E2W Great Escape Road Rally ( Closed, see OOC thread )

[Tanaara]

Sienna Conference Room, Marriott South Beach Hotel Second floor

"Okay, is every one up for their section of the shoot?" A lanky eighteen year old looked over his fifty person strong core crew. He and his twin had organized the filming section of the crew with the help of some older professionals. They'd be using a combination of bikes, cars, a hummer or two and three helicopters.

Elsewhere in the large room, next door to the Diva Confrence room where the arutoparts store was...

Steve Kan, outta Texas - The Man to go to about rotary tunes- was talking softly with the seven racers who were driving Mazdas, and part of his informal 'Gotham Racing Group'.

Michizo Niikura; CEO of MINE had come over to see how some of his companies work was fareing in the US, especially since a new 2009 Nissan GTR -with it's hyper-sensitive ECU and an electronically-limited top speed of just 111.8 mph- was entered in the race. He was also here for the grand opening of MINE's first non Japanese House, and offering their tuning products in the US... At the moment he was deep in an animated discussion with the driver of the MINE's car, while several journalists waited for an interview. He'd be flying out to LA, where the MINE's shop would be opening, and he'd be presenting the winners cup at the end of it all banquet.

[Osteia]

A dark blue Ferrari 550 Maranello rolled towards the main entrance of the Marriott South Beach Hotel, driving the exotic car was Andre Acosta, at his side the beautiful Christina Gordan.

Hotel:
http://image.pegs.com/images/MC/MIAMB/miamb_b1.jpg

Andres ride:

http://www.ferraricluboflasvegas.com..._Maranello.jpg

The Ferrari stopped in front of the doormen, the car doors were opened for Andre and Christina,

"Hello, why thank you!" She said getting out of the car

Andre pulled his door shut on the waiting valet...

"Get us cheaked in and see to the registration desk would you Christina? i will park the car"

Valet had finished removing their bags from the trunk and had just shut it when Andre drove off not allowing Christina time to respond,

"Ughh, son of a ..." she let her words trail off

She stormed off into the hotel followed by a man with their bags in hand. Christina got the rooms, seperate rooms, then proceeded to the registration desk.....

"Uhh, hi?"

Christina:
http://blogsimages.skynet.be/images/...c149cfdf24.jpg

Andre parked the Ferrari around the side of the building. Two girls on roller blades wearing bikini's stopped to talk to him as he exited the car,

"Hey, do you have the time?"

Andre smiled and replied,

"The time yes, the time to talk to you" He smiled

What a cheezy line, andre...FUCK he thought, but..it don't matter what i say..im driving a Ferrari

The two girls giggled and the three got into a conversation about the 550, Andre leaned on the drivers door and pulled out a pair of aviator glasses placing them on his face.

[Imitora]

I was hanging at Kan's shop on Saturday. Trust me, ya'll don't want none of what he's working on right now...shudders. The turbo was larger than the engine.

Jason thanked the receptionist, handing her a sizable tip, along with one of his Stage 10 cards. "Give me a call sometime. I could always use a good receptionist, especially with some of the people I have to deal with."

He turned, and did something unexpected of an Imitora. There was plenty he could of used. A pink Ferrari? Well money doesn't buy taste. Uh, nice car, I guess its proof that money and aesthetic ability isn't always hand in hand. Or possibly... Pink car? Fag.

But no, he turned, and simply side stepped the two. He had better things to do with his time then entering a battle of wits with these two. It wouldn't have been fair for them, anyways. Instead, he made his way over to the elevator, and up to the conference room. He chose to hob nob and elbow rub at a different time, there would be room for that later.

Reaching the Miami Automotive booth, he quickly took stock of what he needed. A few extra sets of plugs, octane booster if he couldn't get his hands on 93 pump (which the car had been tuned for), extra tire sealant, and a few small tools and toys that would help in the long haul.

Signing off on the payment, the next step was to his room, where he made sure to get a real shower, and changed into some less youthful clothing. He kept the "Chicks Dig my Ride" shirt, but tucked it into a clean pair of dark blue jeans, and grabbed an appropriately wrinkled (as is the style) white button down. He left it untucked, and grabbed finally a casual black jacket. A quick bit of work with a comb, and he was down stairs in thirty minutes, making his way back out to the garage.

