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BAYLEY APPRECIATION STATION
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Name: Olivia "Empress" Yen
Gender: Female
Nationality+Special Forces Origin: British; Originally SAS before transfer to Hong Kong's Special Duties Unit
Age: 29
Appearance: Olivia's physical profile dictates that she stands at a rather tall 6 feet 2 inches (187cm), and weighs around 174 lbs (78 kg). Olivia likes to maintain a fit physique, often spending her downtime making sure she is in tip-top shape. As a result, her physical fitness often rivals, sometimes even surpassing that of her male colleagues.
No official picture could be found, but a certain someone found these around:
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Role: Marksman/Pointman
Weapon(s):
All come standard with
3x L109A1 Frag Grenades
2x L83A1 Smoke Grenades
2x G60 Flashbangs
1x C4
Gerber Combat Knife
Brief Background: [CLASSIFIED]
Equipment:
OPS Core FAST Carbon Helmet
Oakley SI Assault Glove (Always in either black or New Khaki)
adidas GSG-9 High Boots
Crye Precision G3 Combat Shirt and Pant (in non-CQB settings)
Under Armour Compression Shirt and Crye Precision G3 Combat Pant (in Urban settings)
Crye Precision CAGE Plate Carrier with MOLLE System
Luminox Black Ops Carbon Watch
TOS 0.8 (Tactical Observation Sight) (Utilized as a contact lens)
5-11 Tactical RUSH72 Backpack
Gender: Female
Nationality+Special Forces Origin: British; Originally SAS before transfer to Hong Kong's Special Duties Unit
Age: 29
Appearance: Olivia's physical profile dictates that she stands at a rather tall 6 feet 2 inches (187cm), and weighs around 174 lbs (78 kg). Olivia likes to maintain a fit physique, often spending her downtime making sure she is in tip-top shape. As a result, her physical fitness often rivals, sometimes even surpassing that of her male colleagues.
No official picture could be found, but a certain someone found these around:
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Role: Marksman/Pointman
Weapon(s):
All come standard with
3x L109A1 Frag Grenades
2x L83A1 Smoke Grenades
2x G60 Flashbangs
1x C4
Gerber Combat Knife
Brief Background: [CLASSIFIED]
Equipment:
OPS Core FAST Carbon Helmet
Oakley SI Assault Glove (Always in either black or New Khaki)
adidas GSG-9 High Boots
Crye Precision G3 Combat Shirt and Pant (in non-CQB settings)
Under Armour Compression Shirt and Crye Precision G3 Combat Pant (in Urban settings)
Crye Precision CAGE Plate Carrier with MOLLE System
Luminox Black Ops Carbon Watch
TOS 0.8 (Tactical Observation Sight) (Utilized as a contact lens)
5-11 Tactical RUSH72 Backpack
@kingkonrad How I'm coming across after 2 sentences of inquires in an interest check? Have we RP'd before together or something? Because if we haven't I think its really irrational to start making inane assumptions about what kind of roleplayer I am or what my kind of character is before I've even created one.
So let me put your worries to rest, you don't sound like a dickhead at all, just presumptuous and a little paranoid.
Best of luck with this RP though, regardless of your tone, its a very good concept.
Sorry buddy. Konrad's reasoning comes from the high rate of dropouts when it comes to RPs in this forum. He wants a long term commitment and based on what you've said you didn't seen like someone who would be able to keep up that long term commitment.
He has to be paranoid because he wants to make sure this RP goes for as long as intended, and in order to do so he must make sure he has people that he knows will stick by. He has to be quick and presumptuous so he knows what he has to work with. You don't fit his criteria unfortunately. We need people who can uphold his vision with dignity. Again, apologies. Best of luck to you.
@QueenOfTheBee okay sounds good I'll go for a private-hired ops marksman, if not then I'd be happy to be some sort of vehicle driver or helicopter pilot if needed.
That's not the type of operative we're going for. They need to be special ops. If theyre former then that might be okay.
I am making a female soldier of course, but y'all won't see any specifics just yet
I'd like to join, how much freedom do we have with the variety and creativity of our characters is it going to be an eclectic bunch of mercenaries or a more uniform squad of professional soliders?
Also will we get to drive vehicles, more importantly.....can I drive a tank? :)
I can answer this on behalf of King.
