I Can't Drive Fiiiifty FIVE! (Motorail Peoples and Fans)

[Anonymous]

An orange and red glow was roaring down the darkness of the night on the streets of Teinar. Ike always found the night so much more interesting than the day. After all night was the more natural state of Teinar wasn't it? All those fake lights to create the fake day time of the city. People missed so much while they were sleeping. The city always seemed so much more ready for you at night.

This biker always arrived early at the street Motorail was supposed to happen on. He loved getting there before anyone else, besides Molly, she beat him there most of the time. That blogger...she was obsessed. Being able to see the quiet of the street turn into the party and hectic blob people was a sight to see. The way the emotion rose slowly and ramped up, It felt good to Ike.  He pulled his bike around a corner and came to the darker street, one that was off by itself. Not fully developed yet. Constant construction always provided Motorail with its home. He rolled to a stop at the side of the road and shut Mary James off. He lifted his leg and stepped off of the bike.

He slid his hands into his pockets, it looked like Molly wasn't even here yet. The lights on the bike lit up some of the dark somewhat dirty street. It was almost a tangible feeling the darkness waiting to embrace her rebel children. He could feel the tingle starting to crawl over his skin. That anticipation. He closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to feel the wind of movement, there wasn't a lot of wind underground after all. It was so refreshing.

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The snake woman was in her room, one light with the shade removed sitting on her computer desk to light it. She stood over by the closet the door propped open with a shoe and the mirror reflecting her getting ready. Some screaming metal music played over the computer. The band name probably had something to do with death or a metal of some kind. She always listened to that kind of music before the races. It got the blood lust of the road boiling.

Makani had on a dark green shirt that was ripped across her stomach showing the black ring she had through her belly button and the few scales that branched out from there as well. It was also ripped right where her cleavage would show. Her riding clothes always looked interesting. A pair of mostly black bondage pants clung to her legs. They had pinstripes of a neon green down them. Her hair, today anyway, had blue streaks throughout it. She turned around looking at herself in the mirror. Another rip was across the small of her back showing the fish tattoo standing out against her skin. Her green bandanna was tucked into her back pocket. She appraised herself in the mirror and nodded.

Grabbing her combat boots from the floor of the closet she kicked the other shoe in and the door closed by itself. She walked out of her room flipping a switch and the electronics in the room shutting off behind her. She got to the kitchen and two shot glasses were already sitting out with a bottle of Jack Beam next to them. The crew needed to get here! Their one shot tradition, that of course Makani had started, needed to be attended to. She pushed herself up on the counter and started to pull on her boots and lace them up. She loved those damn things, worth every penny for sure.

After lacing them up she sat for a moment in the quiet whirring in the house. She sighed and pulled out a pack of little cigarillos. She smiled smelling them and taking a glass out of the cabinet. It was obvious this one had been used as an ash tray most of the time, some ash still lingered in the bottom of the glass. She lit the cigarillo and breathed in deep, sometimes she wished she'd splurge and by the cigarettes. She started to think about the race tonight.

It was about time too, she needed a charge.

[Anonymous]

The alarm clock hit the wall with enough force to silence the annoying tone, thank the Gods. Garrett sat up in his bed, in his every so tiny apartment, bright blonde hair in disarry and his eyes still closed.

Blindly the mage reached his hand out to grab his large white sunglasses off the table next to the bed and slipped them on his face. What the Hell time was it? He looked at the remnants of his busted clock and sighed. Well that was of no help at all. Running his hand through his hair, Garrett stood, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked on the floor for something to wear.

After picking up the least dirty sleeveless shirt and pair of pants he had, he slipped on his boots and looked around the room, obviously searching for something. Standing in the middle of the messy room, he snapped his fingers, reached under his bed and found a half eaten protien bar, stuck it in his mouth and headed toward the door. As Garrett's hand touched the knob he stopped and gazed back at his apartment.

"Oh yeah..."

He walked back to his bedroom, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of the dresser drawer. Opening the box he grinned as he was greeted by a few joints that where in the box instead of the cigs. The mage headed out of the apartment with a smile on his face and a single thought in his mind....it was going to be a good night.

