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"Wink Winston here, coming to you live from New LeMans Speedway where the first race in the Turbodyne International Championship is about to take place. The stadium is packed from top to bottom with URC fans eager to see some racers on the track. We've got eight racers on the track today, several newcomers and a few old pros, but judging by the time trial scores this could be anyone's race! And as you can see now the racers are coming out to their cars. I'm Wink Winston, and I'll be keeping you posted on the details of the race as they unfold! Stay Tuned!"

Jonas Whitworth squinted as he stepped out into the bright noonday sunlight. One couldn't ask for a better day to race; the sky was blue and clear, the air crisp and comfortable, not too hot, not too cold. This was going to be a good race. Strolling calmly out to his car he began to walk all around it, looking carefully at each part to ensure its strength and durability. He politely greeted the pit crew as they finished the last minute fine tuning, getting everything ready for today's race.

Location: Space 0 Lane A
Speed: 0 Mph
HP 20/20

(OOC: ok racers, posting order is first come first served. At the end of every post please include a status update like I have at the end of mine. All racers start the race in space 0)

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"Too young to be so scared, to old to be so free, too aware of my surroundings, There's a rhythm that still evades me, there's a promise still disguised, there's a higher notion drowning!" Brian Halloran All My Life

Onray keard
Sturm
Garret O'Nale

New LeMans. We meet again.

Fia walked out of the prep room, viewing the entire raceway with her hands on her hips. Already clothed in her blood red jumpsuit, and her customary pair of bunny ears, she attracted a few wolf-whistles from the crowd. No matter how much she had aged, it still felt the same way it did 7 years ago. The same feeling of excitement and anticipation that had made her want to take a few laps around the course back then was in full force today.

Yet, she still had to wait for her pit crew to finish the little fidgety details on the Bloody Honey. "How's it going guys?" Fia asked her crew. "Swimmingly, Miss Sherring!" "The Honey's almost ready!" they all said something different, but the point was made. "Alright, good work as always." She complimented, inspecting her decal to make sure it was on properly.

Location: Space 0 Lane B
Speed: 0 Mph
HP: 10/10
Charge: 0/5

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Roitan's Bio
Harletta's Bio
Safra's Bio
Donna's Bio
Silas' Bio
Nightmare with an Axe...I mean, Furor Grimm's bio

Behold, useless information below!

“How are things on your side, Alex?” The headset radio mounted in her pitch black helmet chirped annoyingly. Her pit crew manager truly had no head for leaving out the details no matter how often she chided him for it.

“Everything is fine. If there was anything wrong, I would not be getting into my angel now.” Her cold voice returned through the small microphone attached to her throat. “Just make sure to keep up the data stream. You know how much I abhor surprises.”

The tall woman stood next to her vehicle, black racing suit glistening in the afternoon sun. It was a perfect day for a race. The wind throughout the course fluctuated quite wildly, but here in the pits is was just enough of a modest breeze to remove the need to use her suit’s ventilation system. A black-gloved hand stroked the shimmering beauty next to her, activating the hatch release command. A section of the center practically vanished as the cockpit was revealed, looking quite unlike a typical chair.

With an expert’s finesse and impatience, Alex leapt into the center and laid down into the very center of the car. Hydraulics closed the hatch silently with an ease that almost made it seem like the car was absorbing the driver. Darkness confronted the pilot until her hands took hold of the steering yoke. With a rising hum, the turbine powering the machine roared to life and began its startup cycles. Rising, falling, holding… everything was done through the onboard computer linked to her engineering chief’s computer.

“EC-1 here, looks like startup is complete. You’re ready for the green flag any time.”

“Roger, Engel. Preparing test firing of all boosters, five percent output.”

Small flashes of light hardly visible in the bright sun illuminated the underbody of the racer as her aces fired in their patterns. A test firing of her thruster control gave the all-green response, and finally she was ready. Her helmet display showed a crystal-clear picture from the plethora of cameras lining the car, shifting her view as her head moved and eyes moved. The paint around her cockpit shifted to glass as she tested her failsafe, then back again when she was satisfied with her secondary visibility.

All that was left was to start.

Location: Space -1 Lane A
Speed: 0 Mph
HP: 10/10

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Springy hair, blonde nearly to the point of being white, bounced about the cheerfully, almost childishly grinning face of Jamie. Jamie's black under shirt shown threw the opening of her unzipped clothen jacket, and the pleasantly stiff winds huffed over her waist as the woman sprinted back from the stands. She had spent a brief few moments chatting with the gathering of friends and family which took seat in the first row. That done, her car now called to her, and with its call came the promise of speed and thrill. There was nothing quite like the feeling of pavement rushing beneath, and the car's power humming threw the steering wheel.

