The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
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The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Imperial Ink Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:35 am
Setting: Los Angeles, the famous city of 'Lost Angels'. It's elaborate roads and general size as a city is enough to leave anyone gawking at first glace. Of course it comes as no surprise that such a large city would have quite the problem with crime.
Various Gangs rule the city's underground societies, and they do it with lots of Noise and no fear, much to the dismay of the everyday cop.
When it comes down to 'who' actually owns the city, Gangs and their crews rev their engines in anticipation and prepare to tear up the track. Only the best of best street racing crews can own territory, turf and a reputation in a city of Lost Angels.
Sons Of Saints Crew Member list:
Racer: Mitch
Scout/Navigator: Seth
Drafter: Jax
Blocker: Gunner
Mechanic: Alexsei
Sponsor: Vincent
Various Gangs rule the city's underground societies, and they do it with lots of Noise and no fear, much to the dismay of the everyday cop.
When it comes down to 'who' actually owns the city, Gangs and their crews rev their engines in anticipation and prepare to tear up the track. Only the best of best street racing crews can own territory, turf and a reputation in a city of Lost Angels.
Sons Of Saints Crew Member list:
Racer: Mitch
Scout/Navigator: Seth
Drafter: Jax
Blocker: Gunner
Mechanic: Alexsei
Sponsor: Vincent
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Imperial Ink Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:38 am
((Here's My Characters 
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Name: Seth Larkspur
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Scout, Navigator, Prostitute
Description: Seth can be described in three very cliché words, Tall, Dark and handsome.
He is slim and has a very athletic build, though he is not overly muscular and is in actual fact rather short and petit.
He has midnight black hair which is usually cut short and then left to grow longer over his ears. Seth’s black hair contrasts beautifully against his luminously pale skin. Though despite all these factors the thing that makes Seth stand out the most is his mysterious violet eyes. They mirror his personality and often enhance the fact that he is emotionally unstable, unpredictable, manipulative, Proud and dangerously intelligent. Seth can be quite the flirt too.
Attire: Seth’s fashion style is a strange mixture of Emo, Visual Kei, Punk and Elizabethan Gothic styles. He also has a tiny heart-Shaped tattoo beneath his left eye.
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Name: Alexsei Valkonov
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mechanic
Description: Alexsei has an infamously cold attitude about him, he is rather antisocial and can often come across as blunt, Short tempered and rude. Though that does nothing to dull his skills as the one of the city’s best underground motor mechanics. His passion for building up engines from scratch is well established in the world of street Racing.
As for his physical appearance Alexsei can be described as muscular and athletic. He wears his blue/gray colored hair short but spiky and has a long fringe that often covers his right eye. As for his cold eyes, they are a piercing ultramarine aqua color.
Attire: Alexsei’s fashion has a clear rebellious urban look to it. He enjoys wearing thick hooded jackets, cargo pants and combat boots. He can nearly always be caught donning a few piercings.
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Name: Vincent (Vince)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sponsor
Description: Vincent may appear to be your typical business man, but his ‘Business’ is anything but legal. He knows every turn and curb of the underground societies and makes quite the profit off them.
Not much is really known about him, but he makes it his job to sponsor and manage the financial dealings of the Sons Of Saints crew.
Attire: Vince can only be found wearing dark sunglasses and a black suit.
))Name: Seth Larkspur
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Scout, Navigator, Prostitute
Description: Seth can be described in three very cliché words, Tall, Dark and handsome.
He is slim and has a very athletic build, though he is not overly muscular and is in actual fact rather short and petit.
He has midnight black hair which is usually cut short and then left to grow longer over his ears. Seth’s black hair contrasts beautifully against his luminously pale skin. Though despite all these factors the thing that makes Seth stand out the most is his mysterious violet eyes. They mirror his personality and often enhance the fact that he is emotionally unstable, unpredictable, manipulative, Proud and dangerously intelligent. Seth can be quite the flirt too.
Attire: Seth’s fashion style is a strange mixture of Emo, Visual Kei, Punk and Elizabethan Gothic styles. He also has a tiny heart-Shaped tattoo beneath his left eye.
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Name: Alexsei Valkonov
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mechanic
Description: Alexsei has an infamously cold attitude about him, he is rather antisocial and can often come across as blunt, Short tempered and rude. Though that does nothing to dull his skills as the one of the city’s best underground motor mechanics. His passion for building up engines from scratch is well established in the world of street Racing.
As for his physical appearance Alexsei can be described as muscular and athletic. He wears his blue/gray colored hair short but spiky and has a long fringe that often covers his right eye. As for his cold eyes, they are a piercing ultramarine aqua color.
Attire: Alexsei’s fashion has a clear rebellious urban look to it. He enjoys wearing thick hooded jackets, cargo pants and combat boots. He can nearly always be caught donning a few piercings.
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Name: Vincent (Vince)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sponsor
Description: Vincent may appear to be your typical business man, but his ‘Business’ is anything but legal. He knows every turn and curb of the underground societies and makes quite the profit off them.
Not much is really known about him, but he makes it his job to sponsor and manage the financial dealings of the Sons Of Saints crew.
Attire: Vince can only be found wearing dark sunglasses and a black suit.
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Polo trapped in an inkpot Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:50 am
Name: Mitch ‘Matches’ Reid
Age: 24 Years
Gender: Male
Gang: Sons Of Saints
Occupation: Racer / Arsonist
History: Mitch has no memory of his parents – not even a foggy dream, or a crumpled old photograph. His first memories are of the orphanage where he spent his childhood years, timid and alone. He was a different person back then – just a boy, shy and cowardly. The other children took advantage, forever bullying him and pushing him around. It became worse and worse, and by the time he turned twelve, he could take it no longer.
He ran away, then – and the next few months saw him living on the streets, surviving off petty crimes, until finally – his life started in earnest. He was found by the deadly gang, Sons of Saints. They took him in, and as the years went by, he rapidly climbed the ranks. He became known especially for his enthusiasm towards arson, his fierce loyalty towards the gang, and his complete lack of sympathy when faced by anybody considered an enemy. He gained the nickname ‘Matches’ through his tendency for arson, which led him to start a series of deadly fires which claimed a great many lives, and even more publicity – thus making Sons Of Saints the most dangerously regarded gang in the city.
This put Mitch right in the top ranks, on par with the other members constantly battling it out to become leader. He never bothered to involve himself in these scuffles – and in a way, it was this more than anything that gained the members’ respect, and they soon began to regard him as their leader without even realising it.
But of course, it was not to last…
Personality: Fiercely loyal. Unscrupulous. Violent. He tends to be quite dependent on others, yet his generally quiet ‘loner’ type attitude still makes others regard him as independent. He comes across as having loose morals – but in reality, his morals just differ hugely from the norm. He can be Hellishly stubborn in some situations, and relatively blasé in others. He is also quite easily influenced, and his entire personality can tend to fluctuate often due to his drug addiction.
Name: Gunner Jordan
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Occupation: Blocker
Description: A somewhat dim-witted fellow, Gunner is the strong, silent type. He does what he’s told, and follows orders without argument. Certainly more a follower than a leader, Gunner is in street racing for the money, and not the thrills – he never has much to say for himself, and does his job in a somewhat resigned, almost ‘bored’ fashion. Still, Gunner is a mountain of a man, and nothing can shake him. He’s not afraid to take risks, and he can deal a hell of a blow to the unfortunate racers who cross him.
He has a shaved head, and small, somewhat dull brown eyes.
Attire: Gunner usually wears a loose, slightly grubby white tank top, a pair of brown shorts, and a cap with some sort of advertisement on it.
Name: Jackson ‘Jax’ Turner
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Drafter
Description: Jax is a typical computer nerd type. He’s an infamous hacker in his free time – but with the Saints, Jax works as a drafter. He’s a bit of a coward, but a slimy scoundrel nonetheless, with little disregard for the rules. He has greasy black hair and glasses. Jax is quite tall, but he’s a scrawny fellow, with no muscle or fat to speak of.
Attire: Jax tends to wear jeans and various band T-shirts.
Age: 24 Years
Gender: Male
Gang: Sons Of Saints
Occupation: Racer / Arsonist
History: Mitch has no memory of his parents – not even a foggy dream, or a crumpled old photograph. His first memories are of the orphanage where he spent his childhood years, timid and alone. He was a different person back then – just a boy, shy and cowardly. The other children took advantage, forever bullying him and pushing him around. It became worse and worse, and by the time he turned twelve, he could take it no longer.
He ran away, then – and the next few months saw him living on the streets, surviving off petty crimes, until finally – his life started in earnest. He was found by the deadly gang, Sons of Saints. They took him in, and as the years went by, he rapidly climbed the ranks. He became known especially for his enthusiasm towards arson, his fierce loyalty towards the gang, and his complete lack of sympathy when faced by anybody considered an enemy. He gained the nickname ‘Matches’ through his tendency for arson, which led him to start a series of deadly fires which claimed a great many lives, and even more publicity – thus making Sons Of Saints the most dangerously regarded gang in the city.