[Anonymous]

Kilian walked down the low0lit street with his helmet under his arm, scanning his surroundings with deep-set eyes. The sound of his footfalls echoed against the walls and ceilings. He stopped in the middle and crouched to the ground, feeling the texture of the road and the dampness. Not quite perfect conditions. This part of Teinar rarely was but they it less well guarded than where he lived. The riders at the edge would have the hardest trouble though, the conditions worsened at the edges. Hopefully he could get a spot nearer the centre.

He pushed himself to his feet, his small, black wings flexing as he moved. By now he had learnt to ignore the useless little things but he still hated the way they moved. He continued walking down the street scanning the route for potholes, thinning asphalt and oil slicks. It wasn't as bad as he had first thought, so long as he kept an eye on the road.

Kilian sighed, weren't the authorities meant to take care of things like this? He supposed they were too busy showing off their might to actually do anything about the city they were meant to protect. At least the road would sort the real racers out.

Kilian went to back to the start of the route and walked into the alleyway that hid his bike. He wanted to give it a last few tunes and check over everything before the race, even though he'd already done it four times since waking up to prepare. He'd added a few illegal mods to his bike that he'd have to remove again after the race. He didn't want any soldiers spotting him with his bike like this, which was why he'd hidden it when he'd gone for the walk.

There was nothing to do now but wait. Tinker and wait.

Edit: Fixed the Aedolis references. *headdesk*

[Anonymous]

“Argh!”

    The damn alarm clock was doing that thing again; letting the unfortunate woman know it was time to wake up. Why did they have to be so loud? Couldn’t someone invent an alarm clock that waked you up in a soothing way…maybe like wind chimes or harps? In fact she would have to invent that one day and mentally put on her things to do someday but probably never would.

     Akitin was a procrastinator and not a morning person or an afternoon person for that matter. She was like a cat, liked to sleep most of the day then come out at night and hunt…well not hunt but do all the things she liked doing like riding her motorbike.
     “Oh yeah!” she exclaimed muffled slightly by the bedclothes, “Race!”

    She rolled out of bed onto the floor, taking the bedclothes with her before disentangling herself. Tonight was the night for Motorail! Tonight there was a race and she was not going to get injured. If she didn’t that would be her fifth in a row, a personal best. Her boss was starting to get a bit suspicious about her constant stream of suspicious injuries; most people just thought she was just really clumsy…which wasn’t entirely wrong. And getting hurt…well hurt a lot so that was a further incentive.

    Picking herself off the floor she made her way to the kitchenette for a cup of liquid caffeine, aka coffee. Her day-job entailed helped other people get healthy but her lifestyle was far from healthy or safe. Nope she was an adrenaline junkie and a slob and she was proud of it.

     Thanks to the wonder-liquid her brain was starting to wake up and she mentally went through her checklist of things to do before the race which were mostly modifications and repairs on her bike, all of which she had finished a few hours ago when she finally decided to go to bed.

     Her motorbike, affectionately called ‘Hestia’ was in one corner of the lounge surrounded by several tools and spare parts. Akitin tended to work on it every spare minute she got so why not have it only four paces away from the refrigerator? After giving Hestia an affectionate pat she headed into her room to change.

     On the floor were piles of clothes, mostly baggy comfortable ones like jeans and t-shirts but they weren’t really racing attire. No, for racing she preferred much more streamline ones like leather motorbike trousers and jackets, and you tended to get less injured if you fell off when wearing them…unless you were really clumsy like she was.

     Once she changed she began the delicate process of getting Hestia out of the apartment. It wasn’t a particularly large bike, so as long as the angle was right it fit out of the door fine as well as along the corridor and in the elevator. Hopefully no-one would want to get on and Akitin probably looked very strange stood in the elevator with a bike by her side.

     Fortunately no-one else got on and Akitin and Hestia made it to the ground floor without incident. After exiting the elevator and checking that no-one was around, she climbed onto her bike before riding out the automatic doors and into the streets of Teinar. She had a good feeling about this race, maybe she’d even win this time.