For our characters, they will have to be a more uniform squad of professional soldiers. Think of the operation variety of Ghost Recon with the operator diversity of Rainbow Six. A straight up mercenary might be out of the theme King is going for here, but I'm sure there's some way to work it in. You can be as creative as you want so long as it seems plausible. A sniper from the Navy SEALs? Sure. A demolition dude from GSG-9? Go for it. A SWAT officer from Compton? Naah.
As for vehicles, I'm sure they will be involved, but you might not be able to drive a tank.
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Two Years Later
30 December 2015
"Wendy... Wendy... wake up!"
The now retired sniper opened and eye and looked up at her husband, Mark, before looking at the clock. It was December 30th, and it was a rather special day today. However, the poor woman had overslept. Since retiring from the Canadian Armed Forces, she had grown accustomed to living the easy life and being supported by a very handsome pension. However, it wasn't the anniversary of that day in Copenhagen. Wendy wanted nothing to do with it except to forget it and live her life. She didn't want to be involved in military affairs anymore, it just wasn't something her aging and aching body could handle anymore. No, it wasn't something even remotely related to military. Wendy grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself, cursing to herself quietly as her fifteen year old step daughter ran into her, mostly to wonder where she was. Wendy was still kinda groggy but it was okay, what was going to happen later was going to be a huge delight.
"Oh jeez. How could I have overslept today?" Wendy cursed, before taking a step down their house only to see her fifteen year old stepdaughter again, signaling to the living room. Wendy looked to her husband, "She found her gift already, huh?" Wendy stepped down and into the living room to see a small little girl holding a gift wrapped box with both of her hands. It was Wendy and Mark's child - today was her very first birthday (well technically second) and she was as delighted as ever. As soon as Wendy got home, she married her fiance of many years. She then became pregnant later that year, and as a result she ended up having their daughter, Charlotte Marie Cobb on December 30th. Wendy had specifically told her stepdaughter to not give anything anyway, but here she was holding it.
Wendy sat down and sighed, watching Charlotte hold the box out to her for Wendy to take and pull off the delicately tied bow around it. As she gave it to her daughter to pull off the wrapping paper with the assistance of her father and half-sister, Wendy turned on the TV, immediately switching it to the news as she saw the headline "TIAF Forces Surrender to Turkish Government". Wendy's eyes widened as she watched the reporter elaborate on the story, seeing that the Turkish managed to get such a force to surrender. Wendy sighed a breath of relief if she had to be honest, that force would no longer be a threat to them, and now that they were gone, she couldn't help but to smile at the fact that she was a part of the effort that lead to their takedown. It was that effort that allowed her to be with her family today, and enjoy life as a stay-at-home mom for the rest of the years she would see. It was a life she wouldn't give up for anything. It was perfect.
30 December 2015
"Wendy... Wendy... wake up!"
The now retired sniper opened and eye and looked up at her husband, Mark, before looking at the clock. It was December 30th, and it was a rather special day today. However, the poor woman had overslept. Since retiring from the Canadian Armed Forces, she had grown accustomed to living the easy life and being supported by a very handsome pension. However, it wasn't the anniversary of that day in Copenhagen. Wendy wanted nothing to do with it except to forget it and live her life. She didn't want to be involved in military affairs anymore, it just wasn't something her aging and aching body could handle anymore. No, it wasn't something even remotely related to military. Wendy grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself, cursing to herself quietly as her fifteen year old step daughter ran into her, mostly to wonder where she was. Wendy was still kinda groggy but it was okay, what was going to happen later was going to be a huge delight.
"Oh jeez. How could I have overslept today?" Wendy cursed, before taking a step down their house only to see her fifteen year old stepdaughter again, signaling to the living room. Wendy looked to her husband, "She found her gift already, huh?" Wendy stepped down and into the living room to see a small little girl holding a gift wrapped box with both of her hands. It was Wendy and Mark's child - today was her very first birthday (well technically second) and she was as delighted as ever. As soon as Wendy got home, she married her fiance of many years. She then became pregnant later that year, and as a result she ended up having their daughter, Charlotte Marie Cobb on December 30th. Wendy had specifically told her stepdaughter to not give anything anyway, but here she was holding it.
Wendy sat down and sighed, watching Charlotte hold the box out to her for Wendy to take and pull off the delicately tied bow around it. As she gave it to her daughter to pull off the wrapping paper with the assistance of her father and half-sister, Wendy turned on the TV, immediately switching it to the news as she saw the headline "TIAF Forces Surrender to Turkish Government". Wendy's eyes widened as she watched the reporter elaborate on the story, seeing that the Turkish managed to get such a force to surrender. Wendy sighed a breath of relief if she had to be honest, that force would no longer be a threat to them, and now that they were gone, she couldn't help but to smile at the fact that she was a part of the effort that lead to their takedown. It was that effort that allowed her to be with her family today, and enjoy life as a stay-at-home mom for the rest of the years she would see. It was a life she wouldn't give up for anything. It was perfect.