This put Mitch right in the top ranks, on par with the other members constantly battling it out to become leader. He never bothered to involve himself in these scuffles – and in a way, it was this more than anything that gained the members’ respect, and they soon began to regard him as their leader without even realising it.
But of course, it was not to last…
Personality: Fiercely loyal. Unscrupulous. Violent. He tends to be quite dependent on others, yet his generally quiet ‘loner’ type attitude still makes others regard him as independent. He comes across as having loose morals – but in reality, his morals just differ hugely from the norm. He can be Hellishly stubborn in some situations, and relatively blasé in others. He is also quite easily influenced, and his entire personality can tend to fluctuate often due to his drug addiction.
Name: Gunner Jordan
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Occupation: Blocker
Description: A somewhat dim-witted fellow, Gunner is the strong, silent type. He does what he’s told, and follows orders without argument. Certainly more a follower than a leader, Gunner is in street racing for the money, and not the thrills – he never has much to say for himself, and does his job in a somewhat resigned, almost ‘bored’ fashion. Still, Gunner is a mountain of a man, and nothing can shake him. He’s not afraid to take risks, and he can deal a hell of a blow to the unfortunate racers who cross him.
He has a shaved head, and small, somewhat dull brown eyes.
Attire: Gunner usually wears a loose, slightly grubby white tank top, a pair of brown shorts, and a cap with some sort of advertisement on it.
Name: Jackson ‘Jax’ Turner
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Drafter
Description: Jax is a typical computer nerd type. He’s an infamous hacker in his free time – but with the Saints, Jax works as a drafter. He’s a bit of a coward, but a slimy scoundrel nonetheless, with little disregard for the rules. He has greasy black hair and glasses. Jax is quite tall, but he’s a scrawny fellow, with no muscle or fat to speak of.
Attire: Jax tends to wear jeans and various band T-shirts.
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Polo trapped in an inkpot Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:19 pm
The sounds or roaring engines and squealing tyres engulfed the scene as the race began. Mitch’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and he pressed the accelerated lower and lower to the floor, sending his red Mazda flying past the other cars as they slowed for the first turn. Mitch had his eyes locked on the taillights of the lime green Audi in front of him, and he was following it like a shadow. The car belonged to his Scout, Zane, whose voice chirped endlessly at him from the speaker in his ear.
“Shortcut through a park, coming up on the left!” Zane called, and then he swerved off suddenly – leaving Mitch to curse, slam on brakes, and juggle the steering wheel – trying to get his skidding car back under control through the squeal of tyres and the hiss of burning rubber.
“Whoa!” Zane called, “Sorry mate, didn’t realize you were going so fast! Guess you coulda used more warning.”
“D’you think?” Mitch snarled under his breath, standing flat on the accelerator as he heard his opponents drawing away swiftly on the road.
It was a bumpy ride through the park, and Mitch took out a bench on his way, but eventually he came flying back onto the road, falling in just behind the leaders.
As the race went on, he gradually picked his way up the list, and by the time they reached the canyon, it was just him and Zane out in front.
“Pull back, now.” Mitch instructed into his radio, “I’m finishing this.”
“No way, man!” Zane laughed, “I’m in the zone! I’m gonna kick your ass this time!”
Mitch clenched his jaw angrily, grinding his jaw, and telling himself not to do anything rash. He stepped on the accelerated, but Zane swerved in front and cut him off, causing Mitch to skid right out to the side of the track, dangerously close to the face of a sheer cliff.
That’s it!
With an angry growl, Mitch floored the pedal, and sent his car rushing forward, until it slammed right into the back of Zane’s Audi.
He heard his scout curse, then scream as the car spun out of control, slid, and finally toppled off the edge of the cliff.
Mitch struggled to get his own car back on track, and three other racers had passed him by the time he managed.
But it was the final leg of the race, and Mitch did not intend to lose.
Glaring straight ahead of him, he reached out and hit the red button beside his gear shift, activating his NOS and causing his car to surge ahead of the others again – speeding along like a bright red blur to cross the finish line in a cloud of smoke which, now he thought of it, was probably not a good sign.
He had probably totalled another car… Vincent would be pissed. Then again, Mitch didn’t really give a flying f*ck what Vince thought.
“Shortcut through a park, coming up on the left!” Zane called, and then he swerved off suddenly – leaving Mitch to curse, slam on brakes, and juggle the steering wheel – trying to get his skidding car back under control through the squeal of tyres and the hiss of burning rubber.
“Whoa!” Zane called, “Sorry mate, didn’t realize you were going so fast! Guess you coulda used more warning.”
“D’you think?” Mitch snarled under his breath, standing flat on the accelerator as he heard his opponents drawing away swiftly on the road.
It was a bumpy ride through the park, and Mitch took out a bench on his way, but eventually he came flying back onto the road, falling in just behind the leaders.
As the race went on, he gradually picked his way up the list, and by the time they reached the canyon, it was just him and Zane out in front.
“Pull back, now.” Mitch instructed into his radio, “I’m finishing this.”
“No way, man!” Zane laughed, “I’m in the zone! I’m gonna kick your ass this time!”
Mitch clenched his jaw angrily, grinding his jaw, and telling himself not to do anything rash. He stepped on the accelerated, but Zane swerved in front and cut him off, causing Mitch to skid right out to the side of the track, dangerously close to the face of a sheer cliff.
That’s it!
With an angry growl, Mitch floored the pedal, and sent his car rushing forward, until it slammed right into the back of Zane’s Audi.
He heard his scout curse, then scream as the car spun out of control, slid, and finally toppled off the edge of the cliff.
Mitch struggled to get his own car back on track, and three other racers had passed him by the time he managed.
But it was the final leg of the race, and Mitch did not intend to lose.
Glaring straight ahead of him, he reached out and hit the red button beside his gear shift, activating his NOS and causing his car to surge ahead of the others again – speeding along like a bright red blur to cross the finish line in a cloud of smoke which, now he thought of it, was probably not a good sign.
He had probably totalled another car… Vincent would be pissed. Then again, Mitch didn’t really give a flying f*ck what Vince thought.
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Imperial Ink Sat Jul 07, 2012 7:45 am
(Sorry about this post being so boring and Pointless…I must get my head in gear XD )
Vincent traced a finger around the lip of his champagne glass as he and a few other sponsors watched the illegal race from atop the canyon.
Vince had been working with the Sons Of Saints crew for the past five years and so far they had proved to be a rather satisfactory investment.
The only issue the sponsor seemed to have was with the top racer of this crew; Mitch.
Vince had observed Mitch over the past few years. The man was a rash and brutish figure with little to no moral codes as far as Vince could see. Though that wasn’t the problem Vince had with Mitch, No the problem he had was with the Guy’s rather inconvenient tendency to put his fellow crew members out of commission for good if they dared to piss him off.
Vince was losing money over Mitch’s little accidents and nothing pissed the sponsor off more than losing money. In his opinion Money was the source of everything.
Vince turned his gaze back towards the track, tracing the course with his dull eyes as the cars ripped around the canyon in their final lap. The precarious turns and cliff edges where enough to send any car home in pieces. Vince eyed Mitch’s red Mazda and Zane’s neon green Audi with interest as they pulled into first place. Things seemed to be going well at first, though within a matter seconds that all changed very quickly as Zane’s car swerved dangerously in front of Mitch before crashing through the feeble railing and over the cliff’s edge.
Vince hadn’t seen what had happened exactly due to the badly lit roads, but a sickening feeling of anger led him to think that this was another one of Mitch’s stunts.
A while later a brilliant bright flare, signaling the end of the race was shot into the air. Vincent allowed a subtle smirk of triumph to taint his lips as the results of the race were announced over his radio….Third place; Derrick Mace….Second place; Luna Drew….First Place; Mitch Reid.
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About 4 Hours Later at an old church located at the city edge, was the Sons Of Saints ‘Safehouse’
Outside the church waiting in a flawless black BMW was Vincent. He was dressed up in his usual dark business suit and donning a pair of signature aviator sunglasses; which he occasionally adjusted as he patiently waited for Mitch and the rest of the crew to arrive.
From his facial expression one could see that he was rather pissed off about what had happened earlier on the track.
Vincent traced a finger around the lip of his champagne glass as he and a few other sponsors watched the illegal race from atop the canyon.
Vince had been working with the Sons Of Saints crew for the past five years and so far they had proved to be a rather satisfactory investment.
The only issue the sponsor seemed to have was with the top racer of this crew; Mitch.
Vince had observed Mitch over the past few years. The man was a rash and brutish figure with little to no moral codes as far as Vince could see. Though that wasn’t the problem Vince had with Mitch, No the problem he had was with the Guy’s rather inconvenient tendency to put his fellow crew members out of commission for good if they dared to piss him off.