Her stop came at the side of her car, which was...really rather pathetic looking in comparison to the others around. She would probably find little difficulty in seating herself on the roof of the small thing, and yet, that was one of the reasons she loved the thing so much. It had personality, she liked that.
She brought a hand over the dark curves fondly, the paint of which glinted brilliantly of the pampering she had put it threw.

"How much longer?" she asked over a shoulder to the crew. Most appeared to be on the finishing touches of their work.
"To what?" the closest glanced up from his work, "our finish? or the race's start?"
She looked to the sky thoughtfully before shrugging, "both I guess," she said after a time.
At this the man smirked, "well then, soon," he responded, "its the answer for both." She liked that answer.

Her eyes squinted to her front, threw the glare off the track and into the distance that she would soon fly down. She felt the comparison was accurate, racing did feel very much like flying.


Location: Space -1 Lane D
Speed: 0 Mph
HP: 10/10

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___________________________________ Damel Leonen
___________________________________ Sykyunen Reael
___________________________________ Esuro

"Richard?" some low throat noises came from Richards mouth. "Richard! Wake up you drunk bastard!" Some one shouted. Richard slowly opened his eyes and saw one of the racing coordinators filling a bucket of water. "Christ man, what do you want?" Richard asked groggy. The coordinator turned to Richard and said "The race starts in a couple of minutes, hurry your utensil up if you want to be in it." Richard slowly tried to get up but ever before he was halfway to standing he crashed back down in his chair. With glazed eyes Richard looked about the room. When he found what he was looking for he reached over to the half full bottle of scotch and took a large swig.

Once outside Richard saw his car, freshly washed, glistering in the afternoon sun. Richard quickly put on his sunglasses, for the light of the sun was much to intense for his bloodshot eyes. Looking around Richard noticed some of the racers were already set up on the track. "I guess the race is about the start. Better get going" Richard pondered. He downed the last bit of scotch left in the bottle and threw it away without looking. After stretching his back, leg and arm muscles Richard got in his car and drove to his starting position on the racing track.

Once in position Richard looked at his opponents cars and concluded that this could get interesting.

Location: Space 0 Lane D
Speed: 0 MPH
HP: 30/30
Blood alcohol: 1.6‰

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Aaron Archer

"Well, this'll be a nice ride, won't it Sarah, our first race with only cars involved, not like the old street races." He pulled up to his spot and patted his bike on it's side, revving the engine, being sure to see what other racers looked like. His bike was purring under him, there was nothing like having something you made propel you at three hundred miles an hour to a finish line past 8 other people. He saw the ghost of his father in stands smiling at him that reassuring way he used to, and reaching out to him. "I'm here for you son, you know you never race alone." "Thanks dad, you know that I need you with me to race, so thanks."

Location: Space:-1 Lane:B
Speed: 0 mph
HP:10/10

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All of Paladin's bios
That is not Dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Ia! Ia! Cthulu Ftagn!

((Give me a buzz if I've got the number of lanes wrong here, but I can see four on the map...)

Kieran stepped up to the side of the Erynis, pulling on his ragged leather gloves and smiling a stupid smile at all the other contestents. Compared to some of these guys, he was little more than an ametuer, a kid with a plastic car that thinks he can hold his own on the adult's highway. He wasn't worried about it - oh hell no, with his resume, you didn't worry about much at all - but he did little to correct their assumptions.

The other thing he learnt in his job was not to judge a book by its cover.

He nodded to his pit crew, and put his hands on his hips as the pit leader stepped up to him. "Everythin's fine on the Erynis?" Kieran asked, looking the armoured car up and down.

"No problems sir, the oil keg has been disabled for this race, but all other systems are working perfectly," the pit leader - a horrible professional type but one Kieran himself could respect - replied. "We've had it here all day just trying to figure out how it works, though; so many black boxes in this car it's surprising we could run a diagnostic at all."

"That's the way I like my cars." He patted the hood of the Erynis gently, then turned back to the pit leader. "Finish up the check here, if all goes well, you guys may be up for a raise. Keep up the good work, 'kay?"

The first race of the competition, he could feel the excitement coursing through him.

