San Fran Drift? (Vale)

[Gabriel Seran]

*Vroom Vroom*

The engine throttle pounded in his ears, the hum of muscle cars blared in the silence of a crisp nighttime air. Stereos pounded as “Gangsters” sat in their low riders huge grins on their mugs as they fronted the money looking to win some off of a good race. Gabriel Seran rode in on his older mustang, not that it was old, it’s just he’d since upgraded to a newer vehicle that’d since been returned by Stu.

*Vroom Vroom*

The gas thrust down as he took his set at the line. There wasn’t an air of cockiness to his feature’s but still there remained a feral notion to his gaze, a certain lack of humanity. It screamed, “I’m Gonna kill you, and take all your bases.
A busty woman of Hispanic descent stood out in front of the vehicles with a flag ready to signal the racers. Most of their attention was on the woman rather than the other racers. Gabriel let out a short smirk ready to pound on the gas at the moment’s notice.

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[Valekin]

Street racing is illegal. Despite this, it was fun and Valekin participated every once in a while. His car? That monster of a corvette. It had been augmented so much that it no longer drove like a normal corvette. The thing was super powerful and tank-like. Armor plated underneath, powerful engine, good brakes, no need for No₂.

Valekin pulled up to his spot on the starting line stopped, and then started just as the flag was waved and the race started. His tires screeched and he smoked a few of the competitors right away. These 'gangstas' didn't know what a real gangster was. A real gangster didn't hold his gun side ways, wear baggy clothing, had a souped up car, look obnoxious, and wasn't focused on 'getting some'.

A real gangster was professional, unremarkable, and had nice things, but not too nice. Valekin was remarkable, people remembered him, but only for a moment. He was easily dismissed as yet another freak. A freak that just took someone slamming into his vehicle like a champ, because his car didn't move. They spun out and hit a K-rail. Good game noob.

Valekin was in fourth, and was coming up from behind.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was a close second when he noticed the car in his rear. Only a single car divided the pair. It looked to be like a tank, modded out to have armored plating, looked to him like someone had seen this all coming. Gabriel had no intention of falling behind he saw first he was going to catch first, he was first, and now he was going to keep first. The engine of his Dark Blue mustang roared as the car formerly in first ate it on a bump and flipped causing havoc to all the racers.

Gabriel’s hands held steadily on the wheel watching his rear view mirror for his pursuers. He was a straight up fair driver, skill alone no dirty tricks though he was assured that there would be a few who didn’t feel the same honor.