Vince was losing money over Mitch’s little accidents and nothing pissed the sponsor off more than losing money. In his opinion Money was the source of everything.
Vince turned his gaze back towards the track, tracing the course with his dull eyes as the cars ripped around the canyon in their final lap. The precarious turns and cliff edges where enough to send any car home in pieces. Vince eyed Mitch’s red Mazda and Zane’s neon green Audi with interest as they pulled into first place. Things seemed to be going well at first, though within a matter seconds that all changed very quickly as Zane’s car swerved dangerously in front of Mitch before crashing through the feeble railing and over the cliff’s edge.
Vince hadn’t seen what had happened exactly due to the badly lit roads, but a sickening feeling of anger led him to think that this was another one of Mitch’s stunts.
A while later a brilliant bright flare, signaling the end of the race was shot into the air. Vincent allowed a subtle smirk of triumph to taint his lips as the results of the race were announced over his radio….Third place; Derrick Mace….Second place; Luna Drew….First Place; Mitch Reid.
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About 4 Hours Later at an old church located at the city edge, was the Sons Of Saints ‘Safehouse’
Outside the church waiting in a flawless black BMW was Vincent. He was dressed up in his usual dark business suit and donning a pair of signature aviator sunglasses; which he occasionally adjusted as he patiently waited for Mitch and the rest of the crew to arrive.
From his facial expression one could see that he was rather pissed off about what had happened earlier on the track.
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Polo trapped in an inkpot Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:01 am
After his win, Mitch took a little joyride to the nearest bar in a 'borrowed' car, and got utterly sloshed with a few of his fans. One of the more confident ones asked Mitch for some racing tips, but instead he ended up having a shot glass broken in his mouth, and an imprint of Mitch's fist in the side of his face.
This shut the others up, but it also got Mitch kicked out of the bar. He would have gone back in and torched the place, but unfortunately they had thrown him out the back, and in his drunken stupor, he couldn't find his way back in.
It took nearly three hours for Mitch to heave himself drunkenly into the white Fiat he had borrowed - though to be fair, he'd spent most of the time passed out in an alleyway.
He made his way back to the SOS safehouse within an hour, and remarkably, both he and the little car were still in one piece when he arrived.
"Daddy's home, bitches!" He exclaimed cockily, leaping out of the car with arms wide spread, and a grin on his face.
He swayed drunkenly for a moment, then saw Vince waiting for him, and slapped on his serious face.
He left the Fiat with its front door open, and walked over to the black BMW in what he thought was a confident swagger - though it was really more of a drunken stagger.
"Beer?" He asked with a grin as he arrived at the door, holding out the (now empty) bottle that he had been holding.
This shut the others up, but it also got Mitch kicked out of the bar. He would have gone back in and torched the place, but unfortunately they had thrown him out the back, and in his drunken stupor, he couldn't find his way back in.
It took nearly three hours for Mitch to heave himself drunkenly into the white Fiat he had borrowed - though to be fair, he'd spent most of the time passed out in an alleyway.
He made his way back to the SOS safehouse within an hour, and remarkably, both he and the little car were still in one piece when he arrived.
"Daddy's home, bitches!" He exclaimed cockily, leaping out of the car with arms wide spread, and a grin on his face.
He swayed drunkenly for a moment, then saw Vince waiting for him, and slapped on his serious face.
He left the Fiat with its front door open, and walked over to the black BMW in what he thought was a confident swagger - though it was really more of a drunken stagger.
"Beer?" He asked with a grin as he arrived at the door, holding out the (now empty) bottle that he had been holding.
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Imperial Ink Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:54 pm
Vincent wasn’t impressed with Mitch’s drunken state, in fact if anything it pissed him off even more than the fact that he had written off his Zane’s Audi earlier.
“No thanks…” he stated with begrudging politeness as he unlocked the BMW’s door, getting out and standing his full height before Mitch.
Vince was quite tall and his overly clean suited-up look gave him a good amount of intimidation, though he highly doubted that that sort of thing would work with Mitch.
“You caused quite the scene on the track…another accident of yours I suppose. What do you intend to do about that?” Vince murmured in cool annoyance.
“Your costing me money you know…It’s becoming quite the bad habit. You know how much I HATE losing money…I have no intention of letting you have your way this time round” Vince stated coldly, though his tone held no threat surprisingly.
Vince gave a quick look over Mitch’s swaying drunken form before casually walking over towards the back door of the BMW. Without saying a word he opened the back door of the BMW and from the midnight black car emerged a boy around 20 years of age.
The boy was rather short for his age, but held a handsome face, complemented with sharp mysterious violet eyes. His gestures and movements seemed sly and cat-like as he stretched casually out of the car before standing next to Vince in a rather bored manner. “I really thought you were going to take me some where a little more classy than this Vince, this place is dump…”. The boy suddenly took note the sharp stench of alcohol wafting from Mitch. “Woah… this guy looks completely wasted Vince, is he a supposed to be client or something? I really don’t like F*cking drunk guys you know…I mean that literally just so you know”
Vince rolled his eyes is disbelief, before addressing Mitch once again, “Mitch this is Seth, He’s your new scout and navigator…Seth this is Mitch he’s responsible for you as of today.”
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Sun Jul 08, 2012 4:11 pm
Mitch patiently ignored Vince's speech - staring into the distance, and scratching his head absentmindedly. He had heard it all the first time, and he hadn't cared then, so he didn't see why he should care now. And if he didn't have to care, why should he listen?
With this logic, Mitch shrugged off all of his sponsor's complaints - until Vince said something that was of interest to him.
"...I have no intention of letting you have your way this time round.”
He raised an eyebrow at this, wondering if Vince really thought he could control him, and dropped his empty beer bottle casually onto the ground when a man perhaps a few years younger than him stepped out of the BMW. Mitch considered him thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side.
What the hell was this?
He narrowed his eyes at this 'Seth', taking an instant disliking to him. Until, that is, Seth opened his mouth.
"I really don’t like F*cking drunk guys you know…I mean that literally just so you know. ”
At this, Mitch threw back his head, and roared with laughter.
"Praise the lord, Vince!" He exclaimed with a grin, "You've finally brought me something amusing."
He smirked at Seth a moment, then, ignoring Vince completely now, said, "So, you're my new navigator, huh? Just so you know, if you f*ck with my racing - I'll treat you as an opponent." He shrugged, then brushed past Seth, patting him sarcastically on the shoulder.
"Oh, and..." He paused and glanced back, "I don't like f*cking any guys, unless they express a distinct desire not to be f*cked." He winked, "So you're okay, buddy. For now."
He uttered a bark of laughter, then turned on his heel and strutted back to the Fiat - totally unaware that Seth was supposed to be accompanying him.
With this logic, Mitch shrugged off all of his sponsor's complaints - until Vince said something that was of interest to him.
"...I have no intention of letting you have your way this time round.”
He raised an eyebrow at this, wondering if Vince really thought he could control him, and dropped his empty beer bottle casually onto the ground when a man perhaps a few years younger than him stepped out of the BMW. Mitch considered him thoughtfully, head tilted slightly to one side.
What the hell was this?
He narrowed his eyes at this 'Seth', taking an instant disliking to him. Until, that is, Seth opened his mouth.
"I really don’t like F*cking drunk guys you know…I mean that literally just so you know. ”
At this, Mitch threw back his head, and roared with laughter.
"Praise the lord, Vince!" He exclaimed with a grin, "You've finally brought me something amusing."
He smirked at Seth a moment, then, ignoring Vince completely now, said, "So, you're my new navigator, huh? Just so you know, if you f*ck with my racing - I'll treat you as an opponent." He shrugged, then brushed past Seth, patting him sarcastically on the shoulder.
"Oh, and..." He paused and glanced back, "I don't like f*cking any guys, unless they express a distinct desire not to be f*cked." He winked, "So you're okay, buddy. For now."
He uttered a bark of laughter, then turned on his heel and strutted back to the Fiat - totally unaware that Seth was supposed to be accompanying him.
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Re: The Fast And The Furious (INKERZ and POLO) ((Mature Content))
Imperial Ink Mon Jul 09, 2012 3:20 pm
"So, you're my new navigator, huh? Just so you know, if you f*ck with my racing - I'll treat you as an opponent… Oh, and... I don't like f*cking any guys, unless they express a distinct desire not to be f*cked. So you're okay, buddy. For now "
Seth allowed a sly smirk to pull onto his features at Mitch’s sarcastic and cocky words. “Who said that I didn’t want to be F*cked” he added casually before turning to Vince. “I take it that this church building is the Safehouse you were talking about earlier then?...Can I assume that my bags, clothes and other sh*t has already been taken to my room?” He gave Vince an accusing glare before pouting and changing his tone to a sulky and slightly demanding pitch, “If not then I’m gonna need some money because I might have been robbed”
Vince rolled his eyes in annoyance, “You know that you stuff is already here…time is money which I don’t have, I’ll be checking up on you two soon again”
With that said Vince climbed back into his Black BMW and drove away rather hastily.