The mention of the word "bae" prompted Kimberly to shoot Ross a rather confused look. Did her husband really just use that word? Looks like he was getting with the California culture that Kimberly was raised in. Still though, it was rather odd hearing his throaty Scottish self belt that word out. Kimberly only looked to the other side as she followed the bigger Scot to wherever he was going. They probably had to get their registration out of the way anyway. She would also be able to take a peek at the roster there anyway, or get a copy delivered to her sometime later in the paddock. It was really odd considering that just days ago they were on the run from police but now here they were in a sanctioned event driving some very nice rally classics around a track. Kimberly's life took many wild turns - but it was okay, she had grown pretty much used to it now. Hopefully tonight would entail some very interesting events, based on the trajectory Kimberly's life always seemed to have day-to-day. It was almost always expected that something outlandish would happen to her. She didn't know if she pissed off some voodoo dude or Ross just seemed to attract these sorts of things.
Kimberly only trailed Ross as he walked into an office/lobby of sorts. Kimberly walked into the makeshift tent, and there was a rather unenthusiastic looking woman sitting behind the counter with the grumpiest look on her face. Kimberly tried not to make eye contact with her as she looked outside and saw the other cars rolling around after whatever it was they did. Must've been boring sitting in here all day and watching god knows what was on the television in the seating area. Kimberly walked up closer to the counter as she heard her first name. The last name was wrong, she had it hyphenated as Rossi-Hartley mostly because she didn't feel ready to let go of the Rossi name she was so proud of having just yet. The name just sounded menacing in the world of automotive sports so she kept. With this though, it would be a lot harder for her to fill out papers mostly because it was a whopping 13 characters. Kimberly received her part of the paperwork and grabbed a pen with her left hand, shuffling over to the couch and plopping in her seat as she started to fill it out. "Name... birthday... blah blah blah..." She mumbled to herself, chewing on the top of the pen as a habit.
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"Race starts soon, are you ready?"
The only thing that was visible was a man wearing a headset on top of a baseball hat as he caught the attention of his team's driver. She was yanked back into attention in her Mitsubishi Galant VR-4, decorated with purpose made rims and covered in her team's livery. The driver liked to call this particular rendition of the livery the "Candy Cane", as it was a big slanted green, red, and white stripe running from the rear doors all the way to the very ends of the roof. This wasn't the only car in the area either. There was a Ford Fiesta sitting next to it ready to go for the serious rallycross event. The Fiesta in question had a much more extravagant design on it, stemming from a big stripe down the middle of the car and extending to a tribal-esque design on the side littered with sponsors. Who was this driver and who was her mystery team? She was none other than Samantha Graham, widely acclaimed as the one of the very best, if not the best female driver of all time. Ever since her uprising in San Antonio, Texas, she signed with teams like Monster and whatnot before breaking off on her own and forming her own team, known as "Vortex". What was an American driver like herself doing in a place like this?
Samantha herself was thirty four years old, and she had plenty of championships, whether it'd be rally or rallycross and whatnot underneath her belt. She stood at a rather tall six feet and an inch or so, making herself incredibly tall for a woman. She had very deep green eyes, and wavy blonde hair that always seemed to be in a bun. She very rarely had it down, it distracted her from her racing and was very hard to keep maintained at this level. However she had to keep it looking on point as she had to be in all sorts of media events. She was an idol to aspiring drivers anywhere, overcoming adversity and winning things she wasn't expected to. She was in all sorts of magazines and whatnot, but what was she doing here? At a local rallycross event in England? Nobody even knew she was there. The cars were recognizable but people either passed it off as replicas or branches of Vortex.
"Yeah. Let's kick some ass, yeah?"
Samantha turned on her Mitsubishi and rolled out to the area where she could park her car and let it sit there since she didn't want to stay in the tent any longer, but didn't want to hit the track just yet. She was excited to see what competition she would be against today.
