-*Me* wow, repossession really changes a person- -drifts round corner- -takes exit- -pulls up to motel- -*Me* so, my boss doesn't know about my 'good driving' techniques, and I don't plan to tell him anytime soon, as he only thinks that's how I am on the track, so, he thinks we are about....750 miles behind where we are now, which means we have some spare time to sleep, so, I'll get us each a room, and we can rest, got it?- -Dealercrash nods- --- Post updated --- -my boss walks over- -*Boss* ah, you must be applying for a job, come into my office- -goes through interview- -*Boss* your hired!-
Wow, this is such a cool job! I plan later in my life (I am only 21) to become a Moto GP racer, but I don't think that will happen... maybe I will become a FBI agent or something... *gets out of car and walks in hotel*
-*Me* well, I don't think I need anything more in my life, because I know I can't buy back what I lost so long ago, the community I had, a family, education, friends, I left it all behind on the night of Febuary 4th, 1991, there is no better advice I could give you than don't make my mistakes, don't follow my path, create your own, and don't leave anything behind- -buys rooms- -*Dealercrash* no, I'll pay for my room- -*Me* no no no, I'm paying- -we dispute on who will pay- -I finally end up paying- -walks to room-
*In my mind: Dang, this guy went though a lot. But so did I.. I almost got killed on that same day in my car.. Well, I am gonna get on my laptop. My family is not with me anymore, anytime I try to call them they don't answer... *gets on bed*
-holds old set of 200BX Keys at the foot of my bed- -slams keys on dresser- -goes to restaurant next door- {Meanwhile in Dealercrashes room} -hears me leave- -*Dealercrash* where is he going, I should follow- {Back to me now} -goes through door- -*Some Ricer* your the guy with the bolide?- -I nod- -*Some Ricer* well, I bet my 200BX can beat your Bolide from here to exit 23C a mile down- -ricer points to 200BX- -200BX looks exactly like my old one- -*Me* no, don't do that stuff, it can destroy someone- -*Some Ricer* what, are you chicken?- -*Old Guy Behind Me* wait, your, Febuary 4th, 1991, right? Oh my goodness it's you!- -*Bartender* that's the idiot who wrecked his 200BX drifting, we thought you went with those Feds the second you hit the car- -*Old guy* y'know kid, we all think your an idiot, don't prove us wrong- -officer walks in- -I duck into the washroom- -*Bartender* Jeffery, you won't belive it, remember Febuary 4th, 1991, well, the ricer who slammed into your car is in here- -cop starts searching- -I jump out the window- -*Dealercrash* what happened?- -*Me* I don't want to talk about it, let's go to sleep-
(this is gettin guuuuddd ) O-okay... well... I have to tell you something. *we walk in the room* Car8john: What is it?... Me: Okay.. well, I am.. not a good person. at all. Once I was bored, at home. Decided to go to a mall and pick some clothes up. When a dying child was in a car when it was 107 degrees, I accidently scoffed and walked away. When someone saw that, they called the police because they thought i was trying to roast them inside.. I ran away in my ETK 800 Sedan and went into the desert, looking for a place to stay. I took a flight to here, stock market crashed and I lost my house and car....yeah. that was in Dune Island, so i can't go there.
-*Me* yeah, when I had the 200BX, I used to go around robbing stores and harassing bikers, after I ran away to Firwood, I found I was on the top 30 most wanted criminals in my town, I can't go back, and I lost it all- (Yeah, this is deep stuff)
*zooms away* *heres voices in the distance* wait.... did i just go in circles?? nope nvm. *zooms down the highway, picks up car then goes back to the hotel* well maybe i can book a room over there... *overheres conversation* huh.......
Well, I am not sure if I am wanted, but I would rather not check. Anyways, I am gonna pick up some chicken, this time I will pay...*hears footsteps* *open door and no one is there* What the... that's weird.
Okay, I am going. *i walk out and go to the same restaurant* Hey, can I get a bag of chicken? Cashier: Blah blah balh... *I sit down waiting for it* Guy in corner: Wait..... you look familiar. Like that guy at the *mutters* mall.. Me: *I try to cover myself with a hat* Cooker: Alright..order for...Dealercrash. Cuy in corner: THATS HIM! *Calls 911* Me: CRAP! *Snatches bag and runs to hotel* Car8john: So, how did it go? Me: Oh god.... I think they found me.
-hears Logank1109 walk by- -opens door- -doesn't see Logank1109- -*Me* huh- --- Post updated --- -*Me* what?- -*Dealercrash* we need to go, now- -*Me* we need to rest first- -we sleep- -wakes up- -gets into Bolide- -drives away-
Alright, I think they found me, police could be coming any second... Car8john: Me too!...wait, how?! Me: i don't know, maybe he was undercover or something. *car8john slams on gas*
Car8john: Okay, we are here. Lets just go in, eat and go to sleep. Me: Okay. *gets in, pays and locks door* *we eat and watch TV to go to sleep*
*i pull into a spot next to them* better be quite this time.... *walks in and asks for a room nearby* *goes quitely to room* now ill just have some dinner and lay in bed...
