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Post by Ember on Aug 12, 2009 20:25:54 GMT -5
Her hand went up to Logan's hand on her shoulder to touch it gently, her soft finger moving over the calluses and knuckles lightly before she took hold of his fingers to squeeze them back. Aideen's dark eyes had been trained on first the cars as they sped off and then the GPS projected on the screen. The Blue car was Mason's car, and she watched with a gnawing feeling in her stomach. She knew Catheld, better than most would expect her too. His nature was one she knew well, very similar to those in the Mossad and Class B S.H.I.E.L.D personnel strive to obtain. It was a succeed or die mentality that was virtually unbreakable.
Aideen's other hand took the fresh beer from the tray, her eyes never moving from the screen. Come on Mason, don't let him best you. The gasps and yells from the crowd were at the highest level yet when the GPS actually showed Mason's car what looked like it was on top of Catheld's. It took people a minute to get it, but Aideen knew right away. After all, she had been in the garage with Mason and TuneUP as they worked on the car.
Her cherry red lips moved into a smirk moved into a smirk and she raised her beer in good fortune towards the GPS projection. "That's how you do it right there," Aideen said with a twinkle of a sort in her dark chocolate eyes as her finger traced the rim of the beer glass in satisfaction. Though rarely one to go with the crowd, even Aideen was feeling the high spirits and felt herself relax a bit more and enjoy herself. She kept leaning against the stone hedge and watched the GPS raptly.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Aug 12, 2009 21:44:52 GMT -5
Catheld grit his teeth and punched the gas, seeing red at this point. No one beat him, not ever before and definitely not now. He owned the road, owned the streets. His hands moved rapidly over the wheels, spinning into a tight turn with screeching wheels and running several cars off the road. Catheld owned one of the most powerful cars in the entire Factory, and he knew how to used. They were on the crossing by Boston Harbor and he was gaining on the Camero. Weaving in an out of the cars, the two racers were head to head with each other, separating only to go around cars as they raced down the mapped road of the GPS. Catheld would win this, he knew it as did many others back at the Factory. Once they did a screeching turn off the crossing, Catheld put his skills into effect, getting ahead of Mason far enough and hitting the brakes and making his car spin, effectively cutting off Mason's way of getting around him and forcing him to pull back. At the right angle, he punched the gas again and surged ahead, gripping the wheel tight, eyes wild as a dark laugh escaped him as he cruised at close to top speed down the to the next crossing.
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Aug 12, 2009 22:18:37 GMT -5
Thankfully, Mason had better control of himself to keep himself in check. He used to not be but after years of racing and all his time in the school, he learned how to focus. Had it not been for his reflexes, he would have crashed his Camero right into the rail. Moving the car into reverse, he drove back to past the turn he missed earlier. Mason hit the gas and reeled in on the crossing, not holding back anymore and pushing his car as much as he could. Mason weaved through the cars expertly, everything seemed to be moving slower and he maneuvered around the fairly predictable drivers with astonishing ease. His eyes were on one target, and there was no longer such a distance between them as there once was. "Wanna play hardball then? Try this on for size." Mason drove straight until he was just a little bit ahead of the Aston Martin and moved the car on the side of a large delivery truck, timing it just right. At the right moment when he had the driver's attention, he moved his car to make it look like he would crash into him. The sound of the truck's horn was heard over his loud engine and Mason smirked as the driver quickly moved to the other lane, deterring Catheld enough for Mason to get a considerable lead.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 12, 2009 22:31:58 GMT -5
Leaning his back against the stone hedge, the light of the huge GPS projection reflecting off the wall behind him kept his face dark, until the match he lit flared golden before him. He re-lit his cigar and drew on it in long tugs, pulling the smoke into his lungs and not just savoring the flavor of the hand rolled Havana in his mouth.
A puff of smoky breath blew from between his lips to extinguish the smoldering wooden match and the sulfurous smell wafted in with the earthy tobacco of the Cuban cigar. A glance around the crowd, their faces lit from the light off of the wall behind him showed them all like a moving mosaic, fanatical fans and problem gamblers awash with the excitement of a new way to participate. Technology never did get Logan excited much. His way was to put his hands to something, or his back into it. Elbow grease over points and clicks and 'What the hell is an LOL?' he was often quoted at the school as saying, ever since the time he took a cell phone from one of the students mid text.