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Kimberly was looking at a copy of the rosters for each divisions that were racing today. She had her glasses on and wrinkled her nose a bit as she read carefully. It was rather odd for a driver of Kimberly's caliber to be suffering from the setback of poor sight, but she had this condition where her vision degraded rather sharply in her teenage years. She could see short just fine, but any farther than a few feet in front of her and she couldn't see anything. As a matter of fact, her license dictates that she cannot drive without corrective lenses, but since she always had contacts in she would be fine. The roster was alphabetized with the cars everyone would be driving, she read slowly until she got to a name right above Ross's. It read: "Graham, Samantha | USA | Team Vortex #25 Mitsubishi Galant VR-4 |" Kimberly's eyes widened as she realized who she was racing with. The person who pioneered automotive sports for women everywhere? The woman who made girls across the world realize that they could be a racing driver and be damn good at it? Kimberly was honestly star-struck at this point. The fact that she would be racing against her, and she was the only female on this entry list besides Samantha. She knew she was going to get some attention, especially in the "Giant Creamsicle".
She allowed Ross to finish whatever he was saying before she reached over with her arm and tapped him with the clipboard. "Ross, Ross, Ross!" she said, showing the clipboard to her, "Guess who's gonna be racing with us!" She pointed to Graham, before showing her face from behind the clipboard. "You know who that is right?" Kimberly smiled - it was rather hard to take her seriously with those big glasses of hers making her blue eyes look really big. Her eyes almost went puppy dog mode, which was a look Kimberly hated to use, but knew that it worked when she needed it to. "Samantha Graham, the greatest female driver ever, is in our presence!" Kimberly looked like she was about to burst with happiness. "You know how much she means to me?" Kimberly was hyperventilating and getting very red just thinking about her, very unlike her usual cool demeanor. "Oh my goooood. I hope she notices me! I better get something autographed. Oh, I can get my phone autographed by her! Yeah, that'd be sweet!" Kimberly went on a crazy tangent about how happy she was knowing that she would be able to meet one of her idols.
While Kimberly was giddy with happiness, Regina tapped Ross on the shoulder and leaned in. "Is she always like this?" Regina asked curiously, watching Kimberly's big, wide, flashy smile as she held the clipboard in her gloved hands. It was like she was a freshman in high school again, swooning over their school's heartthrob but there was only her, big glasses and braces and acne. Kimberly eventually settled down and clambered into her car, the hand she would be utilizing to shift very shaky. It wasn't clear if it was because Kimberly wasn't focused or if she was super nervous. "When can we go? I'm itching to race." Kimberly felt as if she had a sudden surge of energy cascade inside her. She was like a toddler who had just drank an entire can of soda.
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Ellie wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention before she was met with Seb's presence. The connections were made in her mind rather quickly and she acted fast, smiling genuinely as she knew that this picture would end up on social media. Followed by thousands of likes and comments! Ellie loved that attention. She loved being in the spotlight of nothing but positive vibes. It was good for a person and their confidence. As Seb finished what he was doing, Ellie smirked and returned the kiss on his cheek. A thought then crossed her mind, something she needed to remember.
"Oh! We're invited to the VIP party tonight while the party outside goes on. While everyone listens to crazy EDM, we're inside with some of the biggest figures in action sports. I hear the winners of those rally races also get in." Ellie chuckled, "I hope they know that they're being looked at closely by scouts who are looking to sign someone. Part of the reason why that old lass Samantha is here. She told me she was doing some on-site scouting." Ellie commented, before trying to remember where she put her blue dress.
Kimberly only trailed Ross as he walked into an office/lobby of sorts. Kimberly walked into the makeshift tent, and there was a rather unenthusiastic looking woman sitting behind the counter with the grumpiest look on her face. Kimberly tried not to make eye contact with her as she looked outside and saw the other cars rolling around after whatever it was they did. Must've been boring sitting in here all day and watching god knows what was on the television in the seating area. Kimberly walked up closer to the counter as she heard her first name. The last name was wrong, she had it hyphenated as Rossi-Hartley mostly because she didn't feel ready to let go of the Rossi name she was so proud of having just yet. The name just sounded menacing in the world of automotive sports so she kept. With this though, it would be a lot harder for her to fill out papers mostly because it was a whopping 13 characters. Kimberly received her part of the paperwork and grabbed a pen with her left hand, shuffling over to the couch and plopping in her seat as she started to fill it out. "Name... birthday... blah blah blah..." She mumbled to herself, chewing on the top of the pen as a habit.
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"Race starts soon, are you ready?"