He eyed someone on the right side of attractive checking in, most likely for the race. He would make it a point to talk to her later, and finished the trip out to the garage to see the competition.

[Tanaara]

Registry Table, Marriott South Beach Hotel

The desk had let Ms Gordan know that the Rally had already booked rooms for herself and her driver. and that she could pick up the room keys at the Registry Table.

However the Registry table seemed a little swamped with a handsome man being assisted by a lady in the officail polo of the rally, her name tag read Betty, and standing in line were a fair of ice cream suited ...men...trying to force their way to the desk past the man, and making waspish comments about him.

"Uhh, hi?"

A slender blonde lady in a well tailored pantsuit was moving in on the unrully pair, but turned to survey the semi lost looking young lady who'd appraoched the brangle..

"Hi! How can I help you? It looks as if Betty's a little swamped." Jonni Lea smiled at Christina

Parking Garage

"Hey Mister, Can I get a shot of your car?' A tall teen in an olive drab light weight army jacket over a Rally Polo shirt jogged up to the dark blue Ferrari 550 Maranello where it's fdriver ws deep in conversation with a pair of kini clad locals. "You're the only Maranello here tonight and wow! It's awesome looking." He held up the top of the line Nikon D200 "My brother and I are digitalizing the Rally"

[Osteia]

Afew people were ahead of Christina as she waited to be served, a guy strolled by and gave her an obvious glance,

Kinda cute... She thought

Christina wore a white Gucci sun dress, with the matching handbag and shoes, she wore Armani diamonds perfume, Christina knew she could turn any mans head when ever she pleased...BUT she was not that type of girl. Christina was used to getting down and dirty, she loved doing her time in the armed forces, everything about it, the smell of diesel, the mud dust, and the greese... it was a blast.

"Hi! How can I help you? It looks as if Betty's a little swamped."

Jonni Lea smiled at Christina

"Hi, Christina Gordan and Andre Acosta, Ferrari 550 Marenello"

She flashed a bright perfect smile.

Outside....

Hey Mister, Can I get a shot of your car?' A tall teen in an olive drab light weight army jacket over a Rally Polo shirt jogged up to the dark blue Ferrari 550 Maranello where it's fdriver ws deep in conversation with a pair of kini clad locals. "You're the only Maranello here tonight and wow! It's awesome looking." He held up the top of the line Nikon D200 "My brother and I are digitalizing the Rally"

Andre looked at the teenager and replied,

"Yeah, sure...you want me and the girls in the picture aswell?"

He gestured towards the Maranello,

"Thats cool man, what am i up against?"

[Tanaara]

Registry Table, Marriott South Beach Hotel

"Hi, Christina Gordan and Andre Acosta, Ferrari 550 Marenello"

"Pleased to meet you" Jonni Lea's accept wasn't straight southern, but tinged with the accent of deep in the Tennessee mountains. She sorted briskly through the stacks of thick folders "Here you go Christina. You and Mister Acosta are on the fifth floor, rooms side by side. Breakfast is in about three hours, six thirty and thats when they'll draw starting positioons with the first out set for nine a.m. They just changed the time as so many are still checking in."

She handed Christina the thick books and hotel room car keys. "And it sounds as if someone is treating every one in the Deco Bar to Mimosa's and Champagne, if you feel like a bit of bubbly."

Cheers and laughter cresendoed from the Deco Bar that opened on to the lobby....

Parking Garage

"Thats cool man, what am i up against?"

Sure I'll be bglad to take soe with ya'll in them! Up against? Hey I think some one had a sale on pink paint." The kid began snapping away, with no small skill, lining up his shots.

"Besides a pint 'Gatti that looks like peptol bismol got barffed all over it, there a pair of fruitcakes in a pink Enzo. There's a classy one a few down, but pink? Oh give me a break!"

