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by Aryka on Sat Jul 28, 2007 6:23 pm
OOC: okay, i'll just start rping as Porsche
The night before.....
It was cool outside as the door to the Spider opened. A long leg extracted from the driver's seat and a body followed. She shut the car door and her heals clicked when she moved towards a group of men talking, their own cars not far away from them.
"Porsche!" one of the men moved forward to invite her into the conversation, "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it."
Porsche smiled, "Nothing could keep me away from a race."
"What kept you so long?"
"Got into a little jam getting a car." Porsche swung her head, and looked at the other racers. None of which were looking at her face.
'That's okay Palmer,' she told herself, 'Let them get distracted, and they won't be able to think about the race.'
"You up to the challenge lil' missy?" another one of them said.
Porsche's green eyes hardened and looked at the offender, "Will you're car be able to stand the heat?"
"Is tha' yo car ovah there?" another man pointed to the Spider.
Porsche nodded without even looking, and the man whistled, "Dang girl! You got skills in jacking cars!" he turned to the offender, "A spider man, you think you'll be able to handle it in a pontiac?"
Porsche began to laugh, A pointiac? That's just a bug on the windshield of a Spider.
She turned to the forth man and politely pointed out, "After the Pointiac, I'll leave your Subaru for dessert."
"Okay okay," the man that greeted her broke up the mental battles, "the race will start at the spray painted line over between the warehouse and the street lamp. From there. You will drive on the marked out route we set out, all to the highway. You'll take the highway to exit 17, then continue to follow the route we marked out till you reach the finnish."
"How's it marked out?" a man asked and Porsche just smilled.
"Spray painted signs," she smiled, "Reflective paint."
"The Street's symbol." the other nodded, "Okay racers, we might want to get to the starting line, and we'll start in a few minuets."
Porshe climbed back into the Spider and felt a sense of adrenaline rush through her. The race hadn't even started yet. As she pulled up to the starting line, many of the racers started to rev their engines, as if to scare her. She only turned on the CD player, and waited as Santana's fantasic guitar skills made it out the window.
The scarf dropped, and Porsche slammed on the gas pedal, screaming before the other racer's. She made it out to the highway, only to find that they were right behind her. She cursed, and swerved to pass cars. Spotting the exit, she jerked the steering wheel and swam down the ramp. Looking briefly, she saw the other cars almost stop trafic to turn around. That will cost them.
She began to laugh, but then saw flashing blue lights right behind her. Swearing in spanish, she pulled over.
"So close."
In the interogation room, she leaned back in the chair and watched as a lawyer walked into the room.
"Palmer Garcia?" He asked as if there was some sort of curtosy to be able to call a person by their name.
"Si," she replied and looked at the two way mirror.
"I'm only here to read your sentence," he said and held up a paper. He slapped it in front of her on the table. "You are looking at a good two years at the Riverside Detention Center."
Porsche looked up to the laywer, and pushed the papers away. "My only question is, how did I get caught?"
"That spider you stole had a tracer in it. For that it's only about a year, but you were street racing in it. That's another year to it, Palmer."
She leaned forward on the table, "You act like you're doing me a big favor by putting me in the Center."
"With you're background," he leaned close to her face and she could smell his aftershave, almost making her sick, "Most kids would be begging for it." He picked up the file and walked out the door, leaving Porsche to first look at the mirror, then flip her middle fingers up to it.
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