[OOC This post strikes me as really rambly to start with and really rushed at the end o.O *sigh*]

[Anonymous]

Meanwhile, in an empty lot in a rather bad neighborhood, another alarm went off.

Gear hadn't been able to sleep at all, for excitement about the upcoming race. Lately there wasn't much happening for a cyborg prodigy to get excited about, but today was different. He had recently overhauled the control system on his bike, Allen Mark II. Now, instead of trying to actually drive the thing, he could hook it up to his cybernetic eye and navigate with his vision. And that, he thought self-indulgently, is frickin' epic.

So he drove around the little lot tirelessly, practicing smooth switching between steer and look modes so he wouldn't run himself off the road trying to see the racer next to him. It was tons more fun this way anyway... maybe he'd actually win today. The thought made him even more excited. With the prize money, he'd be able to add to his savings for that cannon-arm he'd always wanted... after all, what point was there to being a cyborg if you couldn't make your nonhuman limbs do really cool stuff?

The bike was in the middle of a turn when the blue backlight on his arm started flashing, and an alert icon appeared on the far right side of his vision. Gear jumped a bit, and the bike with him, but thankfully not enough to throw off his turn. He straightened out and slowed to a stop, hopping off and throwing down the kickstand before disconnecting his cords. He raised his goggles and tapped the side of his head, and an alert screen came into view. It read RACE TONITE!!! :) in vibrant yellow letters, but Gear already knew what it was for.

He dismissed it with another tap and ran over to where he'd left his bag. He fished his uniform out: a tight-fitting red, blue, and yellow affair that only covered the one leg and arm. He looked about, engaging his infrared vision to search for anyone who might be close enough to discover him, and promptly divested himself of his street clothes and changed.

Once dressed, with oiled joints and tightened bolts and color-coordinated gloves, pads, boots and armored attachments for his arm and leg, he looked like a force to be reckoned with... to the extent that any eleven-year-old boy could look so. He was often accused of being a girl, asked on dates by desperate fans, and every time he got a bit angry and set them straight. Not that it really mattered; girl racers were good, too. But I'm a boy. Can't they tell?

He took his goggles off and replaced them with his helmet, which now had holes in the sides to let his cords through. He put the bag on his shoulders and mounted the vehicle, re-connecting himself and raising the kickstand. He grinned enthusiastically at no one in particular, and set off down an alley. He'd get to the track early, he thought, and have a few runs around before the others arrived.

[Rhi-Rhi]

Guy or girl, guy or girl...? Mm...girl.

Soiras planted her hands on her hips, turned her body to the side, and stared at her reflection in her full-length closet mirrors, eying her pale body from head to toe. Where normal people had trouble deciding on what clothes to wear each day, Soiras had the added problem of deciding on what sex she wanted to be--or at least start out as. Yesterday she had been a man, so she supposed it was time to switch it up a little, and she did like her female form. It was softer than her male one and she liked the different curves and contours, but both forms had their individual perks and beauty.

Her? Vain? Never.

Finally deciding to stick to female form, she winked at herself and flashed a thumbs up then flounced over to her closet and got dressed in a nice, skin tight, stretchy outfit to wear under her uniform before throwing that on--a thick, neon green jacket and thick, matching pants. Then came the boots and a pair of leather gloves that covered her fingers. Screw fingerless gloves; those turned your fingers to ice. She zipped up, belted up, and made the final adjustments on her uniform, then headed out of the bedroom, through the laundry room, and into her garage.

The watch on her wrist read that she was running a little off schedule, having spent too much time debating over what she wanted to be that day, but that just meant she'd have to ride faster. Her bike, The Agitator, was in tip top shape, and it wasn't long before she'd thrown on her helmet and was roaring out of her garage toward the track.

It was only when she was halfway there that she remembered with a curse that she'd forgotten to close the garage door.

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Soiras got to the track quicker than she'd anticipated. Earlier than she'd anticipated, too, from the looks of the deserted place. Weird. Slowing to a stop, she dismounted, kicked down the kickstand, and took off her helmet so she could cradle it under one arm and shake her short, sandy brown hair free. The little bells woven into the strands tinkled pleasantly.

