RPG The Fast and the Furious: 50 Cars and 50 Races! (adult language and possible content)

[Nate]

Nate shot down the road. He glanced over. Trance was on a bike riding beside him, and on the other side was Tre and Bonefide(just his nickname......got it from NBA Street) Behind him, he knew Earl was there, and in front of him was Chris. He ws safe, for now.

Nate had been having a bad streak with his Escudo,..it wasn't driving right. He put new tires on it, everything. Wasn't driving right. Wasn't racing right. He was in serious dept now. More than he can pay. So he needed to get out fo L.A, and quick. Magic slid over to right beside him. They both lowered their window.

Magic: Who is it we running from anyway.

Nate: *sighs* Zach and his gang...

Magic: ZACH! i thought we and him was cool.

Nate: Me too...*seeing a black Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VI right behind Earl* damn it! Dip guys!

They all shot off, closing in ranks to protect Nate. Nate wass the leader of the gang, they knew he was in trouble, so they always traveled like this. A car blew up, and he looked up to see them shoot past what was Chris' car.

Nate: [i]damn it...[/i]

Then, the Lancer was in front of him. Nate had no choice but to stop. He ws looking into an assault rifle. They pulled off and stopped at a McDonalds. Ne got out and sat on the roof. The Lancer and 2 Tauruses pulled in. Out of all of them got out 2 people. He was screwed now.

Zach: I WAS MY FúCKIN MONEY

He then slamed a fist into Nate's stomach, pushing thorugh Trance and Magic. He fell off of the top and hit the ground hard.

Zach: Where is my money?

Nate: I don't have enough..

Zach: GIVE ME MY MONEY RICH BOY

Zach then kicked him in the stomach.

Nate: *under his breath*:butthead:

Zach: WHAT?

Nate: :nono:

Nate then hits the floor again, a foot in his face.

Zach: Here's my deal. Get me the 50 cars and prove they are whaty they say they are. Over 3 mil. GOT IT

Nate: *nods* bîtch..

Zach kicks him.

Zach: Do it. 4 days. Or your dead. And your little bîtch, too.

Zach runs his hands through Trance's hair. She hit him, but he catched her hand.

Zach: No no. *blows a kiss at her* Bye bye....

Zach and the others drive off, leaving Nate and his crew there.

[BondFanatic]

[i]As Zack pulls away, a red Jaguar pulls up next to Nate. The window rolls down.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: You Nate?

[b]Nate[/b]: Yeah.

[b]Garret[/b]: I might be able to help you with your situation. I'm Garret Lione.

[b]Unnamed Gang Member[/b]: Wait, you're Garret Lione? Nate, this guy's a champ!

[b]Nate[/b]: Prove it.

[i]He calls another unnamed gang member forward, and motions for him to get in his car. Garret gets out of his car and flashes two things: his car's pink slip and a wad of $50,000.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: We race for pink slips and 50 grand. Got it?

[b]Racer[/b]: Yeah.

[i]As they both move to the starting line, both racers start their engines, but Garret takes his foot off the accelerator. The other racer flies off, and Garret counts down.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Five...four...three...two...one.

[i]He floors it, and races off. Within seconds, he has caught up to the other racer, and smiles at him. He mouths the words, "You lose." He presses the NOS button, and the car pulls ahead. Seconds later, he crosses the finish line.[/i]

OOC: Anyone who wants to reply.

[silpheedpilot]

Van sped around a corner, his tires squeeling. Burning rubber kicking up behind his McLaren F1.

[B]Van:[/B] TRY and catch this suckers!!
Van speeds around another corner and slams on the brakes. The Police speed by him, without noticing the slick move he just pulled.

The two Police Cruisers were speeding down the street, their light flashing, sirens blaring.

[B]Cop 1:[/B]This is Lt. McKinly, we are pursuing a Silver Sports Vehicle. This thing is fast! We have lost it!
[B]Cop 2:[/B] I'm breaking pursuit, I'd advise doing the same McKinly.

The Cop slow to a crawl and and make a swift U-turn, speeding by Van again. Van backs out into the street and speeds off. He drives a way before hearing his stomach growl. He speeds foward and stops in at a local McDonalds...

[Nate]

Nate: Holy fúck!

