Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-7838080-20140319042409

Marissa was alone in her garage with Stell Lion, making adjustments to the bike, knowing that the Abyssylon 500 was coming up soon and she'd need every advantage she could get. That is, if she was even invited to be in the race. She wouldn't be happy if she was snubbed.

Three years of hard labor, sweat, and sacrifice for nothing...ohhh boy will I b-

Her thought was interrupted with a sharp DING, and she picked up her scroll to see what was the cause of the noise. Whatever it was, it certainly got her attention.

She checked it. "Ms. Jager. You have been invited to attend a lunch in regards to the upcoming race. Meet at the Golden Boar at noon sharp, asking for table twelve. We'll see you soon. - A-500 "

Marissa blinked for a moment, but then cut loose a cheer and pumped her robotic fist in triumph. She yelled, "Yes! Yes! YES! Abyssylon 500 here I come!"