Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-4681758-20140320233807

Ciarán was in the garage of his brother's Reilly's house, tinkering and making adjustments on The Pale Horse. And as usual, Rose was there to pick apart everything that could go wrong with his plans.

"Ciarán, this is easily the second worst idea you have ever had.  Right behind-"

"One, I know what you're going to say, and you made just as much of a mistake as I did, if not more.  Secondly, I'm not a huge fan of this plan, either."

"So why go through with it?  I mean, you're a great biker, but this isn't your kind of thing."

"You saw what happened after the last A-500, Rose.  Property damage, civilian injuries, and the cops shooting racers dead certainly didn't help."

"And, your solution to minimize the damage is to take part in the race yourself?"

"Hence why I'm not in love with this plan."

At that moment, Ciarán Scroll rang, and he received a message from the people in charge of the race: "Mr. Abraham. 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 "

"Well, I'm committed to it now..."