Nate climbed back on top of the car as the Jag came back around.

Nate: damn...you can join...

Then a car pulled in. It was silver, red, and black.

[Eclectic]

Iysys watched from a distance, smiling to herself. She could always join Nate, but first she would have to come up with a good excuse... Within seconds, she had one and was heading towards Nate and his gang. "Hi," she purred smiling sweetly, "I'm Iysys. Would you mind terribly if I joined your gang? I've always had a soft spot for fast cars."

[Nate]

Nate: Helllooo......................yea.....and u ain't seen fast cars till you've raced this baby...

the guy that raced Garret pulled up.

Nate: Earl..give him his car.

Earl: WHAT? No..i put to much fúckin money into this car to blow it..it's bull shït..i ain't givin shït up.

Nate: give him the fúckin car!

[Guest The Bouncer]

Magic: while yall argue im bout to dip.

Nate: *turns his head* why

magic: because earl is dippin down the street * nate turns his head and see Earl speeding down the road*

[Nate]

Nate: God damn it.

Nate gets in the car and shoot off. The tires loose traction and through him into a slide, he fights it to come back. He then gives up and lets it spin. About 3/4 of he way through the spin he countersteers, and he stops spining facing the right way. He then shoots off to catch him....

Nate turns on Eazy-E.

[BondFanatic]

[i]Garret turns to see Earl and Nate driving off and smirks again.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: I got this.

[i]He jumps back into his car and follows Earl. As they drive around the corner, a gunshot is heard, and one engine stops. The gang waits a minute, and Nate, Earl and Garret come from behind the building. Earl's right front tire is blown out, and Garret has his gun drawn. As all three cars stop, he gets out and points his gun at Earl.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Give me the ******* car, now!

[i]Earl hands over the pink slip and runs off.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Problem solved. Now I heard you're boosting cars to save your skin. I can help. I'm not here to join your crew, because I've got my own crew, Team Mirage. We've been boosting and using the cars in races for a long time. We're the best of the best. This Jaguar is mine, but the stuff under the hood is from someone I beat. Check it out.

[i]He pops the hood and everyone is amazed.[/i]

[b]Nate[/b]: Woah! How much did you spend on this?

[b]Garret[/b]: Around 75 grand. I've got a nitrogen cooling system installed also, because of what's in the back seat.

[i]He pushes the front seat forward and lifts up a panel in the back reavealing 3 silver cylinders.[/i]

[b]Nate[/b]: That's got to be at least 27 liters!

[b]Garret[/b]: Yep. Three nine liter tanks. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to stop by my garage later. We're at Mirage Street Parts, which is downtown. Bring Earl's car, and tell the clerk the manager sent you. I want that car delivered by 6:00 tonight, ok? And get the $50,000 from him, too, ok?

[i]He gets back into his car and drives off.[/i]

[Mischief_Maker]

[I]Meanwhile,at the State Drag race Championship...[/I]

Announcer: Next Up For The Final Match Up Here He Is From Bridgeport Connecticut, And Two-Time Word Drag Race Champion...SCOTT MCREIGN!!!

[I]*Crowd Go's Wild*[/I]

Announcer:And His Challanger Tom Witt From Dallas Texas

[I]*Crowd Boo's*[/I]

Scott: Lets Get This Party Started!

Tom:You Got It, But First Lets Make A Wager...I Bet $50,000 Ill Beat You...

Scott: Ya And Ill Bet My Car,That You'll Eat My Dust!

Tom: Your Toast!

Announcer: Gentlemen Start Your Engines...

[I]Scott Revs The Engine Hard, As Tom Revs His Small T-Bird With No Adjustments[/I]

3-2-1 GO!!

[I]Tom gets out in the lead... But Scott has a smirk on his face...[/I]

Scott: Oh Please!

[I]Scott then hits the NOS button and zooms forward to the finish line[/I]

Announcer: Lady's And Gentlemen We Have A New State Champion

[I]The Audiance Applouds Scott To His Victory And Scott Makes A Speech[/I]

Scott:Thank You, I Just Wanted To Say That Im Thrilled To Be A Champ And Couldnt Have Done It Without my Car...

[I]Cameras Zoomed In On Scott[/I]

Scott: For All U Racers Out There... PARTY AT MY PLACE!

