Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:17:42 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:17:49 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:19:01 PM)
Okay... Okay... So far so good. I don't fear for my life at this stage... Any more then I do when hurtling over unforgiving pavement in a 3 tonne death machine travling faster then a horse can run... That's okay...

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:20:11 PM)
"Sadly there aren't too many good strips for really getting going about here, but there are a couple spots races might be going on." She commented, and the entire smooth atmosphere changed, the smooth purr of the engine in the parking lot was replaced by a more gutteral dull roar as she tore into traffic. She wove around two cars and ignoring honks of disassfaction seemed to have some goal in mind, knocking it up gears quite quickly as their speed increased to what was very likely not legal very quickly.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:21:17 PM)
*Despite his obvious paranioa at being in the hurtling death carriage... Something does catch his interest* Races, you say?... Races with high steaks? Where someone could, say, turn $1200 into $5000 pretty quickly??

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:22:12 PM)
"That is the general idea." She glances over to him, then narrowly misses a bumper as she glances back, but for the high speed and apparently uncaring antics, she was actually quite good at this, it seemed much smoother than it probably should.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:23:00 PM)
*His grin came back pretty quickly* Oh, c'mon, let's do go visit them... I promise, if you don't make me sit in the actual box itself, a 100% profit!

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:24:09 PM)
"Yeah yeah." She chuckled, weaving through some more traffic, ignoring at least one redlight, smiling still. "I'm going, I'm going. I won't put nitros into my baby here though, so if races with the stuff are going on I'm out of the possibilities."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:24:41 PM)
No, no.. I think you should enter anyway... 100% profit, remember?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:25:47 PM)
"Devin can hold up to a lot of the other cars that run, but Nitros charged engines have a boost he can't draw. It's like telling the stallion to win against the clysdale with steriods..."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:27:11 PM)
Or, in our case, like telling a stallion to win against a clysdale while Michael Poe cuts the tendons on every horse that looks at him funny... Just, take us to the race! It's not even your money, I promise to take you out for a big night tomrrow instead if we lose.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:28:43 PM)
They were out of the main city before long and she picked it up to higher speeds as she traveled on the highway, that little needle was reaching well past the hundred mark. "Okay...but don't say I didn't warn you. I could use the practice anyway, I haven't done much of this in a while."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:29:34 PM)
There you go, that's the reckless spirit! *He smiles so wide the top of his head might just come clean off*... These things aren't TOO far out of the city, are they?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:30:26 PM)
"No, another few minutes...the one I think should be running tonight is at an old airstrip that isn't used anymore..." She said with a shrug. "Gotta have somewhere long enough to make it interesting but without distractions."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:31:44 PM)
Hmm, yeah, I spose... *Peering out his window... It didn't matter much, the chances of running into the infamous 'Lupines' had to be pretty slim, if they even really existed. Besides, those were all stories of the wilderness, not of air strips*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:33:22 PM)
Being a member of Mortal: the Clueless...she was quite content continuing to drive at breakneck speeds, doing a bit of a wide, and dangerous feeling turn onto a dirt road, where she then slowed some and continued down. "Damn...almost missed it..."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:34:58 PM)
Will you stop doing that!? You're not racing anyone yet... I think I passed an organ!! *He complains, thou mostly half heartedly* Are we there yet, mum??

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:36:34 PM)
She chuckled at the protests. "It's just up here. I can see other cars there." She pointed with a hand, following the winding path up the way she pointed there were in fact lots of other racing styled vechicals lined up. "And you're fine, I'm good at the driving thing. I've never flipped a car once."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:39:16 PM)
You know, it's going to be a night of firsts, so never say never... *Once the car comes to a halt, he huffs out a breath of relife and grins at you* Okay okay, here's the deal.. You go ahead and set yourself up, seeing as you prolly have a recognisable face to these people.. Here's the money.. *He's rather casual with that $1200 as he tosses it in your lap* Bet it all, you're only ripping yourself off if you skim any. Make sure you demand MASSIVE odds for your car which doesn't have the... The Knit-Rows or whatever... Maybe play it desperate? Pretend you've got nothing to lose and everything to prove?... Then just point me at the guy you're going to be racing... I'll take care of the rest.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:40:02 PM)
"What, you don't have a car..."

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:40:50 PM)
She frowns some as she picks up the money and then looks at him skeptically, there was something just not right. "And it's Nitros....'

