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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 25, 2006 7:00:04 GMT -5
"Yup," Chris said, lifting her visor up to look at Tash. "Chest taped down, hair pinned up, I think I'm good. I'm just glad I don't have curves," she laughed. She looked over at Layla and gave her a thumbs up and a wink.
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Post by Layla on Jun 25, 2006 21:19:06 GMT -5
As they got into their places, Layla smirked as she pulled in next to Riven. She was all-too tempted to lift her visor and stick out her tongue at him, although that wouldn't be a very good display of sportsmanship. Still . . . she so wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face, although, how sticking out her tongue and acting childish herself would accomplish that was beyond her.
It was just that he was so irritating; in fact, it actually made her skin crawl the way he thought he had already won this race. The way he sat on his bike in that high-and-mighty manner as though he was a king in the midst of a bunch of peasants. It was enough to make a person sick.
Oh, she was going to show him all right - and she was going to love every damn minute of it.
Crouching into position, Layla gripped her bike's handles as her body tensed in anticipation of the gun to fire to signify the start of the race.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 25, 2006 21:22:55 GMT -5
Christine lifted her visor and glanced about to see where Sky was placed. Oh, she so wanted to kick his butt. The machismo she had to put up on a daily basis was starting to grate on her nerves. She was going to have to kick his ass if she was going to last another day.
She lowered her visor again and nestled herself into position. This was going to be an interesting day.
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Post by Riven on Jun 25, 2006 21:28:21 GMT -5
It was showtime. His soon to be crowning moment. Riven smirked as he scanned his opponents, if they could even be called that, through his visor. In his opinion, it was a pretty scraggly bunch of competitors - winning would be a breeze. Honestly, he didn't even need to try. No one here had even the slightest fraction of the skill that he possessed. In fact, he wasn't even here to compete against these losers. He was competing against himself; he wanted to see if he could beat his time from the previous year - a time that had set a record.
With an inward laugh, Riven glanced out of the corner of his eye at Layla, who was positioned on her bike beside him. She had been the only female brave enough to join the race. He had to at least give her credit for that. But she was too cocky. She thought she was better than she was - at least when he acted brashly, it was because he wasn't just talk. Shaking his head, Riven grinned. The pretty little tough girl princess was going to be in a for a lesson today.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 25, 2006 21:32:12 GMT -5
Christine glanced up to see where Riven was, and noticed he was next to Layla. Heh, he probably thought Layla was the only female in the race. Little did he know that she and Tash were in the race as well and were eager to show him that they could talk the talk and walk the walk.
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Post by Riven on Jun 25, 2006 22:12:02 GMT -5
Riven laughed as he entered the last stretch of the race. This was it. He was almost there. He could see it now - the finish line. It was just up ahead. Just within his reach. And then the trophy and the glory would be all his.
As Riven sped down the track, he did a fancy dip. For the audience, of course. It was all for show and besides, it wasn't as though there was any chance of him losing. All the other competitors were far behind him-
Out of nowhere, Riven heard a sudden whoosh of air pass him. His stomach sinking, Riven watched in disbelief as two bikes roared passed him so fast that he couldn't make out their numbers on the backs of their uniforms. Quickly snapping himself out of his momentary shock, Riven revved his bike as he followed them in hot pursuit. Muttering under his breath, Riven snapped hotly, "Oh, hell no . . ."
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Post by Layla on Jun 25, 2006 22:23:38 GMT -5
Knowing that she had left Riven behind in the dust, Layla let out a loud, exuberant shout as she crouched more deeply over her bike. This was it. She really was going to win. There was no way that Riven could catch up with her now. No way in hell.
Caught up in the thrill of the speed and the deafening roar of her bike beneath her, a sudden thought came into Layla's head. What would shatter Riven's ego more than to know not only that he had lost to a girl - but to know that that girl had also broken his record.
She could do it. If she pushed now, she could do it. And then, her victory would be all the more sweet. With a determined grin, Layla kicked it up a notch as she felt her bike gain more and more speed. It was a dangerous game she was playing, she knew. At any moment, she could lose control and go crashing to her death. But she loved the risk. She loved walking on the wild side. It made her feel alive.
Shooting far ahead of the other competitors, Layla felt her legs tremble as squeezed her muscles against her bike for leverage. Just a little more, she murmured as she increased her speed. "Come on, baby," she whispered to her bike. "Just a little farther." Narrowing her eyes, Layla watched as the finish line came closer and closer. It was all she could see at that moment. Nothing else seemed to exist. The roar of her bike fell away. The cheers of the crowd faded. It was just her, the bike, and the finish line.
