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Hiro seemed pissed off.
Hiro seemed pissed off.
Silver stood up and then walked up to his car (1970 Mustang 302 boss)
Hiro sighed flying home. ( okay the 62 of you stalkers out there. Where rebooting. Got bored. So… start from new! >:3)
Silver started inspecting his car to find it was sabataged
( are we starting from scratch?)
(we can but you have to start me off)
( oki)
The story starts on a track, racing track that is. As a person in a racing suit stepped out to their car. The suit was all black, with streaks of neon blue in it. Multiple sponsors patches clearly visible. The suit wasn’t form fitting so it was hard to tell the gender and the helmet that matched the suit was covering their face. The car, pitch black, was a 2020 sports car.
A man came into the stands to watch the race and noticed a new driver at the circuit (this is a legal race)
As the driver checked the car down, making sure everything had been in check, they looked around, seeing what competition they had.
The man left not impressed by the cars he saw "what a waste of money in such weak cars" he said getting in his car leaving back to the underground (off the grid illegal racing)
( he could have at least been interested in Hiros -_- damn) the driver got in their car, waiting for the race to begin “ let’s go people, haven’t got all day. “ they said. Though the voice cutting through the pit crew, a female voice.
The guy pulled up behind her and revved his engine "this is true muscle" he said
“ who the? Since when did they let late entry’s in?” She mumbled to herself. The girl didn’t have much time to think, the race had started at the sound of a gun. Shifting from neutral to first, after hitting 3 rpm she shifted to second, so on and so fourth. Half way through the race she was fighting for first.
Silver smirked as he maintained first for the second half all the way to the end finishing ahead of her
The girls vehicle skidded to a stop. “ damn it!” She yelled. Hopping out of the car, helmet still on she took on a more or less of a man stance, making her look like a man from under the suit and helmet
Silver drifted to face the front of his car towards the girl and he got out revealing his jacket that said silver samurai on it with only one sponsor
She smiled from under the helmet “ got beat by a rookie.” She mumbled. Taking off her helmet she revealed who she was. Her long silver hair fell down, reaching the small of her back.
"that car of yours is a waste of money if it can't handle the boss" he said looking her in the eyes as if he's raced hundreds of racers like her
The girl flinched “ I know damn well how to drive my own car.” She snapped back. Her tone seemed annoyed but her face remained unreadable.
"Apparently not because you just got your ass whooped by a car fifty years older than your own" he said not being phased by anything she did
“ we let rookies win once in a while.” She looked away and mumbled something, clearly talking to her pit crew. “ I’ve gotta go.”
Silver got back in his car and took off to a nearby parking garage
Hiro stopped at her pit crew, and then got a text from her friend, an address to an underground race. “ nice.” She said with a slight smirk. She’d changed out cars. Though they where the same model, just this one was faster, LEDs lit up the underneath and inside the side grills.
Silver got into a car that was known all across the underground as The_King (an aston martin vulcan)
Hiro pulled up in the back of the line, in the same suit but different car. She was talking to her friend through her helmet. The last thing she needed was to be recognized. Last time something like this happened, she had put someone in the hospital over tampering with her car.
Silver pulled up next to her "history repeats itself" he said to himself and then got out
The girl seemed to be laughing about something, “ okay girl! Get in that car and go! No life threading accidents this time!” The friend said “ sure.” She said hopping in her car.
Silver got into his car "stay safe" azure said
Silver knodded
The friend called after her “ hey! Hiro! Try not to punch anyone!”
Hiro flinched as her name was called “ damn it. Now every one knows.” ( let’s just say the person she beat is no longer standing, and is taking a dirt bath. Though she was never caught because it was at an ilegal street race. )
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