Where was everyone? She poked out her bottom lip in a small pout and tucked some hair behind one daintily pointed ear, gray eyes squinting as she peered about. Empty. Huffing, she shoved back her sleeve and checked her watch again--

And then groaned when she saw the time.

The time hadn't changed since she'd left her house. Who knew when it had stopped working.

So either she was really early or really late.

[Anonymous]

She didn't want to get up yet and she definately didn't want to participate in Makani's tradition or whatever she called it. She didn't want to drink, she didn't really like to drink and she couldn't drink. It simply just did not work out. At least this time when she got up though she didn't have a headache to deal with...yet of course. She was pretty sure upon getting to where the race would be at would give her head time to produce a fairly nice headache for her to deal with. Bikes weren't entirely quiet after all.

With a sigh she rolled off of her mattress and stood up, rubbing her eyes gently. Fi grumbled as she went to her closet and pulled a set of clothes out, not caring if they matched or not. She slipped the shirt on, after removing her other shirt of course, which was just a plain white shirt that of course, like most of her other shirts, exposed her stomach. She then changed her pants as well and fixed her hair so it wasn't sticking up everywhere.

She thought for a second before getting some of her pills out of the bottle and stuck them in her mouth, swallowing them. 'Just in case.' There would be no time to take them later and she didn't have any pockets in her pants in which to keep the bottle. After that she looked herself over in the mirror and shrugged slightly. It worked. With that in mind she left her bedroom and trudged towards the kitchen, hoping to get something to eat and avoid Makani's tradition.

No such luck. Makani was there. Waiting. Her thing with not drinking was usually understood so she hoped Makani wouldn't bug her to drink anything today. It would make her life so much easier. "Hey." she said to her. Fi was one of very few words to anyone. If she didn't have to say more than a few words then she wouldn't. Ah but she needed food so she had to say more. "What do we have to eat..?" she asked as she looked around some, going through the fridge and what not in search of food.

[Anonymous]

((Sorry for the wait guys.))

Makani sighed sliding her cell phone out of her pocket and checking the time. It was time to get going. These shots had to be going through her system ready and kicking it up! Dang Rupi for being late. Makani wasn't what anyone could call responsible really. Only with her friends could she ever be called that. She was into a lot of strange and sometimes very, very dark things. Things she had to do, or meant to she always arrived on time.

Then a distraction walked in the room. Fi! Makani couldn't help but get excited whenever Fi woke up. She really did love the girl. She grinned at Fi then did a double take looking at her Cigarillo. She took one last hit and smudged it out in the glass she was looking for an ash tray. Those never helped Fi's headaches, though not much did.  Hopefully Garrett would be there tonight and she could get Fi some real medication. If Fi would just listen to her about it.

"Good morning sssslash evening Sunshine." She looked at Fi for a minute tilting her head then hopped off the counter.

"I bought some lunch meant yesterday, then some steak for our after race celebration." she grinned at Fi her long canines showing.  "You're not allowed to eat that now though. Two steaks, one for me one for you." She wandered over to the fridge and crossed her arms on top of the door and put her chin on them watching Fi look in the fridge for food.

Makani's brow furrowed for a second as she looked at Fi. She couldn't ever help worrying about her roommate. Motherly wasn't something you could call Makani, ever. With Fi it was so different though. Rupi she took care of sometimes when she was drunk. Drug her to bed when she had to many...of whatever they were having. The difference being Makani eggin her on is what normally caused the passing out.

"How're you feeling tonight Fi?"

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Ike rocked back and forth on his feet a small upturn of his lips on his face. He was starting to hear the rumble of bikes, and one smaller sound. Molly's scooter. The poor girl has a silly looking pink scooter that she always drove. She was in love and afraid of the bikes intensely.

Ike grinned and knelt down next to his bike starting to mess with things on it that didn't really need fixing. He hoped that it would stop her from expecting too much of a conversation from him. She was a very sweet girl. Just very talkative. He enjoyed her company when he didn't have to find all sorts of things to carry on the conversation.