Seth pulled a rather confused expression, then shrugged casually before jogging over to Mitch’s Fiat.
The black haired boy didn’t wait for an invitation as he opened the passenger’s door and climbed into the Fiat, sitting a little too close for comfort next to Mitch.His manner of sitting was a little strange and abnormally polite and stiff.
Seth purposely stared at Mitch for a few long minutes before finally deciding to say something, “So where are you going?”
Seth allowed a sly smirk to pull onto his features at Mitch’s sarcastic and cocky words. “Who said that I didn’t want to be F*cked” he added casually before turning to Vince. “I take it that this church building is the Safehouse you were talking about earlier then?...Can I assume that my bags, clothes and other sh*t has already been taken to my room?” He gave Vince an accusing glare before pouting and changing his tone to a sulky and slightly demanding pitch, “If not then I’m gonna need some money because I might have been robbed”
Vince rolled his eyes in annoyance, “You know that you stuff is already here…time is money which I don’t have, I’ll be checking up on you two soon again”
With that said Vince climbed back into his Black BMW and drove away rather hastily.
Seth pulled a rather confused expression, then shrugged casually before jogging over to Mitch’s Fiat.
The black haired boy didn’t wait for an invitation as he opened the passenger’s door and climbed into the Fiat, sitting a little too close for comfort next to Mitch.His manner of sitting was a little strange and abnormally polite and stiff.
Seth purposely stared at Mitch for a few long minutes before finally deciding to say something, “So where are you going?”
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Mon Jul 09, 2012 3:41 pm
"Dude, why the f*ck are you in my car?" Mitch asked irritably, glaring at Seth, who had been staring amiably at him for quite some time. “So where are you going?”
"Are you retarded or something?" Mitch asked, sounding more curious than insulting. "I was making a dramatic-" He paused to hiccup drunkenly, then finished, "Exit. You weren't supposed to follow."
He scowled at Seth a while longer, then added, "I have to go home now." He spoke slowly, raising his voice slightly, as though speaking to a half deaf person, "And you're not coming with me, so get out." He nodded toward the door. "Get-" Another hiccup interrupted him, "-out."
He glared at Seth a while longer, and when the man didn't move, Mitch just shrugged, and got out of the car, pausing a moment to watch Seth.
"Stay in the car, then. I'm getting out anyway." He said in a somewhat superior fashion, throwing open the driver side door, and stepping out.
"I guess you'll be bunking out in Zane's room. If you want to know where that is, ask somebody who gives a f*ck, Mmmkay Shrimpy?"
He flashed a stupid grin, winked at Seth, then turned on his heel and walked off toward his own little apartment.
Little did he know, Zane's room had already been converted into an office for Vince.
He was blissfully unaware of the fact that this strange young man was supposed to be bunking with him. And oddly amusing as this 'Seth' character was, Mitch didn't share sh*t.
"Are you retarded or something?" Mitch asked, sounding more curious than insulting. "I was making a dramatic-" He paused to hiccup drunkenly, then finished, "Exit. You weren't supposed to follow."
He scowled at Seth a while longer, then added, "I have to go home now." He spoke slowly, raising his voice slightly, as though speaking to a half deaf person, "And you're not coming with me, so get out." He nodded toward the door. "Get-" Another hiccup interrupted him, "-out."
He glared at Seth a while longer, and when the man didn't move, Mitch just shrugged, and got out of the car, pausing a moment to watch Seth.
"Stay in the car, then. I'm getting out anyway." He said in a somewhat superior fashion, throwing open the driver side door, and stepping out.
"I guess you'll be bunking out in Zane's room. If you want to know where that is, ask somebody who gives a f*ck, Mmmkay Shrimpy?"
He flashed a stupid grin, winked at Seth, then turned on his heel and walked off toward his own little apartment.
Little did he know, Zane's room had already been converted into an office for Vince.
He was blissfully unaware of the fact that this strange young man was supposed to be bunking with him. And oddly amusing as this 'Seth' character was, Mitch didn't share sh*t.
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Imperial Ink Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:26 pm
Seth wrinkled his nose in disgust at the nickname ‘Shrimpy’. He threw Mitch a rather evil and menacing smirk in retaliation, but gained no reaction as the not-so-very sober man swaggered out of the car and headed for the entrance of the small neglected looking church.
Seth sighed in annoyed disappointment and remained in the car for a moments longer before growing bored. The boy stretched a little before climbing out of the fiat and examining the ‘Shrimpy’ vehicle. He pulled out a spare key Vince had given him to his new room and examined the tiny metal object with false interest before running the key along the fiat’s door, scratching the paint off out of spite.
This activity kept the boy busy for a good hour and a half and when he was done he examined his work rather proudly. The huge letters spelling out the word ‘Shrimpy’ had been carved across the car’s door.
Seth doubted that Mitch would do much about it, but then again perhaps the guy would take the bait and start playing his game.
The boy yawned sleepily as headed towards the church. Once inside he lounged lazily on one of the dusty church benches.
Seth sighed in annoyed disappointment and remained in the car for a moments longer before growing bored. The boy stretched a little before climbing out of the fiat and examining the ‘Shrimpy’ vehicle. He pulled out a spare key Vince had given him to his new room and examined the tiny metal object with false interest before running the key along the fiat’s door, scratching the paint off out of spite.
This activity kept the boy busy for a good hour and a half and when he was done he examined his work rather proudly. The huge letters spelling out the word ‘Shrimpy’ had been carved across the car’s door.
Seth doubted that Mitch would do much about it, but then again perhaps the guy would take the bait and start playing his game.
The boy yawned sleepily as headed towards the church. Once inside he lounged lazily on one of the dusty church benches.
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:50 pm
Mitch woke up late the next morning, and by the time he had showered, dressed and stepped outside - he was still feeling slightly head-sore and groggy from the mild hangover that had accosted him the moment he woke.
His mood was far from excellent.
As he stepped out of his room into an old crypt, then climbed the stairs to arrive in the overgrown, crumbling graveyard surrounding the church. The white Fiat was still there where he'd left it, but something seemed different...
Frowning, Mitch approached the car.
When he got closer, he saw the word 'Shrimpy' scratched viciously into the white paint.
Mitch raised his eyebrows in surprise, unsure whether to be furious, or impressed. Nobody really dared to cross him...
He had to hand it to this 'Seth'... He had a set of balls on him.
Still - he had to be put in his place. Mitch had to admit, he found the man rather entertaining - he was certainly more interesting than most - but nobody, repeat, nobody f*cked with Mitch and got off easy.
Smirking to himself, Mitch pulled out the key to the Fiat, unlocked it quietly, and started the engine.
He grabbed a brick off the ground, and placed it on the accelerator. Then, grinning evilly, he made sure the car was aimed at the bench Seth was sleeping on, and released the handbrake.
The little Fiat flew forwards, engine roaring viciously, and passed just a hair's breadth from Seth's bench - crashing into the church wall behind with such force that the entire front of the car buckled completely, and the already crumbling wall shook free a few more heavy stones.
The Fiat smoked violently for a moment, flames flickering from its damaged engine, and Mitch grinned and covered his ears.
A moment later, the car exploded with a sound like thunder, flames leaping up all around, and the old church groaned and shook from the sound. Birds took flight all around, and Mitch, still grinning, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to Seth, "I can play with keys, too!"
He sauntered over to the bench, and offered a rough hand to help Seth up.
"Come." He said gruffly, "If you're awake now; let's take a walk. I want to see about getting a new car from that bloody Russian f*ckhead we call a mechanic. He should have a couple in that garage of his."
His mood was far from excellent.
As he stepped out of his room into an old crypt, then climbed the stairs to arrive in the overgrown, crumbling graveyard surrounding the church. The white Fiat was still there where he'd left it, but something seemed different...
Frowning, Mitch approached the car.
When he got closer, he saw the word 'Shrimpy' scratched viciously into the white paint.
Mitch raised his eyebrows in surprise, unsure whether to be furious, or impressed. Nobody really dared to cross him...
He had to hand it to this 'Seth'... He had a set of balls on him.
Still - he had to be put in his place. Mitch had to admit, he found the man rather entertaining - he was certainly more interesting than most - but nobody, repeat, nobody f*cked with Mitch and got off easy.
Smirking to himself, Mitch pulled out the key to the Fiat, unlocked it quietly, and started the engine.
He grabbed a brick off the ground, and placed it on the accelerator. Then, grinning evilly, he made sure the car was aimed at the bench Seth was sleeping on, and released the handbrake.
The little Fiat flew forwards, engine roaring viciously, and passed just a hair's breadth from Seth's bench - crashing into the church wall behind with such force that the entire front of the car buckled completely, and the already crumbling wall shook free a few more heavy stones.
The Fiat smoked violently for a moment, flames flickering from its damaged engine, and Mitch grinned and covered his ears.