He didn't care one way or another but just for the fun of it all, and to be sociable, he had slipped a thousand dollar bet into the box. He knew it was a sure thing with Mason driving and figured it was almost unfair considering all the advantage their guy had, mutant fast reflexes and fearless from his invulnerability coupled with a car that was powered by an engine that used components dreamed up by a mutant mechanical savant.
TuneUp had tried to describe it to him but he couldn't be bothered to hear the minutia of how it worked, all he knew was that it used every bit of energy the engine produced as well as somehow making the spinning of the wheels themselves add to the stability and agility of the car. The kid had called it something like 'Reflexive technology' since it seemingly gave the car it's own rudimentary reflexes. He had said how Mason was going to have to learn how to work with it, like riding a wild stallion with a minuteman missile shooting out of it's ass. Turning around and catching the moves on the giant GPS he figured the Corsair Captain had gotten the hang of it.
"Kids got the moves." he said to Aideen pulling her close with an arm around her waist and letting his rough hand feel the soft skin of her belly. He was not at all worried and the emotion he was emitting was noticeably soothing to Tracy. He watched her as she stood by anxious over the race, and saw her turn and smile at him when she felt his calming emotions. "No worries Dollface, Mason's got this." he said gruffly to her with a wink. He heard what was being said behind them about his and Mason's girls asses and he decided to just ignore it for now. It was always best to collect your money before you start stomping guts out, least-wise that was what he had learned...and he had learned it the hard way. Tough to walk home an empty handed winner, so he held himself in check for now but he tightened his grip around Ember ever so.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Aug 13, 2009 0:58:21 GMT -5
"Son of a-" Catheld cursed and turned the car to wheel around the truck. It was too late though, Mason had the head start that was needed and they were barely three miles away from the Factory. His eyes narrowed and he wheeled off an early street, going off the GPS grid. He may not be able to catch up, but he would make sure that that guy never saw the gates again.
Catheld sped through the streets at top speed nearly avoiding several people on the streets. He took a shortcut and was timing it carefully. With the gain that Mason had on him, Catheld knew that he would cut him off, hit him right where it hurts. No one ever beat him and if they got close to it, he did everything in his power and made sure that they never saw the gates.
Hitting the gas, he surged down the street grinning wickedly as he saw Mason's Camero coming up fast. The speed bump ahead would give him the leverage he needed and he used it to his advantage. At top speed, he sored through the air, heading right into the Camero, that unless moved, would hit the electric barbed wire fence of the Factory. Catheld was giving it his all as well, and would willingly die before he let some newbie beat him on his streets.
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Aug 13, 2009 1:35:30 GMT -5
Mason's fast reflexes gave him the advantage, seeing the Aston Martin coming right at him. Keeping a cool head, he got himself ready. Just as the Aston Martin was heading at him, he spun the car to the side and hit the gas, giving it all its worth as the sound of screeching tires filled the air. It was like everything happened in slow motion. The wheels of the Aston Martin barely grazed the roof of the Camero. A look of cool confidence appeared on Mason's face, while the sound of a frustrated cry from above just barely registered in his mind. It all lasted only a couple of seconds but felt like at least an hour. Then Mason was hit with the reality of time and everything went as fast as he was used to it. He skidded right in front of the entrance to the gates as the Aston Martin hit the electric gate in an epic explosion of fire, billowing in the air for all to see. He drove right back in through the gates, actually cracking a grin as a crowd of people swarmed around his car cheering. Mason sat back in the seat and let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He hadn't felt a rush like that in a long time and his blood was pumping like never before. It wasn't until he got out of the car did he realize that he was now 24 grand richer.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Aug 13, 2009 20:49:16 GMT -5
With a snap of his fingers, several of Stones' crew ran out beyond the gate to see what happened to Catheld. Stones' himself wasn't all that worried, he'd swear that Catheld had more lives than a cat, but that didn't stop the evident surprise from showing on his face. Catheld was one of their best and craziest racers, and it was an extremely rare occasion for anyone to beat him. He watched the GPS as well as anyone, the gasps came not just from the crowd but also from the Clan when they say Catheld go off road to drive his car right into Mason's. Stones had to admit, it took some skilled driving to beat ol' Catheld and to get out of it all without a scratch to himself or his car.