The scooter was getting closer then he saw her. She always dressed in pink. Such a girly girl into Motorail as much as Molly? That was always weird to see. She pulled up next to him. She has curly blond hair with red on the tips that stuck out from the bottom of her helmet. She pulled her helmet off and tried to smooth her hair. She was wearing a pink zipped up riding jacket. He couldn't help but shake his head at her a little bit.

"Ike!" She waved at him and slid her back pack off her shoulders sitting in on the ground next to the bike.

"Hey Molly."

The rumbling of the bikes got louder. Sounded like it was almost time.

[Anonymous]

Rupi wasn’t late, Rupi was distracted.

It had occurred to her as she tore through the streets of Teinar exactly why Makani’s bike had only been working at seventy-nine percent estimated efficiency after she’d last changed a few parts. So while she had actually arrived early the mechanic had stopped to tweak with a few tensions until she was confident that everything would run smoothly. If she was right, and with machines she was always right, then Serpentine would growl like a tiger in heat as soon as Makani touched the throttle.

Her own bike, Hornet, was no where near the level of the other girls’, for various reasons. For one, Rupi didn’t race, so hers didn’t need the speed. While it wasn’t going to win any races, her yellow and black bike was still her pride and joy.

For Rupi to work she needed music. The type depended on her mood, and could be anything from heavy metal to pump her up or a soft ballad to help her woo the parts into making sweet lubricated love to each other. As such she had craftily filled the empty spaces with speakers and a hard drive, effectively turning her motorbike into a mobile platform of sound with a subwoofer than sent out small earthquakes every time the music thumped.

And of course there was the set of tools stored in a hidden compartment under the seat.

Grinning and wiping her hands, Rupi turned away from her work and headed upstairs. Form fitting yellow leather pants and thick boots made her legs look fabulous, if she did say so herself, and she did several times in front of the mirror before leaving. Her top was covered by a black sports bra with a gold hornet emblazoned on the back. She liked things to match. Fingerless black leather gloves that covered up to her elbows finished her racing ensemble by providing style, protection and practicality for any tinkering she might have to do tonight.

Rupi considered her bum to be her best physical asset, thus the pants were for looks, the rest was all business.

Literally as she walked through the door to Makani and Fluff’s kitchen she heard her name.

“Duuuuude,” she said, amazed as she strode in and hovered near the booze, “You could not have known I was here. Psychic moment, y’know? Maybe we should have you checked, see if you’re a spy.” Jokingly elbowing Makani in the ribs, Rupi grinned at Fi.

“Evenin’ Fluffster, all drugged up and ready to go?”

[Anonymous]

The city was nothing but a blur of lights as Garrett’s bike, Violet flew down the streets. He always loved and loathed the races. Of course there was the thrill of the race itself, the roar of engines the people screaming just as the race was about to begin. The way the oh so tasty ladies looked as they straddled their bikes. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of Makani, of course she would be racing tonight, she always did. If he ever wanted to be part of a race, she was always the first one to jump into it next to him. He had never been able to beat the woman.

   But he didn’t race often. Partly he was there because it was an easy way to move his goods.  The mage made his living off of specially bred plants of the illegal variety. Violet had false parts and little nooks designed to hold the drugs. She was like an army of little pockets with wheels.  But for the most part Garrett was there in the unfortunate someone had an accident

   Usually it was broken bones and burns, and sometimes it was worse. Sometimes a person would go flying off their bike and skid across the pavement, leaving a bloody trail behind them. Sometimes it was worse….   

   Garrett shook his head slightly as he slowed Violet down, upon seeing Molly and Ike.  How was it that guy was always the first one here?  He stopped the bike down just short of them, placed both feet on the ground and smiled from behind his sunglasses.

   “Good evening, children.”  He spoke with the tone of an evil genius. “Are we the first ones here?”

[Anonymous]

OOC: I hope you guys don't mind that I'm back. It would have been my turn if I hadn't nicked off and this thing seems to be very slow-posting.