Location: Space 0 Lane C
Speed: 0 Mph
HP: 30/30
Afterburners: 3/3
Anti-Tank Cannons: 10/10
Oil Keg: 0/1

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Darok Salvice
Julia Davies
Clodagh Raze
Queen Anrasa Shivalis
King Cainus Gilmat
Ammeline Destinia
Iicarus Dalmascus
Alycius Vorth
Dialous Valmane
Balthazar Elken
Jason Allesandros and the Erynis

The Deceased
King Denaedrone
Thirty Four - 'June'

Ok there seems to be some confusion over who is where on the Track right now, ( I probably should have thought about this earlier)

Here's how this works: Space -1, Space 0, Starting line, Space one.

All cars are in space -1 or space 0. Spaces are 4 lanes wide(ABCD), claimed on a first come first served basis.

Sorry about the confusion.
Here's where everyone is at this point:
Space 0:
Lane A: Andifferous, Lane B: Roitan, Lane C: Fantaldark Lane D: Logan

Space -1:
Lane A: Hikari Lane B: TheFogotten Lane C: empty Lane D: empty

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"Too young to be so scared, to old to be so free, too aware of my surroundings, There's a rhythm that still evades me, there's a promise still disguised, there's a higher notion drowning!" Brian Halloran All My Life

Onray keard
Sturm
Garret O'Nale

OoC: Apologies... Taurdi is feeling dead... 6 am til 6pm today... ugh I want to go back to my 20 hour week in China...

Elora strode confidently from her rather large and most definetly ostentatious trailer towards the race race track. Several journalists came sprinting over, each babbling questions, most of which seemed to revolve around a string of desirable young batchelors that she was supposedly linked with, and trying to take pictures as she sneered at them all. "Be gone you irritating bloody parasites! I have neither the time, nor the desire to be anywhere near any of you. Who knows what I might catch?" With that she went straight towards her car, tapping the com-link in her ear and barking "Peasants I am about to arrive, and my darling car had better be ready for me."

No-one could ever say Elora didn't have the kind of voice that made people stand to attention before their brains processed what was going on, that was for sure. The sunlight behind her framed her tallish, slim frame and seemed to give her face a halo of fire as it shone through the lush red length of her hair. Elora made straight for her car, not bothering to ask her pit crew any questions. After all they knew the price of failure, and if it wasn't set up just the way she liked it then they could just wave goodbye to the rather large paychecks they were receiving. Not that they should be paid, they were being given the honour of serving her after all.

Elora found the door being held open for her by Dorkins, her personal butler, and she gave him a small nod as she slid inside her wonderful machine, it beat the hell out of a pony, that was for sure. Her eyes flicked across the array of indicators spread out over the dash board and nodded again. Everything was ready, it was time to prove that she was superior to the rest of the scum that had arrived for this first race of the season.

Location: Space -1 Lane C
Speed: 0
HP 20/20

Richard was leaning into his seat, waiting for the race to start, while skilfully downing the better half of a quart of bourbon. Some loud noises drew Richards attention, he stuck his head out of the window of his car to see the commotion. Bye the looks of it and the fact that all the paparazzi were shouting "Elora D'Asquith! Elora D'Asquith!" Richard gathered that it was the Elora D'Asquith competing in this race. Richard had heard of her but never seen her in real life, he got out of his car, still holding his quart of bourbon, he leaned on the roof of his car, looking at Elora D'Asquith checking her car. A hard whistle high to low escaped Richard's lips and he said "Damn.... This is going to be interesting!"

Location: Space 0 Lane D
Speed: 0 MPH
HP: 30/30
Blood alcohol: 2.0‰

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Aaron Archer

OOC: ok here's the posting order for the race, please try not to post out of turn:
Andifferous
Roitan
Hikari
Ryue
Logan
The Forgotten
Fantaldark
Taurdi

"Get ready folks because the race is about to begin, all the racers are at their cars and the pit crews are retreating to the repair lane. And now the light tower is on and beginning it's countdown!

Jonas flipped down the visor on his racing helmet and adjusted his harness, as his helmet radio crackled to life and the HUD shifted to match the focus of his eyes. The lights on the tower slowly lit up from top to bottom, first red, then yellow...

The loudspeaker crackled to life giving the long awaited announcement: 3...2...1...GO!

Jonas' foot was instantly on the floor, and the Blue Bolt's engine screamed angrily as it hurled the car forward.

Location: Space 1 Lane A
Speed: 200 mph
HP 20/20
Boost 3/3

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"Too young to be so scared, to old to be so free, too aware of my surroundings, There's a rhythm that still evades me, there's a promise still disguised, there's a higher notion drowning!" Brian Halloran All My Life

Onray keard
Sturm
Garret O'Nale

Fia quickly donned her helmet and warmed up the Bloody Honey as the countdown started. It all seemed so familiar.