A moment later, the car exploded with a sound like thunder, flames leaping up all around, and the old church groaned and shook from the sound. Birds took flight all around, and Mitch, still grinning, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to Seth, "I can play with keys, too!"
He sauntered over to the bench, and offered a rough hand to help Seth up.
"Come." He said gruffly, "If you're awake now; let's take a walk. I want to see about getting a new car from that bloody Russian f*ckhead we call a mechanic. He should have a couple in that garage of his."
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Imperial Ink Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:51 pm
Seth awoke with jolt as the Fiat crashed into the church wall not more than three meters away from where he had been peacefully sleeping. “What the Hell?!” he shouted groggily. His heartbeat in his throat at the sudden shock of almost getting run over by car in his sleep.
Seth made the mistake of automatically sitting up and within the following few seconds he paid for that. The smoking Fiat suddenly burst into flames as it exploded, sending a rain of shrapnel in every direction. Seth ducked back down and covered his face in an attempt to protect himself.
A few seconds later the boy caught Mitch’s voice calling after him mockingly, “I can play with keys, too!”
Seth slowly uncovered his face and sat up from his ducked down position only to come face to face with Mitch’s scruffy looking face and an outstretched hand.
The boy quirked an eyebrow in confusion, then gave Mitch a sly Smirk, “You actually scared me for a moment, not many people get that right…I do say that was well played” he added coyly as Mitch pulled him onto his feet.
Seth was still a bit shaky, but he obeyed Mitch’s command and followed him to the garage.
The ‘Garage’ consisted of a few car garages and a workshop all located in the open courtyard part of the Church, a few wrecked and banged up cars were parked outside, while the main workshop was centered inside the building with a few steel ramps outside it’s doors for easy car access.
Seth hadn’t met any of the other members of the crew, though he figured them all to be a bunch of rowdy gangsters much like Mitch.
The two men entered the workshop and much to Seth’s amazement the place was pretty revamped unlike its crumbling exterior. The place was ripped with the best equipment for building up cars and working on engines, in the background Seth could recognize some heavy rock music blasting from a nearby stereo.
Seth skipped over towards an orange and black ford that had its hood propped open. He was about to touch it when a rough Russian voice scolded him. “HEY YOU!, Don’t touch the cars!”
The man to whom the voice belonged to appeared out from behind a red Mercedes. He was relatively tall compared to Seth and held an abnormally cold attitude about him that was extremely threatening.
Seth pouted sulkily before hiding behind Mitch.
Alexsei looked as though he were in one of his usual pissy moods and didn’t bother addressing Mitch as he continued to tinker and work on the engine of the Mercedes.
“What the hell have you done with my cars now, you primitive ape?” he asked over his shoulder in annoyance, murmuring something in Russian as he tinkered and worked.
Seth made the mistake of automatically sitting up and within the following few seconds he paid for that. The smoking Fiat suddenly burst into flames as it exploded, sending a rain of shrapnel in every direction. Seth ducked back down and covered his face in an attempt to protect himself.
A few seconds later the boy caught Mitch’s voice calling after him mockingly, “I can play with keys, too!”
Seth slowly uncovered his face and sat up from his ducked down position only to come face to face with Mitch’s scruffy looking face and an outstretched hand.
The boy quirked an eyebrow in confusion, then gave Mitch a sly Smirk, “You actually scared me for a moment, not many people get that right…I do say that was well played” he added coyly as Mitch pulled him onto his feet.
Seth was still a bit shaky, but he obeyed Mitch’s command and followed him to the garage.
The ‘Garage’ consisted of a few car garages and a workshop all located in the open courtyard part of the Church, a few wrecked and banged up cars were parked outside, while the main workshop was centered inside the building with a few steel ramps outside it’s doors for easy car access.
Seth hadn’t met any of the other members of the crew, though he figured them all to be a bunch of rowdy gangsters much like Mitch.
The two men entered the workshop and much to Seth’s amazement the place was pretty revamped unlike its crumbling exterior. The place was ripped with the best equipment for building up cars and working on engines, in the background Seth could recognize some heavy rock music blasting from a nearby stereo.
Seth skipped over towards an orange and black ford that had its hood propped open. He was about to touch it when a rough Russian voice scolded him. “HEY YOU!, Don’t touch the cars!”
The man to whom the voice belonged to appeared out from behind a red Mercedes. He was relatively tall compared to Seth and held an abnormally cold attitude about him that was extremely threatening.
Seth pouted sulkily before hiding behind Mitch.
Alexsei looked as though he were in one of his usual pissy moods and didn’t bother addressing Mitch as he continued to tinker and work on the engine of the Mercedes.
“What the hell have you done with my cars now, you primitive ape?” he asked over his shoulder in annoyance, murmuring something in Russian as he tinkered and worked.
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:12 pm
"Heh." Mitch chuckled in response to Seth's congratulations, "All in a day's work, my friend."
He smirked at the younger man - looking rather pleased with himself - then fell into step beside Seth to the garage.
When they reached the garage, Mitch automatically started scowling at Alexsei, leaving Seth to have a look around the area. Soon enough, however, Alexsei poked his hot Russian head out and started yelling, and Seth retreated to hide behind Mitch.
Mitch disregarded this, and began pacing around the warehouse, studying the cars carefully.
“What the hell have you done with my cars now, you primitive ape?”
"Oh, go f*ck a moose, you Russian f*ck." Mitch retorted, sounding rather bored and unconcerned. He wasn't angry, because he saw no point in fighting with Alexsei - since he knew he did need him, and other than that, he didn't give a crap about him.
He did, however, need a car.
"What've you got for me?" He asked, "I liked that Mazda. Pity, really, that it got so buggered up." He glanced around, rubbing his scruffy goatee thoughtfully.
"D'you have another Mazda like that? Preferably with better acceleration..." He trailed off, beginning to pace around and examine the cars thoughtfully.
He was all business, now. As it turned out, Mitch actually could behave in a dignified fashion when he needed to.
He smirked at the younger man - looking rather pleased with himself - then fell into step beside Seth to the garage.
When they reached the garage, Mitch automatically started scowling at Alexsei, leaving Seth to have a look around the area. Soon enough, however, Alexsei poked his hot Russian head out and started yelling, and Seth retreated to hide behind Mitch.
Mitch disregarded this, and began pacing around the warehouse, studying the cars carefully.
“What the hell have you done with my cars now, you primitive ape?”
"Oh, go f*ck a moose, you Russian f*ck." Mitch retorted, sounding rather bored and unconcerned. He wasn't angry, because he saw no point in fighting with Alexsei - since he knew he did need him, and other than that, he didn't give a crap about him.
He did, however, need a car.
"What've you got for me?" He asked, "I liked that Mazda. Pity, really, that it got so buggered up." He glanced around, rubbing his scruffy goatee thoughtfully.
"D'you have another Mazda like that? Preferably with better acceleration..." He trailed off, beginning to pace around and examine the cars thoughtfully.
He was all business, now. As it turned out, Mitch actually could behave in a dignified fashion when he needed to.
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Imperial Ink Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:07 pm
"What've you got for me?... I liked that Mazda. Pity, really, that it got so buggered up… D'you have another Mazda like that? Preferably with better acceleration"
The Russian sighed agitatedly at Mitch’s words. He put his tools down and faced the two men that had dared to enter ‘His’ workshop. His icy gaze and cruel eyes met Mitch’s and it became clear that the two men shared an immense hatred for each other.
“That Mazda was pretty F*cked up thanks to you…your driving is atrocious.” Alexsei stated apathetically before walking towards a door that led directly to the storage unit.
“If it’s for the race that’s coming up I might have something in storage that you can use…it’s durable at least” he growled in his heavily accented voice as he unlocked the door and led Mitch and Seth into the room.
Seth blinked in surprise at the number of cars that the massive room held. His violet eyes sparkled with interest as he took in the expensive quality of the polished up cars, they all looked like something out of one of those fancy car shows he had often been to with his clients.
The boy watched Mitch curiously out of the corner of his eye as Alexsei led them towards a car that was hidden beneath a grey cover.
They stopped before it and Alexsei’s pale hands immediately set to work uncovering it. “This should be enough for you…Just so you know, I’ll rip out your eyes if you destroy it” he growled threateningly as he revealed a polished two toned black and silver Ford Mustang GT.
The car’s body had been build up, modified and held a classically painted design consisting of two silver pin-stripes running down the centre of the car’s hood.
Seth stepped out from behind Mitch and stared challengingly at Alexsei for a moment before open his mouth to speak, “The Mustang certainly is a pretty looking car…but how well does it run?”
Alexsei threw one of his coldest glares at Seth before barking a reply, “I built that engine from scratch you cocky brat!…you won’t find anything better than a Valkonov engine... If I had to make a comparison, it would be like giving a Lion’s heart to a lamb. That Mustang is an excellent muscle car with an engine to match it.”