Stones himself took the box that contained the twenty four grand and moved through the crowd easily. "I gotta say lad, I didn' think ya had it in ya. That was some fancy drivin' there. Ya earned it, an' me welcome ta come back anytime ya like," Stones said with a newfound look of respect in his eyes and shook Mason's hand firmly. He clapped the guy on the shoulder and raised his beer to the crowd. "An' we got a new winner ladies an' gents, let's hear it!" People cheered and others groaned as Crevan passed over them to hand those that took the risk to bet on an unknown racer. Those who were the high risk takers got paid possibly double of what they originally won, for all the money in the box must go and more people had their money on Catheld rather than Mason.
The race had the crowds' spirits raised, the music blasting loud and a sort of celebration going on. Billy was cheering like nothing, having had a couple of drinks and holding a roll of hundreds in his hand. "Get your congrats lad, an' you're welcome to join us in the main lounge. That be where we celebrate an' perhaps make a wee bit more money eh?" he said with a smile, moving aside.
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Aug 13, 2009 23:32:32 GMT -5
Squeezing her way into the crowd she was getting overpowered until out of frustration she started pulling some pressure point Aikido techniques on some people to get them to fold away from her path. She used the softest of touches she could to get their drunken attention and then when she got close and Mason was being swarmed on by a couple of bimbos, Tracy decided it was no more Mrs.NiceGuy. and grabbed harder until she got up to her man. Feeling her hair being pulled she turned around to see the bitch who she had just yanked away, standing there defiantly with a hand in her hair. Without hesitation Tracy stomped hard into the top of her foot with the heel of her shoe.
"Back Off you crazy Bitch! This is MY man." Tracy said, swept up and away in the emotions of the win along with all of the crowd, her power was starting to overpower her. As the girl let go of Tracy's hair and fell back into the crowd Mason's little lady turned and threw her arms around him like a lasso. "OH M'God!! MAaaSONNnn, You WON!!!" she squealed, her voice filled with excitement and relief and excitement yet again and some more. Pulling herself up to his lips, she kissed him and squeezed him so hard she thought her arms would pop out of their sockets.
She was super happy that he won the race and even happier that he was safe. She knew he wouldn't be hurt, but knowing it was one thing and just the human nature of being concerned for someone she loved was not an aspect of her heart that she could deny. She cared too deeply for her Knight with his golden eyes, skin of armor and shining bright smile. If anything ever happened to him she would ...she would...well, she was happy she would never have to deal with that... so back to the kiss she put the thoughts out of her mind and lost herself in the moment, and oh what a moment.
"Oh my god, That was incredible! I gotta say I was worried for you, but I knew you had it boo. Oh, my God it's good to hold you! WOW, great race whoa... now I see why you love this." The excitement of the crowd was working on her and her eyes had a wildness in them. Her lips quivered and she grinned. "This is exciting." She bit her bottom lip then to shut herself up. She felt almost drunk and she barely drank anything at all.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2009 0:49:39 GMT -5
The high screams of the crowd, the sounds of engines running was all bringing Aideen back to three years ago, a different life, and a different version of herself. The feeling of the area was the same, but the way she held herself and the company she kept added a whole new flavor to the mix. She knew Mason would win, and she was glad that it was done without a chance of him getting in a wreck. Now he got the money that he needed, and had a name made for himself in Boston, and he looked like he had a blast.
Julie came over to hand Logan a large wad of hundreds, winking at him and telling him there was a bit of something extra for the smart pickers. Aideen raised an elegant eyebrow, tapping the wad of money with her slender fingers. "Well look at that. Do you always take risks, or only bet on a sure thing?" Her dark eyes swirled with mischief and her lips parted as a teasing smirk took over her face when she met his eyes. The point of coming back home was to get away from the school for awhile, immerse themselves in a new life for awhile and most of all to relax together.
With a slight grin she kissed the corner of his lips and looked back at Mason and Tracy, both surrounded by a crowd bigger than the one around them. "Come on, Stones is gonna take them to the Club Room. We'll have better luck meeting them there than try and get to them here." Moving away from Logan just a little bit, she reached out and took his hand, lacing her fingers with his and smirking at him over her shoulder for a second. Leading him off the platform, they made their way through the crowd, Aideen more than once elbowing some jerk off that tried to get away with copping a feel in the tight crowd right in his crotch. Other times she may have not so subtly made a nearby cigarette singe a girl's hair that was getting far to close to Logan than she cared for.
