the next leg of the race will start soon, right?" He asked CJ, since he needed to prepare himself.
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Post by DeredereChan on Sept 17, 2015 0:51:17 GMT
The starting line at this point is filled with the deafening sound of dozens and dozens of engines running at the same time, and anticipation is running high. However, suddenly, a loud voice can be heard above the frightful noise, likely being amplified. Hello, ladies and gentleman, welcome to the fifth leg of the Poco Ball Run! In this route, as I'm sure you all know, you'll be racing to the city of Lagos, Nigeria, a beautiful city by the sea side. Along the way, you will be greeted by the beautiful sights of the African Savannah. Remember to watch out for the lions! ...The organizers of this race are not responsible in any way for injuries, destruction of property or death that are experienced while participating. Camille, who was almost napping at her Vespa, perked up at the voice speaking. It sounded so familiar... who could it be? After a moment of thinking, she realized it was the cheerful guy who was giving out boat tickets in Chile. Joe, or something like that. Now, I'm not allowed to reveal TOO MUCH about the rest of the race, but apparently, I've been given permission to reveal route six as well! Listen up close, everyone! After resting for a day in Lagos, the race will be picking up again, with your destination being the Strait of Gibraltar, the waterway separating Spain and Morocco. How exciting! Just make sure to dress for the desert when the time comes around! A few other race organizers spoke up afterwards, translating what the first speaker said into several languages. The crowd was beginning to get restless during this part. After a while, the cheerful man, Joe Pop, spoke up again, as exuberant as ever. Alright, prepare yourselves, we will be starting in exactly thirty seconds! The racers revved up their engines and eyed the other racers suspiciously, paranoid that someone would try to cheat and leave the starting line early. The seconds seemed to tick by like hours, the anticipation was almost unbearable. FIVE
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Post by Jetsterjason on Sept 17, 2015 1:20:51 GMT
Chris grinned, before his wheels began spinning very fast after start, rocketing him forward with almost impeccable reaction time. He was off and going, and was not stopping for anything. He was ready for the best or the worst. His heart was in his throat, his mind running faster than his bike. 'Come on, Chris, you can do this.' He thought. 'It's just like your tricks, only the trick is getting to the finish before anyone else. You can't disappoint the fans.'
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Post by Speachbyte on Sept 17, 2015 2:53:48 GMT
Once he heard start, Arete began push himself on his scooter. Unsurprisingly, he was left completely in the dust by the entire competition. Even so he continued to go at an embarrassing speed down the road. At least it was faster than walking.
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