He backed up for a few different angles "There's a lambo or two, a Rolls, several Mazda's outta Texas, and MINE's brought over one hella souped up GTR, and there are two different cars who'se bodies are made out of wood. One's kinda wierd looking, but the other is some sort of really rare classic."

He saw the driver of the Porsche out of Imitora enter the garage and excused himself with a "Best of luck to ya" and headed over to the Imitoran.

"Hey, Mister, can I get some pic's of your Porsche? That paint job is slick!"

The Deco Bar

"Okay ladies, we've convinced every one that I'm 'The Lush', you're 'The Sex Bomb' and you're 'The Ditz' and it's all golden" Sophy said under her breeath as she caught Shelly's and Shug's eyes. "And here comes out Mark now..."

With huge, heavily lashed eyes, the senior member of the Seven Seas - Ocean's Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen may have just been movies, but the most wanted con team in the world; known among themselves as 'the Seven Seas' was in full flower - looked up at the man there were preparing to fleece out of nearly fifty million dollars, not to mention his pride...

"Why Mister Turner, right on time. Might I introduce Agents Marcdoni and Rand."

"Oh this is how you are going to fake them out" the man said in an excited whisper. "Thats awesome, go through it looking like famous actresses"

"Yes it gives us perfect deniability, but please" Sophy said sternly 'Keep your voice down. Who knows who may be listening!"

Shug and Shelly nodded each playing her part.

Mr. Turner looked chasened and fought took keep his voice low enough so that it went no further than the booth they were sitting in...

[Wandering Argonians]

The two Argonians sequestered themselves in their room for the night, preferring to rest and catch the edge over the others who would probably spend the night drinking themselves to death. There was a brief squabble after Zak smashed his brother Reenzo upside the head with the ice bucket for spinning the cylinder of his revolver a few too many times, but soon both decided they ought to save the rage for tomorrow and instead watch whatever was on the provided HBO...

[Imitora]

Jason nodded at the kid with the camera, stepping aside to make sure he himself wasn't in the picture. He had reasons for it, but they were just that, his reasons. He kept his distance as the camera kid did his work, and then moved back up.

"Lemme see that," he said, taking the digi cam, and began flipping through the pictures. His reaction was a few shrugs, a couple nods, and one or two side to side shakes. He kept clicking through, the camera beeping every time. A few pictures he stopped to study. After another minute, he handed the camera back to the kid. He snapped a card out of his jacket pocket, and handed it to him.

"You got talent. The question is do you have the skill? Give me a shout when this is done. We can figure that out and maybe work something out."

Jason went back to browsing the selection of cars he would be up against, taking note where note was due. There were a good selection of cars that would hit that second century mark, and on the open highways to far outside any county to care, and even then its not like the Crown Vics that struggled past 120 would be any match.

[Tanaara]

"You got talent. The question is do you have the skill? Give me a shout when this is done. We can figure that out and maybe work something out."

"My brother and I already have scholarship offers from SCAD, Cornell and Columbia, but watch what we put out at the closing banquet, and remember the names Davey and Robby Pettitmore" The teen reclaimed his camera, "But you never know. Hey gotta haul, something interesting has turned in" He presses a finger lightly to the ear piece and muttered something into the tiny mike discretely clipped to his jacket. "Best of luck to you" He headed off at a gound eating lope.

The cars Jason looked over were indeed a mix, some ihnteresting some not, but his perusal was interupted by a soft voiced "Hey Mister, you don't see a big, burly pissed off kinda looking jerk do ya?"

[Imitora]

Jason nodded at the names. They didn't mean much to him, but mostly as he made it a point to quickly dismiss any one who based their entire resume on a degree granting institution. Something about horses and such.

Still, if it was decent, he would contemplate sending a recruiter. However, he would have to finish the race first, and then see what the kids could put together.

He was perusing the engine bay of rather stockish looking C6 Corvette, but the oil return lines were the give away. It was most likely an STS system, the twin turbos mounted far back on the exhaust. The sound of the cammed engine, rumbling softly but powerfully, was interrupted by a softer and less powerful voice.

Hey Mister, you don't see a big, burly pissed off kinda looking jerk do ya?