The Club Lounge was much different than Stone's private lounge. It was brightly lit and looked less than some S&M club. There were card tables all over the place, a flat screen TV with plush leather couches surrounding it, dart boards, and large more classic looking wooden bar. Aideen smirked and turned around to look at Logan. "Everyone's allowed in this one, the folks are just as pleasant, just a little more competitive," she said sarcastically watching a guy across the room be thrown into the wall and beaten with a bar chair. "I may want in on a game of Rummy."
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Aug 14, 2009 17:35:35 GMT -5
A slight grin was on his face and he wrapped an arm around Tracy, keeping her close to his side. His girl was a tough one, though many didn't give her that credit. She may not have been a human weapon like Aideen, but she was still one tough broad. He held the box of all that money up in the air and the crowd cheered some more, drunk in the atmosphere of post race excitement. Tipping up Tracy's chin, he kissed her again, grinning against her lips and he handed her the box and moved over so she could get inside the car. Mason had shook enough people's hands and gotten enough slaps on the back, he was ready to meet back up with Aideen and Logan and take some time to wind down.
When Tracy slid over, he went in the front seat and closed the door, honking his horn and the crowd parted for them, still cheering. "I'm telling you Tracy girl, I haven't felt a rush like that in awhile. Some of that money I got is going into buying something for Sean. That kid's a damn godsend," Mason said letting out a breath of air as he drove the car back to a space next to an entrance Stones was standing next to and directing him where to park. He took the box from Tracy and opened it to take the thick wad of bills out.
After putting them in a money clip, he placed half the money on the inside pockets of his brown leather jacket behind his Glock and Colt Python. "C'mon doll we got some celebrating to do," Mason said with a slight grin. His blood was still pumping from the race and the adrenaline was still high in his system. He put one hand up to Tracy's face and pulled her forward, kissing those sweet lips hard. "Thanks for comin' along for the ride Doll." A full on grin was on his face, a grin that only she had ever got out of him or saw. Mason lived for racing and he just won a major one, he was in his element, away from the school and his duties and in a place he loved with the girl he loved. It was the most relaxed he had been in awhile, and it showed.
Keeping his hand on her face for just a moment longer, he took his keys out and got out of the car, moving on the other side to open the door for Tracy. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Mason walked her into the Main lounge where Stones had just ducked into. The lounge looked more like a typical lounge than the Private lounge. The grin he had a moment before was now a smirk as they walked up to Aideen and Logan. For a brief moment, he let go of his little lady and kissed Aideen on the cheek. "I owe you for this Fox, big time," he said with a wink. Mason was well aware that she had put up so he could come here and race. He knew better than most that it was tough coming back to a place you left behind. "So thought about what you all want for dinner tomorrow?" he said with a smirk and wrapped his arm back around Tracy's waist, his hand falling on the curve of her hip.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Aug 14, 2009 21:45:17 GMT -5
"What's this lass, he gets ta steal a wee kiss from ya an' not me?" Stones said coming up behind the exotic beauty, his fingers drummed her slim toned hip for a moment in an almost playful gesture, but in reality it was stealing a sweet touch from his favorite lass. "I gotta congratulate ya again Mason, ya did good. So ya know, yer always welcome here. Anyone that be good for business like what I saw a wee bit ago always has a place here." He clapped Mason on the shoulder again and gestured to the whole club lounge, where it was a bit more low class than his private room.
"Yer money be no good here. Drinks be on the house, an' feel free ta indulge in any o' the... activities ya see," he said looking around at the tables full of card players and the tables where various drugs were in the process of being sold and used. Pool tables were scattered across the large room and several fights were also in the process of occurring. At the far end of the room that opened into the garage was the dance floor, filled with people and the DJ here blasting music.
Stones looked over at the card tables where Conway was sitting in a game of Rummy. "Well ya folks go an' enjoy yerselves, ya go some celebratin' ta do." He grinned down at Aideen a finger on her arm as if he was tapping her but slightly traced down her arm over the leather of her jacket. "How 'bout ya come wit' me lass. Ya can be me good luck charm," Stones said with a smirk at that sexy defiant face of hers. He loved bringing it out of her, the quiet fieriness that built up and then came out in full form when pushed just enough. The way it came out, well that was the fun part.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 14, 2009 22:29:10 GMT -5
Smelling the lust and pheremones of their host was one thing, knowing it was because of his girl was another, but this guy was touchin his girl... and NOBODY touched his girl, nobody but him. He respected how the game was played, respected how this was Stones land, his territory to piss on and mark as his own, but Aideen was not a part of this place any longer and neither was she going to be coming back. So he was pissing where he oughtn'ta let his stream fly. This was an animal kind of thing now and Wolverine was not far removed from the animal he once was. In point of fact he liked to revisit that animal side and took any opportunity to do so.
