Stars, like sequins, were peppered across the night sky.
A pair of highly modified cars revved up their cars as they drove to the starting line. Kiya and Dinah was about to face off against each other, heading towards the highway. Only the orange street lights lit the road. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. Kiya drove her white Toyota Sprinter Trueno AE86 to the starting line.
She stepped out their cars to size up their oppenent.
Kiya Black Wolf was raised in Lynn Lake, Manitoba, Canada. 40 years of age, she toured Japan, seeking opponents to race. She was the tallest of the two women, 5'11, her black hair cut into a whimsy pixie. She had bright green eyes, and dark skin. He voice still carries the lilting tones of Cree, her mother tongue. It's a deep voice, but soft and musical.
Dinah Patterson was born in Sossusvlei, Namibia, raised in lived in Aomori, Japan. She was 5'5", 19 years old, with a round, apple-shaped face, dark eyes and colour in her cheeks. She had prismatic blonde hair. She wore bellbottom jeans, a metallic blue spaghetti-strap tank top, and a silver shirt coat over it. Dinah seemed like a harsh and distant person, a mysterious side to her, that many try to solve. And since her arrival a month ago, rumor has it, she had a fight with Mako Satou, and knocked her out.
"Three laps. The loser pays 90 000 yen to the winner. Agreed ?"
"Hai." Dinah answered. "Agreed." Kiya grunted. They got back in their cars. Dinah revved up the engine of her 1982 Pontiac Trans-Am.
The women watched a tall handsome man, vaguely 18 years of age, with orange hair grab two flags and walk slowly to the starting line. He put the flags up, signaling to the drivers to get ready.
Kiya seeing the flag raised moved her foot over the gas pedal. The flag guy suddenly dropped his flags and yelled "GO!"
Dinah hearing and seeing the flag go down pressed her foot hard against the gas pedal. The two cars peeled out. Ther two cars were neck to neck, right to up turn 3, Dinah took the lead.
Kiya smirked at the painted signs on the road, it "suggested" the speed limit was 35. She looked at her speedometer, it told her she was doing 108 km/h. The Cree woman felt her car going even faster, her engine tempature went up, almost in the danger zone. Behind her she saw a little black car catching up. Kiya was in the lead ahead of Dinah by a full car length, but that wasn't good enough, she had to stay in the lead. "Double clutch, shift, double clutch, shift," Kiya said outloud.
The Trueno was a length and a half now in front of Dinah's car, but not for long. Dinah was quickly gaining on her, and soon, instead of being in second place he'd gained first by half a car length. Kiya couldn't have ther and pressed her foot a little further down on the gas, when her car reached 133 km/h and she was just a few inches seperating Dinah and Kiya's cars.
Both racers could hear the roaring of the engines, the cheers of the crowd parked around turn 9 and 10. Dinah passed Kiya, extending her lead to six lengths when they crossed the start/finish line. Kiya steered through a short medium left, fought to close the gap, inch by painful inch.
They floored the accelarator going through a S-curve, but Kiya's able to take them at full speed, and she passed Dinah, now less than a car's length ahead Dinah going into turn 9. Kiya approached the next turn, 600 yards ahead. Dinah took back the lead using her favorite technique by using gutter. Dinah clenched her hands tightly on the steering wheel and the gear stick, respectively. she felt really sick, the same way she really before something terrible is about to happen.
Kiya drifted hard at the entry of Loews Hairpin. she floored the gas, dragging in third gear as she exited the corner. The spectators were excited and astonished at the T-Top driver's skill.
Kiya was unimpressed, as she managed to keep up with her opponent. Lap 3, the white Trueno and black T-Top skidded side by side around the wide turn 6 and 7 when the Trans-Am suddenly had a blowout. The cars collided. Metal screamed and glass shattered.
For the briefest of moments, the rising white car almost looked graceful in its ascent-- a ballerina of glinting ivory--before plummeting into guard rail. The guardrail held, preventing the cars from going over the cliff.
Kiya undid her seatbelt and got out, ignoring stabbing pain in her neck. She pulled Dinah out of her upside-down car as others rushed towards them.
When the world stopped spinning around Dinah, she grimaced. "How do you feel?" Kiya asked.
It was a really stupid question to ask but she had to ask it. Dinah blinked, in a voice that sounded faintly childish she answered her, "Has my head exploded yet?"
Kiya chuckled lightly, and shook her head, "No. No, it's still all there."
"Oh..." Dinah thought about ther a moment, and didn't pull away when Kiya turned her head to inspect her eyes, "Well it's going to soon."