Alexsei tossed the keys towards Mitch, “Take it and get the f*ck out before I change my mind”
The Russian sighed agitatedly at Mitch’s words. He put his tools down and faced the two men that had dared to enter ‘His’ workshop. His icy gaze and cruel eyes met Mitch’s and it became clear that the two men shared an immense hatred for each other.
“That Mazda was pretty F*cked up thanks to you…your driving is atrocious.” Alexsei stated apathetically before walking towards a door that led directly to the storage unit.
“If it’s for the race that’s coming up I might have something in storage that you can use…it’s durable at least” he growled in his heavily accented voice as he unlocked the door and led Mitch and Seth into the room.
Seth blinked in surprise at the number of cars that the massive room held. His violet eyes sparkled with interest as he took in the expensive quality of the polished up cars, they all looked like something out of one of those fancy car shows he had often been to with his clients.
The boy watched Mitch curiously out of the corner of his eye as Alexsei led them towards a car that was hidden beneath a grey cover.
They stopped before it and Alexsei’s pale hands immediately set to work uncovering it. “This should be enough for you…Just so you know, I’ll rip out your eyes if you destroy it” he growled threateningly as he revealed a polished two toned black and silver Ford Mustang GT.
The car’s body had been build up, modified and held a classically painted design consisting of two silver pin-stripes running down the centre of the car’s hood.
Seth stepped out from behind Mitch and stared challengingly at Alexsei for a moment before open his mouth to speak, “The Mustang certainly is a pretty looking car…but how well does it run?”
Alexsei threw one of his coldest glares at Seth before barking a reply, “I built that engine from scratch you cocky brat!…you won’t find anything better than a Valkonov engine... If I had to make a comparison, it would be like giving a Lion’s heart to a lamb. That Mustang is an excellent muscle car with an engine to match it.”
Alexsei tossed the keys towards Mitch, “Take it and get the f*ck out before I change my mind”
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:27 pm
"It's not my driving that's atrocious." Mitch retorted sulkily, "It's my f*cking crew."
He shrugged then, and followed Alexsei to the storage room - curiosity piqued by the form of a sleek muscle car under a grey cover. Alexsei led him over to it, and he watched greedily as the cover was whipped off.
"Oooooh!" He cooed, letting out an appreciative whistle. "She is a sexy bitch, ain't she?"
He began walking around the car, trailing his fingers over the glossy paint.
"Nice..." He muttered, "Very nice."
Alexsei's threats went straight over his head - and he ignored the conversation that the other man was having with Seth. Mitch had got what he needed from Alexsei now, after all. He didn't need to pay attention any more.
Once he'd examined the car, he popped the hood, and gave another whistle at the sight of the engine.
Alexsei may have been a stupid tool, but he was f*cking good at what he did.
He smiled as he caught the keys, and replied with a grin, "With pleasure. Seth!"
He turned toward his little 'helper' as he barked his name, and jerked his head toward the car.
"Let's ride."
He swung into the driver's seat, started the engine, then accelerated - and listened to it rev with a sound like thunder. It was music to his ears.
He shrugged then, and followed Alexsei to the storage room - curiosity piqued by the form of a sleek muscle car under a grey cover. Alexsei led him over to it, and he watched greedily as the cover was whipped off.
"Oooooh!" He cooed, letting out an appreciative whistle. "She is a sexy bitch, ain't she?"
He began walking around the car, trailing his fingers over the glossy paint.
"Nice..." He muttered, "Very nice."
Alexsei's threats went straight over his head - and he ignored the conversation that the other man was having with Seth. Mitch had got what he needed from Alexsei now, after all. He didn't need to pay attention any more.
Once he'd examined the car, he popped the hood, and gave another whistle at the sight of the engine.
Alexsei may have been a stupid tool, but he was f*cking good at what he did.
He smiled as he caught the keys, and replied with a grin, "With pleasure. Seth!"
He turned toward his little 'helper' as he barked his name, and jerked his head toward the car.
"Let's ride."
He swung into the driver's seat, started the engine, then accelerated - and listened to it rev with a sound like thunder. It was music to his ears.
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Imperial Ink Tue Jul 10, 2012 3:15 pm
Seth gave Alexsei a final teasing glare before blowing the Russian an invisible kiss and sending him off with a flirtatious wink.
Alexsei pulled his nose up in disgust as a reaction, but didn’t really do much other than disappearing back into the sanctum of his workshop, cursing loudly in Russian as he did so.
The black haired boy heard Mitch call him and in turn focused his attention on the magnificent machine Mitch was eagerly revving. The engine bellowed like beast beneath the hood and Seth couldn’t help but smirk at the idea of riding in such a badass car.
He padded casually over to the passenger’s door, opened it and slid politely into his seat.
“So where are we off to?” he asked curiously whist examining his perfectly painted black nails.
“By the way can I crank up the music?...I have a hard on for ‘System Of A Down’ Music?” he added with the utmost politeness.
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Tue Jul 10, 2012 3:38 pm
Mitch cast Seth a sideways glance at his rather crude way of speaking, and stared at him a while. Seth smiled politely back, and after a moment, Mitch just threw his head back and laughed.
God help me, I like this little bugger.
"Who doesn't man?" He replied, cranking up the music as instructed, "Who the f*ck doesn't?"
He chuckled again to himself, shaking his head in amusement. This guy really was a straight shooter. Maybe that was why Mitch found himself instinctively drawn to him. He usually didn't like people at first, but damn it all, Seth amused him.
"As for where we're going," He went on, reversing out of the garage, and spinning the car around in a squeal of rubber, "We're going to get your ride, so you can show me what you're made of before my next... Oh, let's call it a race." He smirked cockily, "Even though those other bastards will be lucky to keep up enough to eat my dust."
With a bark of laughter, he pulled onto the road, and sent his new car revving powerfully forward - a grin of enjoyment on his face.
God help me, I like this little bugger.
"Who doesn't man?" He replied, cranking up the music as instructed, "Who the f*ck doesn't?"
He chuckled again to himself, shaking his head in amusement. This guy really was a straight shooter. Maybe that was why Mitch found himself instinctively drawn to him. He usually didn't like people at first, but damn it all, Seth amused him.
"As for where we're going," He went on, reversing out of the garage, and spinning the car around in a squeal of rubber, "We're going to get your ride, so you can show me what you're made of before my next... Oh, let's call it a race." He smirked cockily, "Even though those other bastards will be lucky to keep up enough to eat my dust."
With a bark of laughter, he pulled onto the road, and sent his new car revving powerfully forward - a grin of enjoyment on his face.
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Seth allowed a cheerful smile to taint his features as Mitch cranked up the rebellious hard-rock music on the car’s custom built stereo, sending waves of electric music echoing behind them as Mitch reversed out of the garage and into the streets of the City.
"As for where we're going, We're going to get your ride, so you can show me what you're made of before my next... Oh, let's call it a race. Even though those other bastards will be lucky to keep up enough to eat my dust " the man stated cockily.
Seth looked blankly at Mitch for a few seconds before cheerfully replying in his abnormally well mannered tone of voice. “Oh so Vince Didn’t tell you then?... I should probably let you know that I don’t own a car”
The black haired boy watched Mitch curiously for a few seconds, almost waiting for a reaction before continuing to speak, “I was never taught to drive...so I never really needed one” he added factually, sounding a bit like a know-it-all nerd.
Seth’s violet eyes held a slyness to them that was almost evil despite his ‘innocent appearance’
“Don’t worry too much though, I have no intention of disappointing you or your crew…I’m what you call an on-hand navigator and scout” he purred slyly, “I know every shortcut and crevice of this city, like the back of my hand” he added with a dark sense of reassurance while giving his perfect nails another inspection.
"As for where we're going, We're going to get your ride, so you can show me what you're made of before my next... Oh, let's call it a race. Even though those other bastards will be lucky to keep up enough to eat my dust " the man stated cockily.
Seth looked blankly at Mitch for a few seconds before cheerfully replying in his abnormally well mannered tone of voice. “Oh so Vince Didn’t tell you then?... I should probably let you know that I don’t own a car”
The black haired boy watched Mitch curiously for a few seconds, almost waiting for a reaction before continuing to speak, “I was never taught to drive...so I never really needed one” he added factually, sounding a bit like a know-it-all nerd.
Seth’s violet eyes held a slyness to them that was almost evil despite his ‘innocent appearance’
“Don’t worry too much though, I have no intention of disappointing you or your crew…I’m what you call an on-hand navigator and scout” he purred slyly, “I know every shortcut and crevice of this city, like the back of my hand” he added with a dark sense of reassurance while giving his perfect nails another inspection.
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:26 pm
“Oh so Vince Didn’t tell you then?... I should probably let you know that I don’t own a car.”
At this, Mitch turned to stare at Seth, not even caring that his eyes weren't on the road.
When he heard a car hoot, he glanced back in front of him - then shrugged irritably, and pulled over, stopping at the side of the road, and turning to stare at Seth with one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.
