She was speeding down the road like other. Not many Americans could drive like this. It was fast but sane. There was no anger in her lead foot but only a strange zen that no one could match... Or at least she hadn't met anyone who would dare or could even manage to keep her in sight. A corner was coming quick and she needed to make the turn and soon if she wanted to make it. Yet with a quick shift and twist, her Skyline did the most beautiful thing it was capable of. To drift was her passion and now was her life. If she wanted to keep her car and pay those backstabbing bastard off she needed cold hard cash. Yet who in the city would be crazy enough to even try and beat her let alone let her rob them of their cash so she could make a payment. She thought people were stupid but not that dumb. She needed a solution and maybe burning some gas, even though not one of her smarter moves, could start up a race and make a payment with some gas money left over.

*Breezing over the distante horizon like a bullet shot out of a stolen gun was a flash of red and silver. mounted atop the renagade bike was a man no more out of his teens then an imature student attending college on mom and daddys dime.*

*White hair flowed viciously at the tips from under his helm, pasty complection easily seen since his mid section was covered in little more then the black ink embeded in his skin. loose fitting blue jeans held up by a black studded belt and DC skating shoes kickin out gear after gear as he screamed down main street*

*The "Hawk" on his helm shuddered in the howling wind that rushed through its every bristle. his black visor could hardly contain the grin that played across his morbid face. and almost as fast as he appered his vanished down another road knee rushing hard on the ground shredding the pants and trailing blood in its wake*

*Paying little mind to the near excrutiating pain that now ran through the nerves left in his knee. re assuming a descent amount of the speed lost in the turn he lept up onto the seat and then squatted on the windshield and cocked out the clutch*

*The tires now in a feeding frenzy of momentum and asphalt was only overpaower by the wicked scream they were emiiting as the whole of the ass end of the bike went ape shit side to side. just at the momment it looked like hed have to bail he swived off the windshield andrested superman style backwards grabbing ahold of the bitch bar*

*With bitch bar firmly in his hands he stood himself straight up like a phone pole attached to his machines hind end. rotating on his hands like a gymnist on the double bars he lowered himself to the street draggin his boots on the ground shooting sparks off the steel plated screwed into his soles*

*Just when he was starting to get bored of grinding down his plates he threw himself forward onto the seat of the bike and locked up the brakes within seconds shot of being side swiped by a drifting import. little attention did he pay to his own safety when he stopped but did a super speed evaluation of his ride*

*Throwing down on the throttle and kickin out the clutch he lerched forward in a wicked fashion and the tires smoked him out all the way down the road as he was now in hot persuit of a fellow show off*

A quick eye would glance back and Mouse would swear, "Fucking piece of shit thinks it can take me..... This should be amusing." She'd slow down and pull off to the side, rolling down her window to speak to the speeding prick on the giant leg warmer.

*Sustaining a consitant speed he coasts at speed past her, then swinging around he lays out across his bike getting comfy as he looks back at the car he passed. liffting his visor he locks his eyes on her and just waits*

She would motion for him to come closer in order to talk numbers and conditions. She normally never raced against any vehicle other than a standard car but maybe this could be an easy way to finally get the cash she needs.

*doing nothing more then letting slowing momentum draw him back towards the window of the car and then he reached behind his head and played with the throtle to keep himself aligned with the cars window* come here often * speaking jokingly*

She'd look at his ride and scoff, "Cut the crap. How much do you have on you? We'll race for four lights and if I win I get your cash. You win you get my car... deal?"

*shruggs and pushes his hind end off the bike with the strength of his heels and grabs his wallet from his pocket and opens it flips through a few bills and puts it back in his pocket and drops back down* got roughly $123 on me. if you really wanna race i guess ill oblige. was kinda hopin to have a stunt show down but i guess your slide was all luck. next red starts the race *sits up and swivels on the seat, flipping his visor down he stands the bike off and roars down the street then sets it down and slows as he see's the light in the distance kick out to yellow then red*

"I used to drift professionally. Screw the race... We'll do stunts and I bet I could drift anything you want! You're just lucky you're on a crotch rocket!" She'd glare at his lack of faith in her ability and would rev the engine to back up her claims.

*grins and lift his visor back up* now thats more like it! *thrashing his throttle he pops the clutch at red lined rpm's and smokes the tires off the line and motions with his off hand for her to follow him as he flipped down his visor and stood the bike up and mid wheel stand climbed the top of the bike and rode it like uni-cycle keeping a steady throttle control down the straight away. with his intended turn coming up he rolled backwards off the headlight area and seemingly fell all the way off his bike but grabs the bitch bar and plants his feet firmly on the quickly moving ground and used sheer strength to pull up on the ass end dropping the front end down and then supermans from a harsh tug on the bitch bar and re-assumes a standard riding position and slowed enough to take the corner at 85 mph*

She would quickly speed after him glaring at his display. Yet she knew that a quick drift should take care of this prick. With the quick shifting of her feet she'd slide the import into a slide, trying to get enough power to knock the cocky bastard off his bike and tumbling along the ground.

*smirking almost mockingly he mashes once more on the accelarator and popped the clutch throwing out the ass end of the bike coming through the end of the turn. with a large object of aluminum and fiberglass hot on his side he felt almost crushed as the car slid into the side of his also sideways bike pinning his leg between his machine and hers. with little thought of the matter other then to add more gas to this newly heated fire. reaching quickly behind him he draws out his blade and brings it down on his side cutting swiftly into his jeans and then hits the throttle again grinding himself against the car freeing himself and with a shake of his leg the cut peice of cloth comes off him staying attached to the car revealing a crumpled leg. lifting his visor to look back at the car he grinned again wickedly and spoke as though the driver could hear him* gunna have to work alot harder then that to call this battle on a count of rain...

She would make another quick drift out of his sight and down an alley way to get away from the motorist. Maybe there could be another way she could force him out of the competition and keep what she held dear to her. Maybe it was easier than that but when so much is on the line, thinking let alone thinking straight, is not an option. Now speeding maybe a few small streets away from him, she waited. She waited for a sign that screamed the end of this race and her bane.

*he grimaced as she vanashed from sigh down the alleyway but held it in little more reguard then it being a thorn in his side. he regained the composure of his bike and accelerated down the street lowering himself on the bike to lower his wind resistance. gazing every few buildings to the alleyways he passes he hoped to catch a glimpse of the other challenger and her position. but not caring to much past the fact... he dropped gears and accelerated harder pushing the bike to its limit and then turning with a curve he noticed a tow truck bed down pointed at a building that he little more then hesitated to point himself at and launched himself through panes of glass and mid flight he supermaned off the back and let the bike take the brunt of the collision damage. flying through the last pane of glass the pulled himself back onto the bike only to look down and notice that his destination would coincidently be the top of his competitors ride*

She could see him flying in her rear view mirror and the sight wasn't very pleasing but it was one of those moments that a simple thought was your only reaction in split second events. She slammed on the breaks partly hoping the he'd fly over her and completely miss her, yet at the same time she hoped that her car would be his final stop. Realizing the latter was fact, Mouse would jump out of her car, rolling only a few feet away from the falling doom known to her as crotch rocket.