3...

A low-volume, low-pitched hum accompanied by a low hiss, like air slowly leaking from a tank filled the air around the track.

2...

"Good luck, Miss Sherring!" Fia's pit crew called out.

1...

She gave a wave back to her crew that was so fast you'd swear she was faster than her car...

GO!

The hum of the engine grew in pitch and volume as the Bloody Honey accelerated from the Starting Line. She grimaced as she looked at her speedometer. "So, who do I have to look forward to sharing my space with?" She asked herself sarcastically.

Location: Space 1 Lane B
Speed: 100 Mph
HP: 10/10
Charge: 0/5

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Roitan's Bio
Harletta's Bio
Safra's Bio
Donna's Bio
Silas' Bio
Nightmare with an Axe...I mean, Furor Grimm's bio

Behold, useless information below!

A slight buzzing was all Andrea heard from the overhead PA system. The roaring crowd would soon die away to the whirring hum of her engine and the vibrations of wheel against pavement. It was silence, but not really; a unique form of silence that only a racer could understand or appreciate. The hush of noise, the serenity of a roar. It was for those moments that she lived; it was for those values she raced.

The stack lights flared to life: red, yellow, then green. It was a sequence that most drivers only experienced in reverse. On red, she flicked a switch by her thumb. The rims of her tires glowed with an electroluminescent light as the magnets housed within powered up. On yellow, her right foot started to increase the throttle. The brakes were still on, but because she was dealing with a turbine, it had a small delay between the action and the reactions. The brakes were only to keep her from moving due to ambient effects.

Green.

Her wheels wanted to spin and waste precious tread, but the magnets held fast and rocketed her ahead. Sure she wasn't the fastest off the line, she never was, but that mattered little. After all, there was still so much track left to race. Her eyes flitted over to the section of her HUD that showed the turbine's status; it was still turning up to full speed. It wouldn't be long now. Soon, the true race would start.

Location: Space 0 Lane A
Speed: 100 Mph
HP: 10/10
Boost Status: Standby 1/2

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Settled in the deep cup of her single seater was a familiar feeling, the closeness of the roof and sides was comforting. She flipped on the power and the quiet engine hummed to life under her. She grinned out her window at the road ahead of her in anticipation even before the first light lit.

She was still new at this, having not even a dozen races under her belt, and her ansy feet where already itching to kick the peddle to the floor. Not yet though, not again. She stilled her feet and calmed her breaths as she awated her moment. Then it came, the beginning of the count down.

The press of another button sent a small jolt threw the car as the wing flaps unlatched themselves from the frame of the car, and as they unfolded she cast a glance over her gages. It was her nitro most of all that her eyes lingered on. Everything felt good. Then came the call of GO! and with an action of both rookie impulse and pure eagerness she kicked the peddle beneath her shoe.

The tires spun, and after a brief fish-tail the small car lurched forward. Even above the sound of all the cars around, the sound of Jamie's exhillerated squeal could be heard. The ultimate adrenaline rush.


Location: Space 0 Lane D
Speed: 100 Mph
HP: 10/10
Boost cooldown: clear

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___________________________________ Damel Leonen
___________________________________ Sykyunen Reael
___________________________________ Esuro

The cars were running, the lights were on. It was time to start.

Richard quickly downed what was left in the bottle of bourbon and slowly let the clutch come up with his left foot. The countdown had started. At least, that was Richards guess, he couldn't hear anything over the lovely sound of his car, purring in anticipation.

The lights turned green and Richard was off. Ready for what ever his opponents might sling at him.


Location: Space 1 Lane D
Speed: 100 MPH
HP: 30/30
Blood alcohol: 2.1‰

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Aaron Archer

He felt the pur of the engine beneath him and smiled as he put his racing helmet on. "Let's go!" He screamed it at the top of his lungs, loud enough that he heard it over the din of his engine. He revved his engine and went flyting across the starting line.

He checked his spedometer, and as always, he guessed the speed, 100mph, and he kept going pushing further faster and harder.

Location: Space 0 Lane C
Speed: 200 Mph
HP: 10/10

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All of Paladin's bios
That is not Dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die! Ia! Ia! Cthulu Ftagn!

Kieran closed the door behind him, pulling his dog tags up to his lips and kissing them gently. He closed his hands around the wheel, grinding them back and forwards, a sly smile crawling up his face.

"2... 1..."

"Lets mess this up!" he called out, slamming his foot down on the Erynis' peddle the moment "Go!" echoed across the track. The Erynis literally roared to life, an engine that seemed to make most others squeal in comparison, and she was off, racing down the first straight of the track.