The only thing that was visible was a man wearing a headset on top of a baseball hat as he caught the attention of his team's driver. She was yanked back into attention in her Mitsubishi Galant VR-4, decorated with purpose made rims and covered in her team's livery. The driver liked to call this particular rendition of the livery the "Candy Cane", as it was a big slanted green, red, and white stripe running from the rear doors all the way to the very ends of the roof. This wasn't the only car in the area either. There was a Ford Fiesta sitting next to it ready to go for the serious rallycross event. The Fiesta in question had a much more extravagant design on it, stemming from a big stripe down the middle of the car and extending to a tribal-esque design on the side littered with sponsors. Who was this driver and who was her mystery team? She was none other than Samantha Graham, widely acclaimed as the one of the very best, if not the best female driver of all time. Ever since her uprising in San Antonio, Texas, she signed with teams like Monster and whatnot before breaking off on her own and forming her own team, known as "Vortex". What was an American driver like herself doing in a place like this?
Samantha herself was thirty four years old, and she had plenty of championships, whether it'd be rally or rallycross and whatnot underneath her belt. She stood at a rather tall six feet and an inch or so, making herself incredibly tall for a woman. She had very deep green eyes, and wavy blonde hair that always seemed to be in a bun. She very rarely had it down, it distracted her from her racing and was very hard to keep maintained at this level. However she had to keep it looking on point as she had to be in all sorts of media events. She was an idol to aspiring drivers anywhere, overcoming adversity and winning things she wasn't expected to. She was in all sorts of magazines and whatnot, but what was she doing here? At a local rallycross event in England? Nobody even knew she was there. The cars were recognizable but people either passed it off as replicas or branches of Vortex.
"Yeah. Let's kick some ass, yeah?"
Samantha turned on her Mitsubishi and rolled out to the area where she could park her car and let it sit there since she didn't want to stay in the tent any longer, but didn't want to hit the track just yet. She was excited to see what competition she would be against today.
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Kimberly was looking at a copy of the rosters for each divisions that were racing today. She had her glasses on and wrinkled her nose a bit as she read carefully. It was rather odd for a driver of Kimberly's caliber to be suffering from the setback of poor sight, but she had this condition where her vision degraded rather sharply in her teenage years. She could see short just fine, but any farther than a few feet in front of her and she couldn't see anything. As a matter of fact, her license dictates that she cannot drive without corrective lenses, but since she always had contacts in she would be fine. The roster was alphabetized with the cars everyone would be driving, she read slowly until she got to a name right above Ross's. It read: "Graham, Samantha | USA | Team Vortex #25 Mitsubishi Galant VR-4 |" Kimberly's eyes widened as she realized who she was racing with. The person who pioneered automotive sports for women everywhere? The woman who made girls across the world realize that they could be a racing driver and be damn good at it? Kimberly was honestly star-struck at this point. The fact that she would be racing against her, and she was the only female on this entry list besides Samantha. She knew she was going to get some attention, especially in the "Giant Creamsicle".
She allowed Ross to finish whatever he was saying before she reached over with her arm and tapped him with the clipboard. "Ross, Ross, Ross!" she said, showing the clipboard to her, "Guess who's gonna be racing with us!" She pointed to Graham, before showing her face from behind the clipboard. "You know who that is right?" Kimberly smiled - it was rather hard to take her seriously with those big glasses of hers making her blue eyes look really big. Her eyes almost went puppy dog mode, which was a look Kimberly hated to use, but knew that it worked when she needed it to. "Samantha Graham, the greatest female driver ever, is in our presence!" Kimberly looked like she was about to burst with happiness. "You know how much she means to me?" Kimberly was hyperventilating and getting very red just thinking about her, very unlike her usual cool demeanor. "Oh my goooood. I hope she notices me! I better get something autographed. Oh, I can get my phone autographed by her! Yeah, that'd be sweet!" Kimberly went on a crazy tangent about how happy she was knowing that she would be able to meet one of her idols.
While Kimberly was giddy with happiness, Regina tapped Ross on the shoulder and leaned in. "Is she always like this?" Regina asked curiously, watching Kimberly's big, wide, flashy smile as she held the clipboard in her gloved hands. It was like she was a freshman in high school again, swooning over their school's heartthrob but there was only her, big glasses and braces and acne. Kimberly eventually settled down and clambered into her car, the hand she would be utilizing to shift very shaky. It wasn't clear if it was because Kimberly wasn't focused or if she was super nervous. "When can we go? I'm itching to race." Kimberly felt as if she had a sudden surge of energy cascade inside her. She was like a toddler who had just drank an entire can of soda.