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:40:55 PM)
I know, but I do have an amazing way with cars and a gamblers eyes... I can spot a sure thing... I've got a system... Etc, etc! *Waves a hand airly* Don't worry, I never lose a bet.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:41:05 PM)
And I'll even bet you on that, if you like.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:42:11 PM)
"You're crazy, don't need to bet on that. But it's your money. Okay." She opened her door and got out, clicking his to open if he didn't get it. Closing it again and heading toward a group of folks with a wave. They seem to recognize her though as one actually calls 'hey em' as she's walking up.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:43:51 PM)
*As soon as the door opens, he's gone... He was off into the darkness around the fringes of the groups.. passing from person to person. Ocassionaly you'll see the light of car headlamps reflecting off his smile and his rosey little glasses... But other then that he blends in and sniffs around the people and their 'wheels'...*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:45:06 PM)
She seemed to be frowning and pointing at her vechical, making gestures of some sort and talking with them, showing them the money. She wasn't the best liar really, but that much money tends to make people play along. She looks around for Mik to even point him out, scanning the groups that had gathered.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:47:28 PM)
*He's there... Far from invisible, but blending easily despite his suit. He even adopts the name 'Suit' pretty quickly, seeing as that's what some people insist on identifying him as... Aaahhh kids, only able to handle small amounts of information at once. Sometimes it's just easise to lable something by it's most obvious trait. He nods and smiles lopsided at you, encouraging you.*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:49:12 PM)
She finds him easily enough and points at him, discussing some more, tapping her head a bit. The other people laugh a little, she looks amused and grins with a nod and 'thank you' as they agree. She motions him up to them and heads back to her own car to get ready.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:50:50 PM)
*Oh, I'm crazy?... Awsome... He wasn't too fussed what the street racer mortals thought of his mental condition. Once they were seperated with their cash maybe he could afford some therapy? He wandered over, leaning against the car* You. You're subtle like a charging buffalo! Soooooo, how did it go?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:52:32 PM)
She punched his arm at the insult, but not in a way of actually trying to inflict damage. "Well, they think you're a psycho, and are under the impression you called me a worthless mechanic and slow as snails. Pretty average 'well I can't let that just slide' sort of stuff."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:53:51 PM)
Oh... Well, in that case.. *He raises his voice a little as he scoffs at you* Yeah, fuck'en right! You show me who yer race'n yer Ikea car against, bitch, cos I'm gonna walk outta here right AND rich.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:56:24 PM)
She at least does a passable job of keeping the amusement off her face before coming out of the car to push him, not that she was exceptionally strong, though she was quick, she just popped right outta there. "You got some nerve asshole. I don't give a shit which car you pick, my baby's gonna wipe the fucking floor with them." Well she wasn't that bad at pretending to be mad at least.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 12:57:45 PM)
Just try not to menstrate on the upholstery, the little granny who'll buy this P.O.S off ya wants it in prime condition. *He spits on the ground at your feet with a sneer, whispering* So, whos the guy you're racing?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 12:59:16 PM)
"Black lambroghini, it has nitros injectors." She muttered, then slapped him, which again she wasn't that strong but it probably stung just a little...or would have if Mik wasn't a horrible blood-sucker.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:00:18 PM)
Ooww... Hey, you're still acting right?? *Rubs his cheek and vanishes off into the crowd again, going to check out the car... He gives you an encouraging wink...*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:01:03 PM)
She huffed and got back into the car, looking a bit amused but still covering it well enough really for most people watching given it was night and the light was all coming from the cars.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:02:34 PM)
She got to getting ready after that, turning off any excess power being used, revving the engine a few times, making sure the windows were closed, etc etc.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:03:24 PM)
*He never touched the car... Never spoke to the driver... One might be mistaken for thinking he never did anything.. But he looked awfuly confident from the side lines as you gunned the engine in the pre-race cock measuring. The starter drops her arms, and it's on!*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:04:58 PM)
Emily was quite good, the car had the pull to keep it's tires from squeeling, and she slamed through gears like an alcoholic went through shots, pulling ahead at first, though the other car would defintely outpace her if it hit it's Nitros. The other driver likely did this quite commonly as well.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:06:58 PM)
*Halfway up the track and it seems pretty obvious that, thou you're the better driver, you're outmatched by the superiour burning power of the Nitro injection system as it pops to life with a crack and a small, showy explosion of flames. The other car rips forward, eating up road.... When suddenly it spins off the track, it's breaks screaming, coming to rest off the runway in the soft earth on the side of the tarmac... The drive leaps out of the car, brushing himself down and pulling off his jacket, stepping away from it, the car still running.*

