strop wrote:Considering everything, your existence is actually rather refreshing. I think the breakdown of characters here is approximately as follows:
Boy scouts: 5
A little bit loose: 13
Party animals: 8
Completely bonkers: 2
[OOC]
I am totally Scout material!!!
[BIC] Kristina watched the TG cast arrive. One of her favorite shows, despite Captain Slow and Clarkson being a part of it. Her car would not impress either of them. It was American built. In fact, it would downright soil both of their pants by Willson. Richard, on the other hand, was her car's type, though he wouldn't recognize it until he drove it. It was an American car which he loved. It was a supercar engine tuned beyond belief and turbocharged. And it was virtually
undrivable! After the segments were completed, she approached him.
"I love you!," she exclaimed. "I apreciate your own skill evaluation. Your infantile disregard for obvious danger until it finally presents itself. And you're just plain beautiful." She pulled him to her, layed a kiss on him so his wife would be jealous, and then tossed him over her shoulder in a Fireman's Carry. Of course he screamed about her being a crazy bitch while kicking his feet and flailing his arms about wildly. She took him to the drivers seat of the E30 and dropped him into the seat. "I'm going to pay you to drive this thing like you stole it. No cameras. No commentary. Of course that is entirely your choice."
The Hamster looked up at the dirty blonde, still clad in full leathers and combat boots. "Who in the bloody hell are you? And what do you mean, 'Pay me'?"
"I am Kristina Swanson, the owner of Swanson Motorsports Engineering in Atlanta, Georgia. I built this beast you're sitting in." She smirked. His eyes actually got wider, if that were even possible. "I am offering you 100k€ to make 15 laps on this. Start slow and learn the car. Every sequential lap has to be faster or you'll only get 1k€ and it will be over. What do you say?"
Richard looked her as if she were mad (which she was), thought a moment, and began to reply. As he started to speak, Clarkson spoke up instead. "You've GOT to do it, and on camera!" A classic Clarkson shit-eating grin followed. Hamster agreed, and they all laughed.
[OOC] I will finish this in a bit. Feeling a little rough and attempting this on an iPhone, which took a little over an hour.