Killian rolled his tools and bike cover up in an old "towel" and pressed a button on it's side.  The fabric contracted and shrank the objects inide it, making the whole package pocket sized and roughly the weight of a large spanner. It was the perfect way to keep them with him at all times. He tucked the contracted towel under the passenger seat and wheeled the bike from out of the alley.

With his one hand on his helmet and the other on his handlebars, he went over to the slightly familiar faces. Other motorailers: he hadn't met any of them in person but he'd probably raced one or two of them before. 'No, you're not the first ones, just the only ones standing out in the open.'

Killian studied their bikes from where he stood, noting who's was custom made and who's were modded. He couldn't help smile when he saw a scooter. Must be a spectator or someone's girlfriend. The girl with the black and yellow bike though, he couldn't make out. That bike's engine was too small to do anything with unless she had some super-expensive engine that didn't need to be big.

Moving on from the bikes... and scooter, he took a look at the bikers; sussing out the competition. He took an extra good look at the girls but that was for his own benefit. They looke nice.

[Anonymous]

Akitin navigated her bike into an empty space and glanced around at the other races. There weren’t that many so she assumed she was early, if only slightly. Slightly early was better than late. Some she recognised and some she didn’t but she had never bothered to learn anyone’s names, made it to harder to kick their butts.

     She swung her leg over to dismount her bike, but somehow her foot caught on something. She flailed her arms wildly in an attempt to right herself but it was no good, with a slight squeal she landed on her back staring up at the sky.

     “Ow...”

     After recovering from the initial shock she decided to redeem herself by throwing her legs back and attempting to flip herself the correct way. Unfortunately she had the grace of a mutant hippo and this time ended up flat on her face.

     “Ow…again…”

     Realising any further attempts to regain her dignity would only make things worse she stood up properly, her face starting to turn a vibrant shade of red, much like her hair and praying that no-one saw that. Then instead of the riders she started to look at the bikes. Some of them looked pretty sweet, except for a silly little pink scooter, but she only had eyes for the fiery red and orange perfection that was her Hestia. Completely made from scratch after she had butchered the bike she had been given for her 14th birthday for parts. That piece of crap never ran anyway, so she made a better bike. Ah, that was twenty years ago now…damn she was getting old. At least she didn’t look as old as she felt…or was, heheh.

     Despite her good mood being ruined by her clumsiness she still felt pretty good about the race today. But for some reason the moment she saw the guy who patched people up, whose name she could never remember, she couldn’t help wondering what would she injure this time? Well at least she knew it wouldn’t be her left arm, it wasn’t real anyway. The medic guy was probably wondering the same thing, thinking what it that idiot so-called nurse going to break this time. Though the last four times she had finished without anything serious, just the usual bruises and scratches which to her didn’t really count as ‘injuries’

[Anonymous]

"AwwwwWWW!"

It was difficult even for Gear to tell whether it was the boy or his bike to tell who made the majority of the noise as Alan Mark II peeled into the arena. He wasn't as early as he'd hoped to be, and would have to pass up his few trial runs of the arena. Thoroughly not-awesome... but at least he had people to talk to.

He maneuvered the bike into the area where most of the racers were waiting, shifted down into look mode, and waved enthusiastically at a few people he knew. "Soiras! Hiii! Hi, Akitin!" He quickly disconnected himself and dismounted with a rather athletic pommel-horse kick. He hardly gave himself time to retract the cords and put the kickstand down before he was off to greet his adversaries.

Gear gave Akitin a sort of "talk to you in a bit" wave on his run past, and went to talk to Soiras. She... he... she... was one of Gear's favorite racers, for little reason other than the fact that she didn't (visibly) hate him, and she also was often mistaken for the opposite gender. Not that it mattered much to her. Of course, Gear would forge a friendship with anything that stood still long enough. He was a people cyborg.

"You beat me here..." he said, panting a bit as he looked up at her. He leaned to one side, tightening a lose bolt on his leg, and smiled enthusiastically. "You're not gonna beat me on the track, though! Are you ready?" The little cyborg appeared to go out of his way to be completely non-threatening before races, but he was comparatively talented on the track. He didn't win often at all, but loved the competition, and often passed up older bikers.