---
Ellie wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention before she was met with Seb's presence. The connections were made in her mind rather quickly and she acted fast, smiling genuinely as she knew that this picture would end up on social media. Followed by thousands of likes and comments! Ellie loved that attention. She loved being in the spotlight of nothing but positive vibes. It was good for a person and their confidence. As Seb finished what he was doing, Ellie smirked and returned the kiss on his cheek. A thought then crossed her mind, something she needed to remember.
"Oh! We're invited to the VIP party tonight while the party outside goes on. While everyone listens to crazy EDM, we're inside with some of the biggest figures in action sports. I hear the winners of those rally races also get in." Ellie chuckled, "I hope they know that they're being looked at closely by scouts who are looking to sign someone. Part of the reason why that old lass Samantha is here. She told me she was doing some on-site scouting." Ellie commented, before trying to remember where she put her blue dress.
As Kimberly heard her name being called by the familiar sound of her husband's voice, she took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes, before opening them and seeing the world once more. She probably barely got herself any sleep, but it was time to start her day again anyway. "Hi baby." She murmured, reciprocating the kiss to her husband as he commented on her short little FaceTime with her sister and Mia. "Yeah, sorry honey. Maria did send me a few videos of her - you should've got them by now actually." She rubbed her eye again, before unlocking her phone with the touch of her thumb. The phone did confirm that she did send three videos from her sister to Ross. They were all of their little daughter. The first one was of her playing with an orange ball, "throwing" it as hard as she could and going to pick it up with the most delighted look on her face. The second one was Mia trying to answer questions Maria was asking her, one in particular being who she missed right now, responding with a "daaaaa" and a "mama". The third one was just her getting really excited over her favorite food, which Kimberly told her exactly how to make with the exact ingredients and portions. Kimberly just thinking about her daughter made her a little homesick, but she got over it pretty quickly knowing that she would be back within a few days.
Kimberly got up slowly, taking a little bit to adjust her hair as it was rather unkempt. She stood up before Kimberly heard a mention of Ryan, before a light went off in her head and she made a connection. "Ohh... right! Ryaaaan." She totally forgot about him.
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Regina crouched behind the front right wheel of her Ford Fiesta, making sure that it was as ready as it could be for the race later. This would be her first venture into rally racing into a long time, knowing full and well that she wasn't exactly the best at it. But then again, her driving skills improved massively since her last time, maybe this time she would be able to hold her own. The first practice run she made gave her a good feeling about her skills, knowing that she was actually way better than she had thought she would be. Which was good, but how good was the competition? Competition either made people look worse or made them actually way better. There was no gray area, you were either good or bad in those kinds of situations.
Before joining Ryan next to him, she saw a rather deep imprint a rock managed to make in the bodywork of the Fiesta. She dragged a gloved finger across it, even though it was nothing compared to the human touch, she could still feel it as if it were on her bare finger. She tutted slightly, before sighing and walking to wherever her teammate was. "They're fast alright, but RX for me is a little too... farfetched? Is that the right word? I don't know." Regina shrugged, grabbing another plastic chair and sitting down next to Ryan as she grabbed a NOS out of the cooler and took a good sized sip out of it. Monster always tasted gross to her, she was a much bigger proponent of NOS, appropriately named in the context Ryan and Regina were in.
"Ross and Kimberly? Ross is the Scottish dude... and Kimberly the girl with the guy?" Regina lost track of all these people Ryan knew, it was like every day he had a new friend from his past that he hadn't seen in forever. The Asian driver started to sip her drink once again, before hearing footsteps right outside where they were sitting. Were these the people Ryan geeking out about? When Regina's eyes finally regained focus, she saw the man and woman that were there that one day they raced at Yas Marina. It was definitely them. Yeah, definitely them. A tall brunette with the bluest eyes ever stepped in, and an even taller Scottish man stepped in as well - wait a minute, it was Ross! Ryan of course came up to greet him, and Regina waved to the both of them as she took a sip out of her drink.