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:09:10 PM)
*He stamps his feet around the jacket and on it, apparently trying to crush something, constantly checking himself as a couple people come over to make sure he isn't hurt... Before long they are laughing at his story, thou he seems honestly shaken by it*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:09:21 PM)
She glanced over a moment but finished out to be waved without the car even flinching as a result of her glance, slowing a bit as she turned and then heading back up the field toward the starting area after making sure the other driver wasn't still on fire...they kept fire extinguishers on hand for stuff just like that after all.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:09:57 PM)
"What the hell happened?" She'd check her car back over to make sure it's fine before catching up with the rest at the starting line.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:11:04 PM)
*There doesn't appear to be any flames... And he keeps looking back at his seat as thou unwilling to sit in the car again. Michael greets you with open arms and a grin, before losing it when you ask what happened* Who, him? Apparently he found a nest of spiders under his seat... They must have paniced when the Nitrone thinggy went off and swarmed up his legs and into his jacket... Freaked right the hell out, poor guy.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:13:33 PM)
She looked at him curiously, glancing at the guy, chuckling a bit. Then, punching him in the shoulder again as she noted other people looking their way. "See, what the fuck I tell you...stupid uppity prick." she headed away from him to collect winnings. Whispering. "Doors are open." Immediately after chatting with the folks for a bit about car things.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:14:41 PM)
I dunno what the fuck that shit was all about, but that don't prove fucken nothing! *He mumbles... But, despite his apparent 'loss', he's soon wandering off to slide into the car quietly*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:16:26 PM)
She chats it up for a while, then returns looking irritated, getting in and settling a bag on his lap, it's small but there's defintely more money than before. Other races seem to be starting up but she guns it to get outta dodge, heading back up the dirt road toward the highway, waiting til they were a little bit away. "You, are a dirty cheater." But she laughed.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:18:09 PM)
*Opening the bag with a smile, he looks at you firmly, pointing a finger sternly* Hey!! Do NOT call my honour into question!!... I don't control if or not a guy remembers to clean under his seat! It's not up to me what seasons spiders weave webs in! I can't help if it he leaves large amounts of junk food wrappers under his seat that attracts small insects that a spider would consider good eating!!

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:20:01 PM)
"Uh huh..." She shakes her head, turning back onto the highway and returning at a slighly slower pace this time, within legal limits...but that could be cause of the thing on her windshield beeping. "So I suppose at least I can offer a bit of a good time."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:21:57 PM)
You can indeed!... You're reffering to the good time we just had, right? Not one you're promising to grant me later? Cos either way, awesome. *Reaching into the bag, he grabs a handful of bills and holds them up to look at* Awww, how cute, they all have famous people on them, looking at us with their judgmental eyes!!.. What's that flashing thing?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:23:15 PM)
"You are horrible...and it lets me know if a cop is around radaring cars...if it's going off then I can't speed. If it isn't then I can do pretty much whatever I want."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:23:48 PM)
Really?... And, the police, they don't know when people have these things? *peers at it*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:24:57 PM)
"Oh, it's not legal at all...but it looks about the same as a reciever for sateline radio broadcast stuff so they can't prove what it is just by looking at it." She commented with a chuckle. Speeding up a little when it stopped beeping and flashing at her.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:26:05 PM)
satelight*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:26:15 PM)
(however that words spelled!)

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:27:01 PM)
I see... That's pretty dishonest of you! I like it! It shows a flair for creative problem solving, he he he. *Tossing the money back in the bag, he closes it and leaves it to rest under the seat* Well that was fun! I don't think we should show our faces around those people for a few weeks... let them forget their misfortune.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:27:05 PM)
(totally using this scene for justifying subterfuge 1 btw)

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:27:12 PM)
(lol!)

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:28:36 PM)
She chuckled. "I don't hit that one up very often, I prefer to do the non-nitros stuff. Generally not as high dollar, but nitros kills your car and I'm not willing to do that...I worked way too hard to get this baby."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:29:14 PM)
Devin..

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:29:52 PM)
"Yes." She sent a glance his way, still smiling, but she had been since they'd gotten back on the highway. "Glad you remember."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:30:44 PM)
I never forget a... Face... Or... Grill. *pats the cars dash* Okay, time check, Emily! Where's your Devin's clock?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:31:47 PM)
She presses a button on the radio so it switches over to the current time. Not speeding too much after getting hit earlier by the signals.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:32:30 PM)
3:22... Alright, one more stop, then back to my place for the Twister contest to see who gets the biggest share of the loot.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:32:50 PM)
"Somewhere you need me to drop you off?" She nods toward the radio section. "Just below the radio I built in a GPS....wait what?"