Jason kept an eye on the motor while he thought for a moment if he had indeed seen anyone. "Non more than the Argonians," he said, turning.

[Tanaara]

"Naw they just have scales and tails. This guy has Doc Martin toe stompers, knobby knees with pants falling down around them and a rather obvious bulge under one arm." The voice was followed by a figure moving somewhat out from the shadows and looking around apprehensively. She didn't look more than twenty at best, and like she'd been swimming - a observation enhanced by her soaking wet hair and minimal clothes, if what she had one could be considered clothes. "And in his pants" The last in a disgusted voice that could barely be heard.

"Damn drunk asshole." The girl? young woman? muttered more loudlyas she tried to finger comb her hair into some semblance of neat while looking around anxiously.

[Imitora]

Hollywood gave the girl a good look, and nodded. The wet, fresh out of the pool look worked for her, even though she looked a bit on the young side. However, he could tell from her face that she hadn't exactly been kicking around underwater in her clothes for shits and giggles, but was a bit more serious.

"Nah," he said, after hearing her description. "Haven't seen anyone like that. Though, I used to wear Docs when I was in high school, does that preclude me from asking what the situation is?"

He pointed over to the black P Car. "Thats mine over there. I might have an extra towel or something tossed in there for fuel spills or something. I can lend one out no problemo."

[Tanaara]

"Thanks, I've got one in my duffle, but a second would be nice" She retreated a moment and returened with a very large duffle bag dragging behind her, stuffed to the brim.

She followed him over to the gleaming black Porsche "Oh pretty!" Then she admitted "I don't know much about cars, save that I like looking at nice ones"

Pulling out a towel from the top of the bag, she wrapped it around herself but it was more for warmth- at four am in the winter even Miami got chilly on the waterfront - than out of modesty. "He's my dad's choice of an "appropriate boyfriend", but my dad doesn't know jack." She snorted contemptuously "And Jack's his damn name. Though it oughta be jackass."

"He entered the rally, and I was going to ride with him, but he got kicked out and decided that I needed to play bed bunny cause of that. As if I'd go to bed with an over weight gorilla like him." She sniffed, but gave Jason an admiring once over.

"The security came and hauled him off when he threw a fit, but he came back and was stalking me" She looked around apprehensively once more, still rattled, but trying not to show it. "You wouldn't be willing to walk me up to my room would ya? They gave me a different room after he got kicked out, but I don't know if he's come back again"

[Imitora]

Digging around the Porsche, Jason produced a white towel and tossed it to her. It was one of the few clean ones, the rest having been used a number of times in preparation of the car. While digging around, he also popped open the glove box, removed the Sig and its clip on holster, and tucked it discretely into his waist band.

Stepping away from the car and closing the door, he thumbed the key fob, and the single chirp satisfied him to know the alarm was set. If it hadn't been the chirp, then the single flash of the headlights would have done the trick.

You wouldn't be willing to walk me up to my room would ya? They gave me a different room after he got kicked out, but I don't know if he's come back again.

"No problem," he replied. "I think I can handle it. I tend to hang around some tough people, my company has become the new go to people for all the rappers and metal heads. This guy doesn't sound like he's any different."

He held out his hand, and smiled. "Jason Banks. Most of the people I know call my Hollywood. The others just call me Banks."

[Tanaara]

Robby caught up with the two Van Luxemburgians as they wandered through looking over the competetion. And there was plenty for them to look at ranging from several very excellently maintained classics from the thirties and forties, to sleekly sexy super cars of modern vintage, and even a pink Veryon, that over did even the peptolbismol pink Enzo, thaqt the vallets were laughing over...

"Hi, Scuse me I haven't gotten any shots of your Citroën, and it's the only one entered in the Rally." He suddenly remembered his manners. "I'm Robert Pettimore, and I'm part of the official rally photographers crew. "

He pulled his army jacket aside so the Van Luxembergian's could see his photo ID and the Rally polo shirt that he wore. What could be seen of it that is beneath the tan photographers vest that bulged with extra lenses and other paraphanelia.