"Warned ya, now I'm gonna havta make you understand. You must have brain cancer or sumthin' BUB!" Wolverine said through gritted teeth at Stones, stepping in close and punching him hard in the guts. He hit him in just such a way that his bowels would release and his knees would go buckle. A downward twisting way, but not with all of his might, not even a fraction of it really. He didn't want to kill the scumlord, just make his point about hands off and such. As the force of gravity took hold of Stones and pulled, Wolverine grabbed him and held him up, keeping him from hitting the floor, but there was little that could be done to stop his shorts from filling with shit. As the smell wafted up Logan grinned at the punk.
"That's what we call 'hands offa my girl 101'. Ya need more schoolin' boy?" He asked as he sat Stones down on a nearby barstool roughly, making sure to smear him around in his own ass pudding. "Sit here for a minute, and think on what just happened. Trust me ya don't want to make me mad....er." There was a look in Logans eyes, a look that Stones maybe had seen many years ago when he was a small time thug. Wolverine was sure the petty crimelord hadn't seen it in many years now though and even though he had grinned at the guy it was not a fun loving grin. There was no prank here, this was for real and the look in his eyes was fearlessness... there was nothing that Stones could do to him or his group, and he had just made it known.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Aug 14, 2009 22:57:28 GMT -5
The main bar lounge went silent at the altercation and in the next second, every man in the room, save for Billy who stood on the side smoking a cigar, drew their gun and pointed them right at Wolverine. They didn't know what the altercation was about, but everyman in that entire building would lay their life on the line for the man that was the reason they had the life that they did. He was responsible for their luxuries and they would never let anyone take it away from them.
Stones meanwhile was holding his stomach, still seeing stars and still shocked by what happened. No one ever had the galls to hit him in his own house. Stones was physically unable to speak, and when no one heard a word from the King of the Streets, guns were cocked. It was a lengthy silence for one moment, just waiting for the next move. Finally one hot headed young hood fired the first shot right at Wolverine's head.
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Post by Ember on Aug 14, 2009 23:16:37 GMT -5
From the moment the guns were out, Aideen was watching the hoods. She was trained for moments just like this, her mind taking in everyone around her and deducing the possibilities on who would make the first move. In a manner of seconds, her mind ruled out who it wouldn't be and looked quickly for her answer. Just before the hot headed pierced young man pulled the trigger, Aideen's training that was etched into every cell in her body went into effect. She full on tackled Logan to the floor at the right second and the shot missed him, hitting a mounted moose head on the wall and making it fall.
Just as other shots began firing at them, Aideen had her long daggers in her hand from her boots and she her arms were moving in an automatic motion that was programmed in her yet she moved with such a fluid motion that it seemed natural. Bullet deflection was a training that required eye training and motion training, and combined with her ninjitsu and gymnastics it was a fool proof combination. The dagger deflected most of the bullets, her body moving automatically and kept her from getting hit with bullets flying in every direction."Stones call them off. Now!" Aideen yelled to him keeping her eyes on the shooters as she moved at a rapid speed unlike anything anyone in that room, save for the few that had seen her do it, could fathom.
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Aug 14, 2009 23:38:16 GMT -5
Moving right along with Aideen, Mason pulled Tracy aside. "Get down Doll," he yelled and pulled out his pistols. Bullets hit him, but they did nothing more than bounce off his skin and on the ground. Dark gold eyes narrowed, he shot true to form. He wasn't aiming to kill, because he could have. It takes a good shooter to hit and kill his mark, but it takes a great shooter to hit and miss his mark's fatal point. One guy close to him shot Mason right in his head, succeeding only to piss Mason off. "C'mere hot shot," he growled and grabbed the guy to use as a shield. He kicked the gun out of the guy's hand, and held him as if he was nothing more than a Wooden post. Men all over the bar fell to the ground, clutching their shoulders or their legs. A couple of bullets hit the cocky young man he held firm in his grasp, but Mason moved them before it hit anywhere fatal. It was a taste of his own medicine. I love it when shit hits the fan.
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