Kimberly was next to hug the British racing driver, before he was allowed to elaborate on the race they have on hand. It was a run of the mill rally invitational, something straight out of DiRT. This was something Kimberly could easily manage to do, and with the competitiveness of racing with Ross, she was probably going to race like a bat straight out of hell. But there was a lot of talk between these two, and Kimberly was eager to find out what cars they were going to drive. Ever since last night, she was really wondering what kind of cars she would be able to get herself into. Fiestas like the ones she was standing next to? Group B cars? There were a lot of possibilities to wonder, and Kimberly was starting to get jittery. However, it was like a prayer was answered as Ryan finally got to the part where they were going to talk about what cars they were going to drive. As Kimberly received an invitation, she started following where Ryan and Ross went. Since Regina was left all by herself, she figured she would just follow them anyway.
As Kimberly walked down the paddock, she could see that this wasn't just some low-key event meant for the locals. This was something bigger with more things to do than just this. If she wanted to, she could dress up for tonight and really get something going tonight and have an absolute blast. As the Brunette stepped into the tent, she already saw which cars she would have her choice of using. This excited the geek in Kimberly, she already had a car in mind as Ryan listed off which cars she could use exactly. She wanted the Beemer, she wanted it bad. The Beemer was the only car she had actual experience driving in before. As the two lads bantered, Kimberly had a look of intense focus on her face as she calculated and weighed the pros and cons of each car. She made her ultimate final choice but kept it to herself. If Ross picked the choice she had then she had a good backup for that anyway. Either way she would be able to pick at least one car she would enjoy driving.
A big smile was immediately on Kimberly's face as Ross pulled her in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before she turned and kissed him on the lips. There was a smile on her face as she chuckled, snuggling up to her husband. "I think... I'll take the Beemer." Kimberly said, as she went over to the keyrack and pulled the keys to the BMW out. She walked over to it, before stopping and turning around. "Ah, I'm just kidding." Kimberly took the keys and chucked them to Ross, "I know how much you love your Beemers. I'll take the Fiat. Looks like a giant creamsicle." Kimberly commented, before pulling the keys off the keyrack once again and heading over to the car. The first thing she noticed when she opened the car was that there was a big paper ball in the seat. No idea why, but Kimberly just took it out, before shooting it into the trash can quite a distance away from the car. It landed perfectly into the can - that was Kimberly's basketball heritage in action.
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Ellie sat on the bench, eyes on her Galaxy S6 as she went through her social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, everything. She had on a pair of light wash short shorts, an Adidas track jacket on as well as a pair of Nike Air Maxes as she waited for her turn. A pair of aviators were also covering her eyes because she knew she was going to be in the air today. Packing was almost done anyway, so she took a little break to figure out why exactly her phone was blowing up. It was the run of the mill Twitter messages, texts, emails, and whatnot. Running a channel like hers required a lot of business inquiries, and even on an event like this there was no slowing down. Eventually Ellie put her phone away and finished packing up, taking her gear and putting it into an area where she could have it be safe.
"I'd love some shots." Ellie said, as she readjusted her hair and pulled her phone back out. Now she was just texting friends and family, telling them about how she was in the area and how she should check out what was going on there. She also let them know about their stunt. As Seb made a comment about how they weren't YouTube celebrities just, Ellie begged to disagree. "Compared to PewDiePie? Yeah. But we're rising stars in our own category, love." Ellie said, before looking back down at her phone. "We're gaining a few hundred every day anyway. Maybe with this we'll definitely skyrocket." The Scot giggled at her own little pun, before going back to her email to see when exactly it was show time.
Kimberly got up slowly, taking a little bit to adjust her hair as it was rather unkempt. She stood up before Kimberly heard a mention of Ryan, before a light went off in her head and she made a connection. "Ohh... right! Ryaaaan." She totally forgot about him.
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Regina crouched behind the front right wheel of her Ford Fiesta, making sure that it was as ready as it could be for the race later. This would be her first venture into rally racing into a long time, knowing full and well that she wasn't exactly the best at it. But then again, her driving skills improved massively since her last time, maybe this time she would be able to hold her own. The first practice run she made gave her a good feeling about her skills, knowing that she was actually way better than she had thought she would be. Which was good, but how good was the competition? Competition either made people look worse or made them actually way better. There was no gray area, you were either good or bad in those kinds of situations.
Before joining Ryan next to him, she saw a rather deep imprint a rock managed to make in the bodywork of the Fiesta. She dragged a gloved finger across it, even though it was nothing compared to the human touch, she could still feel it as if it were on her bare finger. She tutted slightly, before sighing and walking to wherever her teammate was. "They're fast alright, but RX for me is a little too... farfetched? Is that the right word? I don't know." Regina shrugged, grabbing another plastic chair and sitting down next to Ryan as she grabbed a NOS out of the cooler and took a good sized sip out of it. Monster always tasted gross to her, she was a much bigger proponent of NOS, appropriately named in the context Ryan and Regina were in.