“I was never taught to drive...so I never really needed one."
Mitch narrowed his eyes, irritated by Seth's cockiness despite the fact that he couldn't drive. To Mitch, that made Seth inferior.
He looked down at the younger man, and suddenly found that he seemed somewhat boring.
“Don’t worry too much though, I have no intention of disappointing you or your crew…I’m what you call an on-hand navigator and scout. I know every shortcut and crevice of this city, like the back of my hand.”
"Call me crazy," Mitch snarled in response, "But I just don't see how the f*ck I'm supposed to follow you if you're not in the race! What the f*ck was Vince thinking, anyway? Hiring such a useless motherf*cking scout! Can't even drive! F*ck... No offense." He added coolly to Seth, his irritably smug voice clearly showing that he thought Seth should take offense.
At this, Mitch turned to stare at Seth, not even caring that his eyes weren't on the road.
When he heard a car hoot, he glanced back in front of him - then shrugged irritably, and pulled over, stopping at the side of the road, and turning to stare at Seth with one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.
“I was never taught to drive...so I never really needed one."
Mitch narrowed his eyes, irritated by Seth's cockiness despite the fact that he couldn't drive. To Mitch, that made Seth inferior.
He looked down at the younger man, and suddenly found that he seemed somewhat boring.
“Don’t worry too much though, I have no intention of disappointing you or your crew…I’m what you call an on-hand navigator and scout. I know every shortcut and crevice of this city, like the back of my hand.”
"Call me crazy," Mitch snarled in response, "But I just don't see how the f*ck I'm supposed to follow you if you're not in the race! What the f*ck was Vince thinking, anyway? Hiring such a useless motherf*cking scout! Can't even drive! F*ck... No offense." He added coolly to Seth, his irritably smug voice clearly showing that he thought Seth should take offense.
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Imperial Ink Wed Jul 11, 2012 8:25 am
(Lets hope that Seth doesn't tick Mitch off even more XD)
Seth cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully for a moment. Right now he needed to figure out a way to sell himself and his skills as a Scout to Mitch and quickly; otherwise he would no doubtably receive a one way pink-slip to the curb.
The boy dropped his smug tone of voice and took up a serious business like tone as he addressed Mitch, “Look, your previous Scouts didn’t do you any good did they?... and they could all drive…hell they probably even got in the way of your driving am I correct?” Seth stated factually before continuing to speak in a more casual tone, “If what everyone says about your driving is true, with your skills you probably don’t even need a scout…Right?”
Seth gave Mitch a curious glance before quickly continuing, “That being the case you’d have nothing to lose even if I was to ‘hypothetically’ be your scout?”
The black-haired boy allowed a smirk to taint his features as he gazed at the man challengingly, “Why don’t you just see what I can do?...at least I won’t get in your way like the others did” he suggested with a playful expression before stretching his arms is a relaxed fashion.
“Of course if you’re seriously that afraid that you’ll lose without a proper scout, you can always phone Vince and replace me?” Seth added cheekily.
“The normal method for Scout work doesn’t work well; it’s an old conformist method that just pisses the hell out of everyone racing…”
Seth bobbed his head rhythmically to the hard-rock music for a moment before speaking once again, “Why don’t we make a deal?...If you win the next race with me as your Scout, I get to stay and get you a nice big bag of Cocaine?…If you don’t win the race, you can kill me.” He stated with a seriously strange sense of cheerfulness. His unpredictable violet eyes held something utterly confident in them.
“So are you up for the game?...”
Seth cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully for a moment. Right now he needed to figure out a way to sell himself and his skills as a Scout to Mitch and quickly; otherwise he would no doubtably receive a one way pink-slip to the curb.
The boy dropped his smug tone of voice and took up a serious business like tone as he addressed Mitch, “Look, your previous Scouts didn’t do you any good did they?... and they could all drive…hell they probably even got in the way of your driving am I correct?” Seth stated factually before continuing to speak in a more casual tone, “If what everyone says about your driving is true, with your skills you probably don’t even need a scout…Right?”
Seth gave Mitch a curious glance before quickly continuing, “That being the case you’d have nothing to lose even if I was to ‘hypothetically’ be your scout?”
The black-haired boy allowed a smirk to taint his features as he gazed at the man challengingly, “Why don’t you just see what I can do?...at least I won’t get in your way like the others did” he suggested with a playful expression before stretching his arms is a relaxed fashion.
“Of course if you’re seriously that afraid that you’ll lose without a proper scout, you can always phone Vince and replace me?” Seth added cheekily.
“The normal method for Scout work doesn’t work well; it’s an old conformist method that just pisses the hell out of everyone racing…”
Seth bobbed his head rhythmically to the hard-rock music for a moment before speaking once again, “Why don’t we make a deal?...If you win the next race with me as your Scout, I get to stay and get you a nice big bag of Cocaine?…If you don’t win the race, you can kill me.” He stated with a seriously strange sense of cheerfulness. His unpredictable violet eyes held something utterly confident in them.
“So are you up for the game?...”
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Wed Jul 11, 2012 11:26 am
Mitch narrowed his eyes as Seth began to defend himself. At first Mitch didn't want to listen - but when he realized that what Seth said made sense, he resolved to be quiet, and hear the man out. He leaned back in his seat, arms folded, and listened with one eyebrow raised, and a foot tapping impatiently.
It was true that his previous scouts were always in his way - and now Seth mentioned it, perhaps it would be better if he didn't have a scout on the road.
Still - he simply couldn't come to terms with the idea of racing with a passenger! It was disgusting.
Mitch began to grow bored, but just as he was about to tell Seth 'No thank you', the man said something that dragged him right back in.
“Of course if you’re seriously that afraid that you’ll lose without a proper scout, you can always phone Vince and replace me?”
"I could win with an ape as a scout!" He shot back, snarling viciously. His eyes flashed dangerously with aggression for a moment - but Seth's relaxation was contagious, and after a moment, Mitch began to calm down again.
“The normal method for Scout work doesn’t work well; it’s an old conformist method that just pisses the hell out of everyone racing…”
"True, but I'm still not a f*cking cab driver, man! I'm a racer. I don't take no f*cking passengers!"
“Why don’t we make a deal?...If you win the next race with me as your Scout, I get to stay and get you a nice big bag of Cocaine?…If you don’t win the race, you can kill me.”
These words actually left Mitch speechless, and for a long time he just stared at Seth in disbelief.
F*ck.
This guy had just gotten interesting again.
He wasn't even sure how Seth knew he was crackhead, but he didn't intend to deny it. It was no secret after all.
"You realize I could lose the race on purpose?" He asked threateningly, raising an eyebrow coolly, "Ah, to Hell with it. Either way I win." He smirked slightly, and offered a hand to Seth. "I'm in. But I f*cking swear to you man - if you embarrass me, I'll rip off your balls and feed them to you."
He mirrored Seth's cheerful expression, though in the sarcastic curve of his lips, his amusement was plain to see.
How the Hell was that shrimpy little bugger so confident when he couldn't even drive?
There was just something about him that Mitch found so f*cking entertaining!
It was true that his previous scouts were always in his way - and now Seth mentioned it, perhaps it would be better if he didn't have a scout on the road.
Still - he simply couldn't come to terms with the idea of racing with a passenger! It was disgusting.
Mitch began to grow bored, but just as he was about to tell Seth 'No thank you', the man said something that dragged him right back in.
“Of course if you’re seriously that afraid that you’ll lose without a proper scout, you can always phone Vince and replace me?”
"I could win with an ape as a scout!" He shot back, snarling viciously. His eyes flashed dangerously with aggression for a moment - but Seth's relaxation was contagious, and after a moment, Mitch began to calm down again.
“The normal method for Scout work doesn’t work well; it’s an old conformist method that just pisses the hell out of everyone racing…”
"True, but I'm still not a f*cking cab driver, man! I'm a racer. I don't take no f*cking passengers!"
“Why don’t we make a deal?...If you win the next race with me as your Scout, I get to stay and get you a nice big bag of Cocaine?…If you don’t win the race, you can kill me.”
These words actually left Mitch speechless, and for a long time he just stared at Seth in disbelief.
F*ck.
This guy had just gotten interesting again.
He wasn't even sure how Seth knew he was crackhead, but he didn't intend to deny it. It was no secret after all.
"You realize I could lose the race on purpose?" He asked threateningly, raising an eyebrow coolly, "Ah, to Hell with it. Either way I win." He smirked slightly, and offered a hand to Seth. "I'm in. But I f*cking swear to you man - if you embarrass me, I'll rip off your balls and feed them to you."
He mirrored Seth's cheerful expression, though in the sarcastic curve of his lips, his amusement was plain to see.
How the Hell was that shrimpy little bugger so confident when he couldn't even drive?
There was just something about him that Mitch found so f*cking entertaining!
