Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24261822-20140414173310/@comment-7838080-20140414223220

Morela looked to the other racer, a grin on her face as she proceded to give her competition an ironic salute, revving the car's engine as the two racers got into position. The flagman got into position, Morela giving a nod as he checked to see if they were ready, the kestrel's foot positioned on the gas.

Moments later, the signal was given, and both cars leapt off of the line, engines roaring. Morela had seconds to react, and pushed the accelerator to the floorpanel, her car shooting ahead of the other as the finish line closed. Seconds later, the finish line came and she let out a whoop, putting on the brakes.

She came back towards the starting line, cheers assailing her as she rolled down her window to pump a fist in triumph. Her car's rumbling engine sounded like celebratory music to her ears.