Monster Bash 2011

He narrowed his eyes, poking her with a thick finger in the sternum, before getting to the front row and leaning over the railing, try to see if he could find the Brujah he knew.

"Down in front was Shauna in her hand a set of binoculars she picking out Jim in the mess of bikes getting ready for the line up. She felt the presence of the big man and turned giving him and the red head with him a wave. With the looks between them right at that moment...they HAD to be together.

At the poke, she made a noise. And followed him to the railing.

He rolled his eyes at the sound, grunting at Shauna. Ignored the looks her groaning got. The railing vibrated with his silent rumbling growl.

She was laughing, since, obviously, it was a fake orgasm. But hey, she was in a good mood! She was leaning over the railing to see if she could recognize anybody on the bikes.

As one of the other riders leaned in to say something to Cass, her visor came up. It didn't seem like she said anything, but rather gave the guy a fairly quick appraisal and shook her head with a smirk before moving her bike over a bit more to the left. The visor went back down and she geared herself back up to go.

((waiting until all PC's racing are ready to go!))

Teddy Blue wrote:

"Naah, more like, be ready to move out of the way" came the cheerful giggle, though really, she didn't sound all that worried.

He laughed.

"Well, it's good t' know tha' I can run fast, if I need to."

Ren popped her helmet on and pulled up to the line.

He pointed a finger, "Ah tink dat ones 'er." he would likely stick out more than Ren did amongst the bikers amongst the crowd.

Jim moved into the position his seeding indicated he take. Given he was a noob at the motorcycle race scene, he found much assistance from some of the other riders as to where to go- this was a charity race, after all and who wants to be a schmuck at something like that? Once in place, he checked gauges and closed his eyes to feel the vibration of the Hellcat's engine as it idled.

His ride was not a crotch-rocket but it also wasn't a slow ass Harley either. It would do fine here though; his baby was a finely tuned machine with heart. Opening his eyes, he looked carefully at some of the other bikes nearby and noted the various shape each was in. Like the street racers back home and north, one could tell who was serious about their ride and who simply regarded their bike as little more than a tool or play-thing.

Running a gloved hand along the tank, he leaned back once to flex his shoulders and got ready for the Green...

Mathew St Hubert wrote:

He pointed a finger, "Ah tink dat ones 'er." he would likely stick out more than Ren did amongst the bikers amongst the crowd.

When he pointed, she lifted her arm to wave at Ren. She even cheered a little for her friend.

Shauna spied those on duty the EMS just in case and made her way down closer to the track. A flash of the badge and she was beyond the gate. She walked up to the men there chatting and a few second later was up on the hood of the Ambulance with a name tag on.

Volunteers always tended to take on other volunteers after all.

Johnathon Grant wrote:

Johnathon walked up to Jamie. "An entertaining diversion, is it not Mr. Alexander?"

He glanced up at the Anarch.

"Aye, it is."

Johnathon smiled and offered his hand. "I hope perhaps I could gain your forgiveness for my words the last time I saw you? Also, perhaps prevail upon you for a bit if information about just how this sporting event is to function?"

His brows rose.

"Now is nay th' time t' be botherin' me wi' official anythin', lad. An' for this sport, sit down, shut up an' just watch, geez."

He smiled. "It would have been unseemly not to at least say something upon seeing you." That said, he found a seat and sat down to in fact watch the event after donating about a thousand dollars into the fund for the children.

Teddy, never the one to be anything but welcoming when meeting new people (unless they were super creepy or otherwise disturbing of course), gave Johnathan a wave of her hand and a bright smile, having already taken a seat next to Jamie although in all fairness, she did look like she wasn't all that inclined to sit still.
Her hands on her knees and her feet tapping on the ground.
She would've probably have been more at home out on the track but, she didn't own a bike aaaand she was nowhere near good enough to race in this place. So she'd settled for watching for now.

"Burn some rubber already!" she called out.

He couldn't help it; he laughed.

"Ye are a wee bit impatient, aren't ye?"

Johnathon scratched his head and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment before he figured out what was meant by burning some rubber.

The pre-stage lights flashed. And then the three amber countdown began.

Cass revved her engine. Only a few seconds to the green. And when the green finally did light up, she pressed the gas hard and moved forward and directly in front of the driver next to her. Yeah, she was kind of being a dick.

Cass wasn't the only one. Ren managed to tap not one, but two front tires on her way off the line. Oops.

Ooh... Sweet. Cass grinned behind her visor-- had no idea it was Ren, mind you, she hadn't been paying attention up until then. But there was someone else who knew how to play. She gunned it toward the rider.

He frowned, tilting his head as he watched next to the Redhead, "Ya know, if dey gonna do dat, whah not juss punch de othahs? Seems mo'logical."

She shook her head at the big Gangrel.

"Because if they punch the other, then they'll lose their balance, fall off of their bikes, make a big mess."

"learn teh 'ave beddah balance den?"