"Ross and Kimberly? Ross is the Scottish dude... and Kimberly the girl with the guy?" Regina lost track of all these people Ryan knew, it was like every day he had a new friend from his past that he hadn't seen in forever. The Asian driver started to sip her drink once again, before hearing footsteps right outside where they were sitting. Were these the people Ryan geeking out about? When Regina's eyes finally regained focus, she saw the man and woman that were there that one day they raced at Yas Marina. It was definitely them. Yeah, definitely them. A tall brunette with the bluest eyes ever stepped in, and an even taller Scottish man stepped in as well - wait a minute, it was Ross! Ryan of course came up to greet him, and Regina waved to the both of them as she took a sip out of her drink.
Kimberly was next to hug the British racing driver, before he was allowed to elaborate on the race they have on hand. It was a run of the mill rally invitational, something straight out of DiRT. This was something Kimberly could easily manage to do, and with the competitiveness of racing with Ross, she was probably going to race like a bat straight out of hell. But there was a lot of talk between these two, and Kimberly was eager to find out what cars they were going to drive. Ever since last night, she was really wondering what kind of cars she would be able to get herself into. Fiestas like the ones she was standing next to? Group B cars? There were a lot of possibilities to wonder, and Kimberly was starting to get jittery. However, it was like a prayer was answered as Ryan finally got to the part where they were going to talk about what cars they were going to drive. As Kimberly received an invitation, she started following where Ryan and Ross went. Since Regina was left all by herself, she figured she would just follow them anyway.
As Kimberly walked down the paddock, she could see that this wasn't just some low-key event meant for the locals. This was something bigger with more things to do than just this. If she wanted to, she could dress up for tonight and really get something going tonight and have an absolute blast. As the Brunette stepped into the tent, she already saw which cars she would have her choice of using. This excited the geek in Kimberly, she already had a car in mind as Ryan listed off which cars she could use exactly. She wanted the Beemer, she wanted it bad. The Beemer was the only car she had actual experience driving in before. As the two lads bantered, Kimberly had a look of intense focus on her face as she calculated and weighed the pros and cons of each car. She made her ultimate final choice but kept it to herself. If Ross picked the choice she had then she had a good backup for that anyway. Either way she would be able to pick at least one car she would enjoy driving.
A big smile was immediately on Kimberly's face as Ross pulled her in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before she turned and kissed him on the lips. There was a smile on her face as she chuckled, snuggling up to her husband. "I think... I'll take the Beemer." Kimberly said, as she went over to the keyrack and pulled the keys to the BMW out. She walked over to it, before stopping and turning around. "Ah, I'm just kidding." Kimberly took the keys and chucked them to Ross, "I know how much you love your Beemers. I'll take the Fiat. Looks like a giant creamsicle." Kimberly commented, before pulling the keys off the keyrack once again and heading over to the car. The first thing she noticed when she opened the car was that there was a big paper ball in the seat. No idea why, but Kimberly just took it out, before shooting it into the trash can quite a distance away from the car. It landed perfectly into the can - that was Kimberly's basketball heritage in action.
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Ellie sat on the bench, eyes on her Galaxy S6 as she went through her social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, everything. She had on a pair of light wash short shorts, an Adidas track jacket on as well as a pair of Nike Air Maxes as she waited for her turn. A pair of aviators were also covering her eyes because she knew she was going to be in the air today. Packing was almost done anyway, so she took a little break to figure out why exactly her phone was blowing up. It was the run of the mill Twitter messages, texts, emails, and whatnot. Running a channel like hers required a lot of business inquiries, and even on an event like this there was no slowing down. Eventually Ellie put her phone away and finished packing up, taking her gear and putting it into an area where she could have it be safe.
"I'd love some shots." Ellie said, as she readjusted her hair and pulled her phone back out. Now she was just texting friends and family, telling them about how she was in the area and how she should check out what was going on there. She also let them know about their stunt. As Seb made a comment about how they weren't YouTube celebrities just, Ellie begged to disagree. "Compared to PewDiePie? Yeah. But we're rising stars in our own category, love." Ellie said, before looking back down at her phone. "We're gaining a few hundred every day anyway. Maybe with this we'll definitely skyrocket." The Scot giggled at her own little pun, before going back to her email to see when exactly it was show time.
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