[I]Scott Walks Away With $100,000 From The Prize Money ANd Tom's Bet Money[/I]

[Nate]

Nate: Earl...

Earl: I'm sorry-

Nate: Shut up when i'm talking to you!

Earl: I'm out.

Nate: Good. Walk yo åss outa here then.

Nate: God damn..can't trust nobody to race and not blow YOUR god damned money...

[BondFanatic]

[i]As Garret pulls into Mirage Street Parts, he raises a small remote and clicks it. The back gate opens, and he drives in. He parks his Jaguar in the garage and walks over to a door. He slides a card through the lock, and the door opens. Inside is an elevator. He walks in and presses the bottom button. The elevator drops, and when it opens again, Garret is standing in a dimly lit room.[/i]

[b]Voice[/b]: Officer Lione, any leads yet?

[b]Garret[/b]: Yeah. He's going to boost some cars for a guy named Zach. I don't know which ones, when or where. He's going to stop by the shop later. I want surveillance around the store. Nothing suspicious. I don't want my cover blown.

Also, I took these pictures before I approached them. I think this is Zach. Can you check it out?

[i]Garret hands the officer a polaroid picture of Zach.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: I want anything you can get me. Family, criminal record, fingerprints. I want all the information I can get. I'm going to nail this guy. From what I've heard, he's gonna kill Nate if he doesn't deliver. I want them by the time Nate gets here. 6:00.

[b]Officer[/b]: Got it.

[i]Garret goes back up the elevator and walks into the shop. A crew of racers walks in and walks to the counter.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Hey, you need something?

[i]The man hands him a list.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: This'll take me a while. Our next shipment on the Vortech parts comes in Friday. You getting ready for Race Wars, huh?

[b]Man[/b]: Yeah. There's gonna be some tough competition there.

[b]Garret[/b]: So where do you need these parts delivered?

[b]Man[/b]: Morales Racing. You know the place?

[b]Garret[/b]: Yeah.

[b]Morales[/b]: Ok. Thanks man. I'll pay when we get the parts.

[i]Morales leaves, and Garret turns to a clerk.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Hold down the fort. I'm taking the crew.

[i]He walks to the back of the shop, where two guys and a girl are sitting.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Eric, go call Tom and tell him we're coming out. Richie, you're driving truck two. Julie, load the cars up.

[b]All[/b]: Got it.

[i]About a half hour later, two 18-wheelers with the Team Mirage logo painted on their sides pull from behind the shop and drive off.[/i]

OOC: Best team in the area. We even got 18-wheelers to haul our cars. Cool, huh?

And just wait until you see how Garret's going to take Zach down.

[Nate]

OOC: Don't take him down yet. Later, but not now.

Bonafide: I got a feelin bout that guy..

Nate: I do, too. Let's drop the car off as quick as possible. Don't trust that dude....

Bonafide: Think he's with Zach?

Nate: Nah. But..might be a cop......the car's to good to be something that didn't come out of a cop Impala. But who knows.

Bonafide: a 6 4?

Nate: Yea. *shrugs* I'll do a check....let's get this car over there...

Nate proceeds to hook the car up to his, knowing that his car will now be even more bìtchy than regualar...he needs to find out what's wrong..


OOC: 800 POST!

[BondFanatic]

[i]As Garret rides in the truck, his radio beeps, and he picks it up.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: This is Lione.

[b]Radio[/b]: Surveillance is ready. Nate is heading towards the store. We'll have the info on Zach within the next ten minutes.

[i]Garret stops the truck and gets out. He goes to the back of the trailer and opens it up. He gets into his Jaguar and rolls it out the back. He signals to Julie, who moves into the driver's seat. He closes the truck back up and drives off in his car.[/i]

--Back at Mirage Street Parts--

[i]Garret's Jaguar pulls up just as Nate arrives. He gets out and approaches Nate's car.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Nice to see you followed up. I'll have someone pull it around back.

[i]He goes inside, and comes back out a few minutes later. A tow truck comes from behind the building and pulls Earl's car away. Garret grips his gun under his jacket and approaches Nate again.[/i]

[b]Garret[/b]: Part one is done. Where's the money Earl owed me?

