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Post by Tekira on Aug 27, 2021 21:20:46 GMT -5
RULES OF THE ROAD
TEKIRA'S PL: 5
TEKIRA'S PL: 5
Central City could rarely ever be described as calm, but the cry of roaring engines cutting through the heart of the city pierced even dull roar of the concrete jungle. There were three cars in total, racing amongst themselves along some invisible course, for some unspoken prize. Behind them, a half dozen police sirens echoed, though they had little hope of catching up. The car at the head was a deep red, piloted by grim looking man with blackened hair and a mask to shield his identity from traffic cameras. The car at the back, violet-blue, was lagging along with some sort of engine trouble, leaving a plume of smoke in its wake, along with the scent of burning oil. The driver, cussing about this and that as his hopes faded along with his engine's horsepower, also took pains to hide his appearance with a bandana wrapped about his face, and a set of goggles.
The only one who seemed unconcerned by the possible repercussions of however many dozens of traffic violations the race had inflicted was the pilot of the middle-car: a younger woman with white-blonde hair and a deep green jacket to match the tint of the hovercar proper. She didn't bother with goggles, a helmet, or a mask. She didn't even bother to roll the windows up. Her only concern was with passing the car ahead of her, and the rest of the world faded into the back like white noise.
At the end of the stretch of road, the three cars split off, each opting for a different path to the next imaginary checkpoint. The slowest of the cars twisted into an alleyway, crashing through bags of garbage, empty boxes, and nearly running headlong into a poor shop owner out on her smoking break. The lead car dipped down one of the side roads, aiming to take some sort of shortcut without taking that same risk. Only the middle car continued to race along the primary route, weaving in and out of traffic, once or twice even riding against the flow of traffic to bypass the evening's unlikely traffic jams.
It seemed like she might just be on the path to get out ahead in the race, until she crested over a large hill -- only to come face-to-face with an entire barricade of police cruisers waiting for her at the bottom. She cursed, slammed down on the brakes and twisted the wheel hard to one side -- but all she managed to do was send herself spiraling out of control at high-speed. The barricade might be safe, but the hovercar and its unlucky driver wind up on a wild collision course towards the glass panes of a clothing store.
A chorus of screams soon erupted from the sidewalk, and the driver covered her eyes and let go of the wheel, in dread of the imminent crash.
The only one who seemed unconcerned by the possible repercussions of however many dozens of traffic violations the race had inflicted was the pilot of the middle-car: a younger woman with white-blonde hair and a deep green jacket to match the tint of the hovercar proper. She didn't bother with goggles, a helmet, or a mask. She didn't even bother to roll the windows up. Her only concern was with passing the car ahead of her, and the rest of the world faded into the back like white noise.
At the end of the stretch of road, the three cars split off, each opting for a different path to the next imaginary checkpoint. The slowest of the cars twisted into an alleyway, crashing through bags of garbage, empty boxes, and nearly running headlong into a poor shop owner out on her smoking break. The lead car dipped down one of the side roads, aiming to take some sort of shortcut without taking that same risk. Only the middle car continued to race along the primary route, weaving in and out of traffic, once or twice even riding against the flow of traffic to bypass the evening's unlikely traffic jams.
It seemed like she might just be on the path to get out ahead in the race, until she crested over a large hill -- only to come face-to-face with an entire barricade of police cruisers waiting for her at the bottom. She cursed, slammed down on the brakes and twisted the wheel hard to one side -- but all she managed to do was send herself spiraling out of control at high-speed. The barricade might be safe, but the hovercar and its unlucky driver wind up on a wild collision course towards the glass panes of a clothing store.
A chorus of screams soon erupted from the sidewalk, and the driver covered her eyes and let go of the wheel, in dread of the imminent crash.
Tekira is about to crash her hovercar!