Location: Space 1 Lane C
Speed: 100 Mph
HP: 30/30
Afterburners: 3/3
Anti-Tank Cannons: 10/10
Oil Keg: 0/1

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Darok Salvice
Julia Davies
Clodagh Raze
Queen Anrasa Shivalis
King Cainus Gilmat
Ammeline Destinia
Iicarus Dalmascus
Alycius Vorth
Dialous Valmane
Balthazar Elken
Jason Allesandros and the Erynis

The Deceased
King Denaedrone
Thirty Four - 'June'

(Ooc:) Well, folks it's been 10 days or so, and Taurdi still hasn't posted, so to keep this thing from dying lets just keep moving on.

"AND THEY'RE OFF! But it looks like the Golden Valentine is having some trouble, it hasn't moved an inch. Hopefully Elora D'Asquith's pit crew can get her going before the other racers come around again!"

The Blue Bolt roared down the track, the speed gauge quickly climbing towards it's maximum of 300mph. Jonas gripped the wheel tightly, keeping a partial watch on all the readouts that passed in front of his eyes. Most of his attention however was on the road before him, and the other racers around him. He hoped he could break free of the pack quickly.

Location: Space 4 Lane A
Speed: 300 mph
HP 20/20
Boost 3/3

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"Too young to be so scared, to old to be so free, too aware of my surroundings, There's a rhythm that still evades me, there's a promise still disguised, there's a higher notion drowning!" Brian Halloran All My Life

Onray keard
Sturm
Garret O'Nale

With the Golden Valentine's refusal to start, Fia's back was safe for the most part. She let out a relaxed sigh, but she wasn't at top speed just yet; she knew someone else would come by to take Elora's place. The low pitched hum from the Bloody Honey rose as the car hit a higher speed.

Her view shifted to the Blue Bolt as it sped up further in front of her. He was a demon out of the gate, that was for sure. She had to find a way to give herself an edge before Jonas got too far into the lead.

Location: Space 3 Lane B
Speed: 200 Mph
HP: 10/10
Charge: 0/5

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Roitan's Bio
Harletta's Bio
Safra's Bio
Donna's Bio
Silas' Bio
Nightmare with an Axe...I mean, Furor Grimm's bio

Behold, useless information below!

The ever-increasing roar of the custom-built turbine housed within the Tenshi was a soothing requiem as the grandstands flew by at faster and faster speeds. She didn't need to glance to her console to know her speed, her HUD took care of that. 200 miles per hour: fast compared to a normal car, slow compared to most of these other monsters.

A small rear-facing camera showed a small bit of good news, though. One of the racers, the Golden Valentine, hadn't started. Andrea smirked at this from behind her visor. So daddy's little princess still wet the bed and got too scared to actually do anything once it came down to the real thing. Simulations were one thing, but a real race was very different. She nudged the wheel a little and moved away from the inside edge of the track into the second lane, taking a gentle course at the straightaway grew ever shorter. The corners would give her the battle, not this tactless, skill-less straightaway. Any idiot could drive straight, but it took more than most people had in them to take a corner like she did.

This would be her race yet.

Location: Space 2 Lane B
Speed: 200 Mph
HP: 10/10
Boost Status: Standby 2/2 - Charge 1/4

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"Who-hoo!" her lips to the microphone now in her hand, her squee sounded threw the whole length of both track and stadiums. Her exhillerated call mellowed into the rythmic hum which followed the increase in pattern of excellerating engin and vibrating cabbin. In the exitment of it all she nearly forgot the goal of this race. It was a passing moment, and didn't take long for her attention go fall back to the track and the cars around her. Her goal was on Jonas and the Blue Bolt far ahead. She then promptly burst into hysterical laughter, "Watch your back, here I come!" she pressed on the peddle as if she would be able to push the car faster by pure will.



Space--2 Lane--D
Speed--200mp
HP--10/10
Boost cooldown--clear

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___________________________________ Damel Leonen
___________________________________ Sykyunen Reael
___________________________________ Esuro

This is it... This is what you've been training, preparing, building and anticipating for...




Don't mess it up.



"Heh, I wont dad." Richard said to himself. He released the breaks and, with a little wheel spin, he was gone. Although his car didn't accelerate as much as the others Richard quickly saw the starting point disappearing in his rear view mirror, he also saw that golden valentine hadn't moved. "To bad miss D'Asquith." A smile formed around Richards lips. "One down, seven to go."

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Aaron Archer