@Dynamo Frokane Yes, yes, I already have two paragraphs underway, just need to add a bit more.
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Alexandria's face cracked into a grin as the woman who sat near her began excitedly talking about her and her car. She closed her eyes and nodded silently while she listened, and when the girl had finished Alexandria opened her eyes and began to speak in her usual calm and velvet tone. "That's right, sugar. Miss Alexandria Sturlson, driver of the Phoenix. Personally though, I like to think the car and I work together to get those wins. She puts in work, and takes all the beating I put her through. As for how many were made, I'm not surprised it was so few. The original Firebirds came out over a thousand years ago, and Pontiac has been out of business for a long time. It took a lot of money to build these new ones."
A slight sigh escaped her lips as she dropped her feet to the floor, scooting back in her seat and leaning forward, placing her elbows on her knees. "So you must be Moira, huh? How's the Viper doing? I was thinking of dropping one of those V-tens in my bird, but I ended up having something custom forged." Alexandria brought her hands down to the tin against her right hip, opening it and retrieving one of her self-rolled cigarettes, along with her book of matches. "Hope you don't mind a bit of smoke by the way."
After taking a match from the pack Alexandria returned the book to the container. She struck the head against her skirt to ignite it, bringing the unfiltered butt to her puckered lips. She inhaled slowly as the flame met the tobacco filled paper, drawing the smoke into her lungs. The match extinguished itself half down the stick, and Alexandria had no qualms about leaving the charred remains on the floor of the train car. Smoke poured from her nostrils as she exhaled through her nose, and a more relaxed look fell upon her face.
A slight sigh escaped her lips as she dropped her feet to the floor, scooting back in her seat and leaning forward, placing her elbows on her knees. "So you must be Moira, huh? How's the Viper doing? I was thinking of dropping one of those V-tens in my bird, but I ended up having something custom forged." Alexandria brought her hands down to the tin against her right hip, opening it and retrieving one of her self-rolled cigarettes, along with her book of matches. "Hope you don't mind a bit of smoke by the way."
After taking a match from the pack Alexandria returned the book to the container. She struck the head against her skirt to ignite it, bringing the unfiltered butt to her puckered lips. She inhaled slowly as the flame met the tobacco filled paper, drawing the smoke into her lungs. The match extinguished itself half down the stick, and Alexandria had no qualms about leaving the charred remains on the floor of the train car. Smoke poured from her nostrils as she exhaled through her nose, and a more relaxed look fell upon her face.
Sorry guys, busy week. I'll get a post out as A.B.A soon. Also, @Prince of Seraphs, you can forget about that idea I sent you. I don't think I'll have enough free time for a second character.
@Dynamo Frokane Well, since it's been up a couple days and you liked it, I'd say it came along well.
Alexandria sat upon a stool at the lobby's bar, sipping slowly on a cuba libre. A pre-race drink had always been a part of her routine and now was no time to change that. A loud slurping came from the bottom of the glass as the liquid struggled to enter the straw, and Alexandria pushed the drink aside. Slapping enough neo-credits on the counter to cover her drinks and a generous tip, she looked to the barkeep. "Keep the change, chum," Alexandria spoke, the words with a smoky tone to them. "I'll have much more where that came from after I win these races. Do cheer for me." she gave the man a wink as she stood and walked away from the bar.
Alexandria made her way to the restroom, in need of a mirror in order to ensure she looked good for the cameras. The door swung open near silently, and she soon faced herself in a wall of glass and reflective metal. Starting from the top, Alexandria adjusted the red band which held her hair up, making sure every strand lay where it should. She moved down to her cropped blue and white plaid button-down,fastened only with the second and third button, straightening it so as to not leave any creases. She brushed her denim skirt to do the same. Alexandria opened the tin which hung from her belt, checking that it was full of smokes for her race.
"Alright now, nothing to worry about," She stared at her face in the reflection in front of her as she talked aloud. "You've seen tons of races here, hell, you've even won a few. This is going to be a cakewalk. Now get out there and show them what that bird can do!" Alexandria smirked, turning and walking out of the restroom.
As she reentered the lobby, a voice came over the intercom calling the racers to the transport train which would take them to the track. "How fitting that they'd call me first. I'm honored, intercom," she laughed, making her way to the train. Her quick strides took her past another of the racers heading toward the transport, whom she looked back and blew a mocking kiss to. Not much further and she had reached the entrance, doors opening and allowing her to take a seat. She picked one not far from the door, slouching back and kicking her feet up across the aisle to the seats opposite her.
Alexandria made her way to the restroom, in need of a mirror in order to ensure she looked good for the cameras. The door swung open near silently, and she soon faced herself in a wall of glass and reflective metal. Starting from the top, Alexandria adjusted the red band which held her hair up, making sure every strand lay where it should. She moved down to her cropped blue and white plaid button-down,fastened only with the second and third button, straightening it so as to not leave any creases. She brushed her denim skirt to do the same. Alexandria opened the tin which hung from her belt, checking that it was full of smokes for her race.
"Alright now, nothing to worry about," She stared at her face in the reflection in front of her as she talked aloud. "You've seen tons of races here, hell, you've even won a few. This is going to be a cakewalk. Now get out there and show them what that bird can do!" Alexandria smirked, turning and walking out of the restroom.
As she reentered the lobby, a voice came over the intercom calling the racers to the transport train which would take them to the track. "How fitting that they'd call me first. I'm honored, intercom," she laughed, making her way to the train. Her quick strides took her past another of the racers heading toward the transport, whom she looked back and blew a mocking kiss to. Not much further and she had reached the entrance, doors opening and allowing her to take a seat. She picked one not far from the door, slouching back and kicking her feet up across the aisle to the seats opposite her.
I just can't stop watching poor Noh-face getting hit with all those feels.
Also, I'll probably write that shit back up at work today if it isn't too busy.
Also, I'll probably write that shit back up at work today if it isn't too busy.
Thank you for the support.
MFW my phone destroys my post.
Better is an objective term, and one I never used. Of course you're free to use whatever you want, it is your character after all. I am excited to see more vehicles without firepower though. Also, can't wait to see my character's track. I have changed her title to "The Rockabilly".
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