[Anonymous]

"Okay." Fi said simply to everything Makani had said really. What else really needed to be said? She glanced up at Makani when she leaned on the fridge door but didn't say anything else. Instead she looked back into the fridge and pulled out the lunch meat that had just been mentioned. There wasn't really anything else so if they had bread a sandwich would just have to do.

She stood up right and waited for Makani to get off the door before shutting it and set the lunch meat on the counter. "Do we have any bread?" she asked as she started to search for that next. As but she stopped in mid search when she heard one of the many names she just hated to be called. "I'm not drugged up and it's Fi." How many times did she have to tell Rupi before it got through her thick head? Too many because even though she kept telling her it made no difference. "Nevermind I found the bread, Makani." Fi mumbled when she had gone back to searching and managed to find it. She said nothing else as she grabbed a couple of slices of bread and started to make herself a sandwich.

[Anonymous]

Then Rupi walked in.

God Fiiiiiiinally.
For one moment Makani stayed focused on Fi, she was always waiting for that one tiny bit of emotion to show with Fi and it never came. She always hoped there'd be something in her face that would say she wanted Makani and her to be alone. Makani let the moment pass quickly. Tonight would not be ruined by her own issues. Tonight...was Motorail night.
And that? No matter what happened, was sacred.

Makani laced a hand through Rupi's arms with a grin spinning her around and wrapping the arm behind her back, but she did it loosely. She leaned over her back bumping her butt with her legs.

"Take your shot grrrrrrl. We need to head out." Makani let her go after giving her a quick swat on the bum and checked her cell phone. "Are we ever not late? I don't know if there has been a time? I mean..." She put an index finger to her chin and leaned against the counter. "They wait for us, but doesn't that mean we're still late? I'm sure after a certain time they'll actually stop waiting." She grinned wider and walked over to the shots. Giving Fi's elbow a tug as she walked by.

"May our wheels go true across the pavement." She lifted the shot glass towards Rupi.

Makani knocked one back with a smile. That would be all she would drink before the race. Anything else would be far too dangerous to even consider, even for Makani. She imagined her body as a raceway for the liquor as it sped down her throat leaving a warm fire trail behind it.  She ran a hand from her throat to right above her breasts her eyes closed and breathed deeply. It was like communion for her a little prayer to the  raceway gods. She looked up at Rupi smile on her face.

"Amen."

She was down in the garage part of the house next looking at Serpentine. Grinned her casual smile.

"Oh how'd a bike like you end up in a place like this." And strolls over to her. Checking out the things that Rupi changed on her. She eyes the frame closely. She always knows something is different, but it would be a blessing if she knew the names of what was wrong. That, would be wishful thinking. She pats to find her cigars in place. Checks her cell phone for the location of the race one last time and stretches to her full height.

"Anything I should know about Serpentine for tonight Rupi?" She looked over her shoulder. Her every inch of skin was itching to go. Itching to devour this race full. She clenched her jaw, it showed against the skin of her cheek. Her hands turning to fists for a moment then letting go. She couldn't wait to embrace the speed, the screaming. Everything.

Tonight it's just you and me Baby.

[Anonymous]

Garrett smirked as he saw Akitin fall off of her bike. Many many times he had had to patch up that little girl and no matter what she never remebered who he was. Perhaps it was all the knocks to the noggin?

The mage moved away from his bike, raising an eyebrow at the very excited Gear and continued moving toward Akitin. She was extremely cute, and Garrett did enjoy speaking with her BEFORE she was all beaten up, she was slightly more coherent that way.

Out of habit he looked around for Makani and Rupi, his favorite racer girls. But sadly neither one was here yet, which was strange because they were usually first. Besides he was expecting Miss Rupi to stock up on some kettle before the post-race party.

Garrett had finally made it over to Akitin and was smiling warmly at her from behind his white sunglasses. "Kitten, have I ever told you how incredibly adorable you are when your face is the same shade as your hair?"