And then suddenly, it was gone. The finish line was gone. And then the sounds came crashing back. The cheers and the shouts and the realization that she had won. She had crossed the line.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 26, 2006 7:07:01 GMT -5
Christine let out a silent cheer as Layla crossed the finish line a full two minutes before her and a good five minutes before Riven. As soon as she crossed the finish line, she was off her bike and giving Layla a hug. "Girl," she said quietly, lifting her mask so only Layla could see her face. "We so kicked Riven's ass."
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Post by Layla on Jun 26, 2006 9:04:03 GMT -5
Layla grinned as she fully pulled off her helmet and shook her chocolate brown hair free. "Oh, we sure did," she replied with a merry laugh as she rubbed the tops of her sore legs. "I still can't believe that we pulled it off." With a wink, she added, "Although the next question is will we make it off this track alive because don't look now, Riven is heading this way. And he looks, well, pissed."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 26, 2006 9:06:02 GMT -5
Christine removed her helmet as well, and her hair came tumbling down. A few hints of the colored locks to come glistened in the light. "He'll get over it. I hope," she admitted. She adjusted her helmet so it was resting against her hip and she smiled. "So, Layla, how much do you think we could spend at dinner?" she asked softly.
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Post by Riven on Jun 26, 2006 14:48:32 GMT -5
As he crossed the finish line and came to a skidding halt, Riven jumped down from his bike and jerked off his helmet, his narrowed eyes and ferocious scowl making it blatantly clear that he was beyond furious. Determined to know who had beaten him, Riven strode toward where two bikes had already pulled to a stop long ago; all too ready to send them some biting remarks, Riven stopped short as he watched as the two competitors pull off their helmets . . . and revealed long, flowing hair. Girls. He had been beaten by girls.
Turning red, Riven clenched his jaw as he felt a wave of humiliation flow over him. He would never live this down. It was bad enough to lose, to have someone beat his record - but to be beaten by girls . . . it was unthinkable. His 'friends' were going to have a field day. Great. Just great.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the audience in the stands, Riven exhaled shakily. They were laughing. At him. And they would laugh even more if he threw a fit. No, it was better if he just approached the pair, 'congratulated' them and pretended to be a good sportsman. Squaring his jaw, Riven held his head high as he walked jauntily over to where the girls were standing. Noticing at once that one of them was Layla, Riven felt his temper boil once more, but he pushed past it and said through gritted teeth, "Congratulations."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 26, 2006 14:55:05 GMT -5
"Thank you, Riven," Christine said, smiling prettily. "Now, where is Sky?" she asked, peering over Riven's shoulder. "He was supposed to be in the race, after all Brandon, Sky and I had a bet going, well, Layla, Tash and I representing the girls." She was quite eager to see the look on Sky's face.
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Post by Sky on Jun 26, 2006 15:53:56 GMT -5
As Sky crossed the finish line, he smiled, feeling quite pleased with his results. Fourth. So it wasn't exactly the best and he wouldn't be taking home even a bronze trophy, but hey, he had beaten out a good number of other competitors and that gave him quite enough satisfaction. He wasn't at all like Riven when it came to things like this; Riven had to be the winner or else - as for him, he was more of a go with the flow type of guy. In his opinion, there wasn't any need in getting too flustered about something that wasn't really that important. He didn't need the validation of a trophy to know his worth - something Riven obviously had yet to learn.
Jumping down off his bike, Sky cast a quick glance around as he looked for Riven, who he imagined was probably gloating over his victory, because more likely than not, he had won. In fact, he was probably getting his picture taken with his gold trophy right at that very moment.
With a shrug, Sky turned away from the track and began to make his way toward the stands. He was hungry from all the racing and if he knew one thing about the Day of the Rose, there was always good food nearby.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 26, 2006 15:55:39 GMT -5
Christine spotted him heading for the stands and excused herself from Layla and Riven. She raced over and promptly leapt on his back, something she did when she was smaller and lighter. "Hey," she chirped in his ear.
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Post by Layla on Jun 26, 2006 18:30:51 GMT -5
Knowing that Riven's ego was being badly bruised, Layla struggled to suppress her smile. Yes, it was probably a little mean-hearted that she was taking this much pleasure in watching him seethe, but he deserved it, she rationalized to herself. In fact, she had probably done him a much needed favor by beating him; maybe now he'd start to see that his sex wasn't the only one that could walk the walk.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Layla finally replied in a nonchalant tone, "Thank you, Riven; you raced very well." Unable to contain her mirth any longer, Layla hid her laughter behind her hand as she choked out, "I guess today was just an off day for you."
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