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Imperial Ink Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:07 am
Seth’s eyes narrowed triumphantly at Mitch’s moment of brief speechlessness. He had achieved the reaction he had wanted and now had the man’s attention. He was safe…For now at least.
The black haired boy had gotten most of his information on Mitch from Vince’s private files; which he had ‘accidentally’ borrowed before getting dumped with the Sons of Saints crew. The files had at least given Seth a brief back-story of his new partner and had so far saved his ass from getting dumped onto the street.
Mitch seemed to sense Seth’s cocky attitude emerging and spoke with a threatening yet cool tone, placing the boy back under his complete control, "You realize I could lose the race on purpose?...
Seth stared at him with false innocence as he nodded thoughtfully, answering with a simple and elegant tone “I know…”
This seemed to entertain Mitch and Seth took note of the rather intimidating smirk that had slapped across the man’s cruel features. “Ah, to Hell with it. Either way I win… I'm in. But I f*cking swear to you man - if you embarrass me, I'll rip off your balls and feed them to you."
Seth laughed at this, the tiny black heart tattoo beneath his left eye twitched as his mouth pulled into a cheeky smirk. “Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way” he added confidently as he ignored the sickening sense of fear that left lead at the pit of his stomach.
“So whens the next race then?...I’m ready to show you my stuff” he questioned almost sulkily as he searched for a something in his black jacket’s pocket. A moment later he whipped out something that looked very much like one of those PSP (Playstation Portable) things. He smirked curiously at Mitch, “It’s still pretty early in the morning…why don’t we do a little practicing before the cops wake up?”
Seth turned his gaze towards the window to check the darkened sky, “I’ll treat you to breakfast afterwards…and when I say breakfast, I mean we go out drinking and get laid...so how about it?...theres nothing quite like sex in the morning” Seth added casually.
((Seth is so...um... crude might be the right word XD))
The black haired boy had gotten most of his information on Mitch from Vince’s private files; which he had ‘accidentally’ borrowed before getting dumped with the Sons of Saints crew. The files had at least given Seth a brief back-story of his new partner and had so far saved his ass from getting dumped onto the street.
Mitch seemed to sense Seth’s cocky attitude emerging and spoke with a threatening yet cool tone, placing the boy back under his complete control, "You realize I could lose the race on purpose?...
Seth stared at him with false innocence as he nodded thoughtfully, answering with a simple and elegant tone “I know…”
This seemed to entertain Mitch and Seth took note of the rather intimidating smirk that had slapped across the man’s cruel features. “Ah, to Hell with it. Either way I win… I'm in. But I f*cking swear to you man - if you embarrass me, I'll rip off your balls and feed them to you."
Seth laughed at this, the tiny black heart tattoo beneath his left eye twitched as his mouth pulled into a cheeky smirk. “Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way” he added confidently as he ignored the sickening sense of fear that left lead at the pit of his stomach.
“So whens the next race then?...I’m ready to show you my stuff” he questioned almost sulkily as he searched for a something in his black jacket’s pocket. A moment later he whipped out something that looked very much like one of those PSP (Playstation Portable) things. He smirked curiously at Mitch, “It’s still pretty early in the morning…why don’t we do a little practicing before the cops wake up?”
Seth turned his gaze towards the window to check the darkened sky, “I’ll treat you to breakfast afterwards…and when I say breakfast, I mean we go out drinking and get laid...so how about it?...theres nothing quite like sex in the morning” Seth added casually.
((Seth is so...um... crude might be the right word XD))
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Polo trapped in an inkpot Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:05 pm
"Tomorrow night." Mitch answered simply when Seth asked when the next race was. He checked his rear view mirror, and pulled back onto the road, starting to drive aimlessly as Seth went on speaking.
“It’s still pretty early in the morning…why don’t we do a little practicing before the cops wake up?”
He cast Seth a brief glance, and found that the other man was staring casually out of the window.
"I’ll treat you to breakfast afterwards…and when I say breakfast, I mean we go out drinking and get laid...so how about it?...theres nothing quite like sex in the morning."
At this, Mitch uttered a bark of laughter, a grin instantly spreading across his face.
"I like your attitude, Seth." He announced, casting the other man a sideways glance.
"Show me what you're made of, then. Lead me to the nearest bar."
He pulled up at a red robot, and revved the Mustang's powerful engine to emphasize his point.
"I happen to know just exactly how long it takes me to get there using my usual route, so come on... Let's see what you got."
He raised an eyebrow, and glanced toward Seth with a dark grin as the light finally turned green.
"Go."
“It’s still pretty early in the morning…why don’t we do a little practicing before the cops wake up?”
He cast Seth a brief glance, and found that the other man was staring casually out of the window.
"I’ll treat you to breakfast afterwards…and when I say breakfast, I mean we go out drinking and get laid...so how about it?...theres nothing quite like sex in the morning."
At this, Mitch uttered a bark of laughter, a grin instantly spreading across his face.
"I like your attitude, Seth." He announced, casting the other man a sideways glance.
"Show me what you're made of, then. Lead me to the nearest bar."
He pulled up at a red robot, and revved the Mustang's powerful engine to emphasize his point.
"I happen to know just exactly how long it takes me to get there using my usual route, so come on... Let's see what you got."
He raised an eyebrow, and glanced toward Seth with a dark grin as the light finally turned green.
"Go."
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“I like your attitude, Seth…Show me what you're made of, then. Lead me to the nearest bar."
"I happen to know just exactly how long it takes me to get there using my usual route, so come on... Let's see what you got." Mitch grinned darkly as he revved the engine of the black Mustang to emphasize his point.
The aggressive sound of the car’s engine seemed echo and vibrate against the walls of the sleeping city. Seth laughed in excitement at Mitch’s enthusiasm, he had to admit that behind the wheel of a car, Mitch resembled more of monster than anything else. Though despite this he kinda liked the guy’s on-and-off attitude, it made gave him that sexy bad-boy aura that was damned hard to find in people these days. It also made the mental games Seth played all the more fun.
Seth smirked as his fingers switched on the PSP device that lay in his lap; the thing was his ‘tool’ for Scout work and he had modified it himself in order to hold everything a normal Scout would normally need and have on-hand.
“Let’s do this then” he replied in a serious yet excited tone as he anxiously watched the red robot turn green, signaling the start of the race.
"Go."
The car revved loudly, its tires screeching like the call of a dying cat as it raced down the street at full speed.
Seth became completely engulfed in his job as Mitch’s scout; his extensive ‘street smarts’ and good sense of direction mentally formulated a new and faster route for Mitch to travel.
The boy gazed at the PSP’s screen momentarily before giving out the first shortcut on their route, “Take a shortcut through that alleyway on the left” he stated quickly as he directed Mitch onto a new road.
The car seemed to move like lighting as it bolted through the alleyway and into the new street.
“Okay then try and a make sharp right turn at the end of this street, cut through that parking lot near the MacDonalds” he directed seriously in his marble smooth voice as the car skidding around the sharp turn.
The boy gazed intensely at the road as he gave out a final change of direction that led them quickly into the street housing the bar.
He glanced curiously at Mitch as he waited for his results.
((The way these two carry on, I’m surprised that no one has died yet XD))
"I happen to know just exactly how long it takes me to get there using my usual route, so come on... Let's see what you got." Mitch grinned darkly as he revved the engine of the black Mustang to emphasize his point.
The aggressive sound of the car’s engine seemed echo and vibrate against the walls of the sleeping city. Seth laughed in excitement at Mitch’s enthusiasm, he had to admit that behind the wheel of a car, Mitch resembled more of monster than anything else. Though despite this he kinda liked the guy’s on-and-off attitude, it made gave him that sexy bad-boy aura that was damned hard to find in people these days. It also made the mental games Seth played all the more fun.
Seth smirked as his fingers switched on the PSP device that lay in his lap; the thing was his ‘tool’ for Scout work and he had modified it himself in order to hold everything a normal Scout would normally need and have on-hand.
“Let’s do this then” he replied in a serious yet excited tone as he anxiously watched the red robot turn green, signaling the start of the race.
"Go."
The car revved loudly, its tires screeching like the call of a dying cat as it raced down the street at full speed.
Seth became completely engulfed in his job as Mitch’s scout; his extensive ‘street smarts’ and good sense of direction mentally formulated a new and faster route for Mitch to travel.
The boy gazed at the PSP’s screen momentarily before giving out the first shortcut on their route, “Take a shortcut through that alleyway on the left” he stated quickly as he directed Mitch onto a new road.
The car seemed to move like lighting as it bolted through the alleyway and into the new street.
“Okay then try and a make sharp right turn at the end of this street, cut through that parking lot near the MacDonalds” he directed seriously in his marble smooth voice as the car skidding around the sharp turn.
The boy gazed intensely at the road as he gave out a final change of direction that led them quickly into the street housing the bar.
He glanced curiously at Mitch as he waited for his results.
((The way these two carry on, I’m surprised that no one has died yet XD))
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