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:33:23 PM)
Well how were YOU planning on dividing our legitimate winnings?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:34:32 PM)
"Legitimate my ass..." She muttered. "You are a trip. But sure, where you want to head? I just gotta text my older brother or he'll be all 'what the hell you doing' again." She rolled her eyes.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:35:25 PM)
It wasn't long before they hit the city again Emily slowing some just cause she wasn't sure where he wanted to go.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:35:29 PM)
Ooohhh, is he protective? Should I give you a hicky you can't explain and my number on a napkin so he can chase me down and beat me up for 'tricking his baby sister'?

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:36:29 PM)
"Only if you want me to taz you...or run you over." She shrugged, it at least -seemed- like she was joking.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:37:04 PM)
Oh c'mon... Don't pretend this wasn't fun enough to earn me a kiss on the cheek... *Taps his cheek with a sly grin*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:37:53 PM)
"Maybe when I'm not driving. We'll see...you still haven't put in the address of where we're headed." She paused at a red light, stifling a yawn and stretching

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:38:34 PM)
Honestly? Don't mind. Anywhere except a motel 6. *Slides his hands behind his head with a smile*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:39:32 PM)
"You said you had some other stop you wanted to make you cooky bastard." She chuckled, circling a block.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:40:54 PM)
No, I meant we should celebrate with a drink or something, but you're yawning, so I'll let you get back to your brother before he starts forging you a chastity belt out of used mufflers.

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:41:45 PM)
"It would totally be engine pistons." She said with a smirk. "Where you wanna be dropped off?"

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:42:36 PM)
Seriously, anywhere is fine... Something 4 star. *He grabs a handful of cash, more then enough for a good room*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:43:29 PM)
"Sure." she'd make another turn and head closer to downtown where the nicer hotels were. At least she didn't weave through traffic like a madwoman when she was tired, the mellow was probably nice.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:44:25 PM)
Oohhh, that one looks good! They have a door man... He's gonna have to call me Sir, even thou I'm going to call him Jeeves, regardless of what his name tag says!

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:45:03 PM)
She laughed and pulled up to a stop in the front. "You take care of yourself Mike."

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:45:38 PM)
Do I get my cheek kiss?... I think I earnt it! *Beckons at you with a 'cmon' look on his face* C'mon, tell me I didn't earn it...

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:46:16 PM)
"When did boys get so whiny?" She chuckled but put the car into park to lean over and kiss his cheek.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:47:42 PM)
Hey, that was negotiation, not whining. *He returns the favour, a gentle peck on the cheek... That is, right up until he closes his lips down on your neck instead, tiny fangs plunging through the tender flesh with a hungry snarl*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:48:07 PM)
(with the doorman right across the way?)

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:48:37 PM)
(He's gonna see two people necking in a car, his first thought wont be 'Oh Noz! Vampires!' ;) )

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:48:53 PM)
(kk, just wanted to be sure first)

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:50:56 PM)
"Hey...what are..." Pause, shock fading away after a moment and whatever she'd been planning to say was sort of lost as she closed her eyes, sighing instead of whatever other protests she might have had. (Unless he doesn't possess 'the kiss' then I'll have to rework that post)

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:52:16 PM)
(Kiss included... Otherwise, yes, THAT would attract the doormans attention, he he he. "ARGH! GET IT OFF!" "Aww, young love!")*Wrapping his arms around you like a snake might entwine a mouse, he closes his lips over the wound, drinking greedily. A deep draught, two mouthfuls in big gulps, letting the young, hot blood fill his old, withered heart once again, almost making it beat once! He laps at the wound with a groan and lets your groggy form realx in the seat. He considers the money for a moment..... Nah! And then climbs out after checking the rear vision mirror to make sure he wasn't smeared in vitae.*

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:54:25 PM)
Emily's left dazed, confused, probably woken up by rapping on the window a moment later...rubbing her eyes she blinked with the same confused expression a moment before looking at herself in the mirror then realigning it...yup confused. She however started home after the checks.

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:55:13 PM)
(It would be a PLEASURE to work with you again! :D )

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:55:27 PM)
(lol I'll catch you later *wave*)

Mikhail Poleski (Mar 15, 2011 1:55:34 PM)
(*Zooom*)

Emily Pike (Mar 15, 2011 1:55:36 PM)
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