Gᴇᴛ Yᴏᴜʀ Rɪᴅᴇ Oɴ [closed]

[Cruze.]

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| ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:gearing.up | ᴡɪᴛʜ:elle | ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ:no.one | ᴍᴏᴏᴅ:excited |

Will nodded "Yeah, I'm pretty positive, it had your plates and everything. But I guess you don't wear Orange, white and black, so it must have been someone else. Eh, what ever" he said and then leaned up against Elle, his elbow on her shoulder and using it as an arm rest. He felt her push his arm off him "You know, I'm not that short." he heard her say and he just laughed softly "Yeah, not in those heels you're not." he joked and then smiled warmly at Jordan "I know, really. It'll be fun on the track, I'm kinda excited to race with you." he said with a smile and then a soft nod. He moved his legs so they were shoulder width apart and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, you get used to it after a few years, but the dirt and heels don't work to well with ya, not ever" he heard the words slide out of Elle's mouth, it was something she commonly said as it was a question she was commonly asked by guys in the stands who weren't hitting on her.
Will always thought it was funny to see the guys hitting on her and her response with a disgusted face as she walked off towards the pits again. Every time she came back she looked mad beyond all belief, and it just made Will laugh, he had a few scars from hitting his head on the bike when he saw her coming back mad as he was working on the bike. He would lift his head and catch it on the chain or the edge of the skid plate and always find a way to injure himself.

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| ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:changing | ᴡɪᴛʜ:will.and.jordan | ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ:no.one | ᴍᴏᴏᴅ:a.little.angry |

Elle barely listened to their conversation about riding until she felt an elbow on her shoulder. She looked over to see will, chilled out like normal. Squinting her eyes in a mad way she pushed it off and almost lost her balance in her heels from trying to push his fat gut. "You know, I'm not that short." she said coldly as she pushed her hair out of her eyes and then made a face at Will after his next remark. "Not in those heel's you're not" she mocked in a lower voice and then crossed her arms over her chest and then looked at Jordan as he asked her a question. "Yeah, you get used to it after a few years, but the dirt and heels don't work to well with ya, not ever" She replied easily. She was almost always asked the question by girls, the guy who asked her the most was her father. He never approved of her job, though she was exposing to much, but Elle just wanted to support Will, and this was the only way she could, so she sucked it up and did the job. Sometimes it was fun, others, not so much.

[Toma.]

Jordan Drowd

Talking to: Will/Elle
At: Trailer
Mood: Good, I guess.
Thoughts: L.U.C.Y

Jordan laughed softly, running a hand quickly through his hair. It always ended in a pointed tip, unless he was racing. "Eh, maybe a new rider." He suggested, knowing that it was Lucy by the colors, but he didn't dare say anything. His plates, same bike, and her outfit. Who else could it be? Not quite sure on what he would do when someone higher up found out, he quickly had the thought leave his mind. Watching Elle push Will's arm off her shoulder, he couldn't help but laugh slightly. The scene really reminded him of all the past years that he and Lucy competed together, and when she had to quit and traveled with him. I won't bust her. He finally concluded in his thoughts to himself. "You on a KTM?" He asked Will, wondering if anyone else would be on a Honda. Not many used them, because of KTM's, but they were still more common than the Suzuki's. Personally, Jordan preffered the Honda,just because of the style and everything. Not to mention that he had terrible luck on anything else. "Hopefully we all will start off the year good. You give me a run for my money, and I will repay you that." He told him, smiling slightly. As he waited for a reply, he laughed at what Elle had said. "No dirt, no bikers. It's not a win win situation for you, now is it? If I see you starting I'll try not to hit you." He told her, smirking. Glancing around him, his right hand instantly went up to a large scar that ran from the tip of his hair line, all the way to the middle of his neck. Most never noticed it, as it was right beside his ear, and was normally hidden with a helmet. Running one finger down his scar, he realized what he had done and pulled his hand back down.

(May fall asleep soon. Just a warning. )

[g i n g e r.]

A S H T Y N :: W O O D E S

Where? race Who? Damion Mood? excited and cheerful Crush? nobody Outfit? clothes and hair

Ashtyn had been about to answer his question, when another girl handed him a pair of gloves.. The girls gaze seemed to flicker from the boy, to her, back to him. And the blond simply gave her a friendly smile. "Hello!" she managed to say before she walked away. Alrighty then... But, she couldn't help but laugh when he apologized. She simply shrugged and gave that little gesture with her hand that was meant to say 'don't worry about it'. "It's cool. And yeah, I do." she replied with a grin. SHe left out the part about hating how the guys could race but girls were left to be the little showgirls. So, instead she noded towards his gloves he held. "I reckon you do too." she chuckled. Obviously.

[Toma.]

Jordan Drowd

Talking to: Will/Elle
At: Trailer
Mood: Good, I guess.
Thoughts: L.U.C.Y

Jordan laughed softly, running a hand quickly through his hair. It always ended in a pointed tip, unless he was racing. "Eh, maybe a new rider." He suggested, knowing that it was Lucy by the colors, but he didn't dare say anything. His plates, same bike, and her outfit. Who else could it be? Not quite sure on what he would do when someone higher up found out, he quickly had the thought leave his mind. Watching Elle push Will's arm off her shoulder, he couldn't help but laugh slightly. The scene really reminded him of all the past years that he and Lucy competed together, and when she had to quit and traveled with him. I won't bust her. He finally concluded in his thoughts to himself. "You on a KTM?" He asked Will, wondering if anyone else would be on a Honda. Not many used them, because of KTM's, but they were still more common than the Suzuki's. Personally, Jordan preffered the Honda,just because of the style and everything. Not to mention that he had terrible luck on anything else. "Hopefully we all will start off the year good. You give me a run for my money, and I will repay you that." He told him, smiling slightly. As he waited for a reply, he laughed at what Elle had said. "No dirt, no bikers. It's not a win win situation for you, now is it? If I see you starting I'll try not to hit you." He told her, smirking. Glancing around him, his right hand instantly went up to a large scar that ran from the tip of his hair line, all the way to the middle of his neck. Most never noticed it, as it was right beside his ear, and was normally hidden with a helmet. Running one finger down his scar, he realized what he had done and pulled his hand back down.

Lucy Drowd

Talking to: No one
At: Pits, walking.
Mood: Eh.
Thoughts: Bloody head.

Lucy walked slowly through the pits, shuffling her rough cowgirl boots in the dirt. Kicking up a little bit of dust, she cleaned her wound with a wet towel, dabbing it until it stopped bleeding. She was used to blood. And stuff, being around the worst of accidents all her life. As the cut ran out of blood, she tossed the towel into a trash can, not missing a step. As she walked past trailers, she watched for the bikes. One thing she loved to do. Fix up the bikes, and study them.

(Lucy's is short. Anyone can talk to her...)

[g i n g e r.]

{Sorry, I'm gonna have to quit. I'm in too many quick-paced RPs to have time for this one, where it isn't nearly as active... Sorry! And have fun :3}

[Toma.]

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