[Nate]

Nate: I owe you it....i wish i never made that rule....here

Nate pulled out a stack of bills.

Nate: All thousand dollar bills....good enough.

Nate was clutching a gun in his pocket so hard his fingers was right. He glanced aronud unnoticibly to look for cameras. None

[BondFanatic]

[b]Garret[/b]: Good. Now, I've heard your car's in a bit of a slump. It's in bad shape, right?

[b]Nate[/b]: Yeah. Why?

[b]Garret[/b]: How about you pull it into the garage and we fix it up?

[i]Nate goes to his car, but he is interrupted by the Mirage Semis arriving. Julie gets out of the first one and shakes her head.[/i]

[b]Julie[/b]: Darn newbies. Some first-timer crashed his car at the track. We can't go. Who's this?

[b]Garret[/b]: Julie, this is Nate. Nate this is Julie, and the two guys in the other truck are Eric and Richie.

[b]Nate[/b]: Hey.

[b]Julie[/b]: Nice car. An Escudo, right? From what it looks like, you need new tires.

[b]Garret[/b]: I was about to bring his car back and fix it.

[Nate]

Nate: Bull. I put new tires on it last week. Super softs on the front, hards on the back. I know what i'm donig what that car. But you can work your 'magic'. *shakes head and growls at the same time*

He gets in and puts the gun in the dashboard thing up against the glass which covers the speedometer, etc. Nobody could see it if he stood it up against it.

Nate stood it up anddrove it in.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]Trance leaned against the wall, foot resting on the side of her bike. As soon as he moved out, she trailed him lightly. He came to his garage, parked and got out, only to hear somebody drive up. He turned and found himself staring down the buisness end of her 9mm. She winked at his numbed expression and clicked the safety back on. Then she laughed and crossed her arms.[/i]

Nate: Trying to give me a heart attack?

Trance: Hardly. For that, all I'd have to do is strip.

[i]She winked and trailed her finger under his throat and chin. He chuckled and playfully slapped her hand away.[/i]

Trance: Anyways, I just wanted to see if you were stll alive.

Nate: Well yeah. What've you been doing?

Trance: Riding around...seducing cops....getting money...

Nate: The usual then.

Trance: Exactly.[/color]

[Nate]

Nate: *shrugs* i need to see what these guys did to my car.....

Nate got up under it and looked it over. Nothing changed. Putt super softs on the bsck and hards on the front. Go figure. He thought it was riding even wierder..

Nate: So..where u livin now? *said as he undid a bolt attaching a tire*

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Trance: ...don't laugh when I tell you.

Nate: Sure.

Trance: I moved to another apartment...and started rooming with another whore named Trixy.

Nate: ...Trixy.

Trance: Yeah, I don't know either.

[i]She chuckled at his amused expression and pushed her hair behind her ears.[/i][/COLOR]

[Nate]

Nate: I recongnize the name.but from where.

As Nate took a tire off and went to the front, he recognized it. IT was the first girl he ever fúcked, and a well known dyke.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled at him, enjoying his expression. He looked over, then stood and he walked in her general direction, her stepping back until her back was to the wall.[/i]

Nate: ....so...going to just watch?

Trance: Some guys like it that way.

[i]He leaned down and bit her ear. She laughed and shoved him away.[/i]

Trance: Not now dear...you're oily.[/COLOR]

[Nate]

Nate: One fúckin hand and i'm oily...damn..

Nate put the driver side tires on correctly, then started on the passenger side...

~~

Earl: gonna make me give up a fúckin car cause of that bìtch from that team mirage or some shìt....

Earl was right outside Nate's garage. He pulled out a glock....

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She took out her 9mm and started fiddling with the ammo magazine. He watched her move out of the corner of her eye.[/i]

Nate: What is it?

Trance: ..nothing....

[i]He shook his head and kept on working.[/i][/COLOR]

[Nate]

Nate: Oh this in the way my fúckin tires go,..tires go..tires go..oh this is the way my fúckin tires go..nobdy can undestand that shìt..*singing it..figure out the beat yourself *winks**

Trance: O.O

Nate: *chuckles* oh this is the way i wash my hands..wash my hands..wach my hands..oh this is the way i wash my hands since Trance says the're oily...