"Hold on kid. Don't die on me, okay ?"
A pair of highly modified cars revved up their cars as they drove to the starting line. Kiya and Dinah was about to face off against each other, heading towards the highway. Only the orange street lights lit the road. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. Kiya drove her white Toyota Sprinter Trueno AE86 to the starting line.
She stepped out their cars to size up their oppenent.
Kiya Black Wolf was raised in Lynn Lake, Manitoba, Canada. 40 years of age, she toured Japan, seeking opponents to race. She was the tallest of the two women, 5'11, her black hair cut into a whimsy pixie. She had bright green eyes, and dark skin. He voice still carries the lilting tones of Cree, her mother tongue. It's a deep voice, but soft and musical.
Dinah Patterson was born in Sossusvlei, Namibia, raised in lived in Aomori, Japan. She was 5'5", 19 years old, with a round, apple-shaped face, dark eyes and colour in her cheeks. She had prismatic blonde hair. She wore bellbottom jeans, a metallic blue spaghetti-strap tank top, and a silver shirt coat over it. Dinah seemed like a harsh and distant person, a mysterious side to her, that many try to solve. And since her arrival a month ago, rumor has it, she had a fight with Mako Satou, and knocked her out.
"Three laps. The loser pays 90 000 yen to the winner. Agreed ?"
"Hai." Dinah answered. "Agreed." Kiya grunted. They got back in their cars. Dinah revved up the engine of her 1982 Pontiac Trans-Am.
The women watched a tall handsome man, vaguely 18 years of age, with orange hair grab two flags and walk slowly to the starting line. He put the flags up, signaling to the drivers to get ready.
Kiya seeing the flag raised moved her foot over the gas pedal. The flag guy suddenly dropped his flags and yelled "GO!"
Dinah hearing and seeing the flag go down pressed her foot hard against the gas pedal. The two cars peeled out. Ther two cars were neck to neck, right to up turn 3, Dinah took the lead.
Kiya smirked at the painted signs on the road, it "suggested" the speed limit was 35. She looked at her speedometer, it told her she was doing 108 km/h. The Cree woman felt her car going even faster, her engine tempature went up, almost in the danger zone. Behind her she saw a little black car catching up. Kiya was in the lead ahead of Dinah by a full car length, but that wasn't good enough, she had to stay in the lead. "Double clutch, shift, double clutch, shift," Kiya said outloud.
The Trueno was a length and a half now in front of Dinah's car, but not for long. Dinah was quickly gaining on her, and soon, instead of being in second place he'd gained first by half a car length. Kiya couldn't have ther and pressed her foot a little further down on the gas, when her car reached 133 km/h and she was just a few inches seperating Dinah and Kiya's cars.
Both racers could hear the roaring of the engines, the cheers of the crowd parked around turn 9 and 10. Dinah passed Kiya, extending her lead to six lengths when they crossed the start/finish line. Kiya steered through a short medium left, fought to close the gap, inch by painful inch.
They floored the accelarator going through a S-curve, but Kiya's able to take them at full speed, and she passed Dinah, now less than a car's length ahead Dinah going into turn 9. Kiya approached the next turn, 600 yards ahead. Dinah took back the lead using her favorite technique by using gutter. Dinah clenched her hands tightly on the steering wheel and the gear stick, respectively. she felt really sick, the same way she really before something terrible is about to happen.
Kiya drifted hard at the entry of Loews Hairpin. she floored the gas, dragging in third gear as she exited the corner. The spectators were excited and astonished at the T-Top driver's skill.
Kiya was unimpressed, as she managed to keep up with her opponent. Lap 3, the white Trueno and black T-Top skidded side by side around the wide turn 6 and 7 when the Trans-Am suddenly had a blowout. The cars collided. Metal screamed and glass shattered.
For the briefest of moments, the rising white car almost looked graceful in its ascent-- a ballerina of glinting ivory--before plummeting into guard rail. The guardrail held, preventing the cars from going over the cliff.
Kiya undid her seatbelt and got out, ignoring stabbing pain in her neck. She pulled Dinah out of her upside-down car as others rushed towards them.
When the world stopped spinning around Dinah, she grimaced. "How do you feel?" Kiya asked.
It was a really stupid question to ask but she had to ask it. Dinah blinked, in a voice that sounded faintly childish she answered her, "Has my head exploded yet?"
Kiya chuckled lightly, and shook her head, "No. No, it's still all there."
"Oh..." Dinah thought about ther a moment, and didn't pull away when Kiya turned her head to inspect her eyes, "Well it's going to soon."
"Hold on kid. Don't die on me, okay ?"