Inspiration, it was laying in a somber sleep, only to be refueled again once Xander decided it was time to call upon the digits to meet up with the two vixens. However, he figured it was best not to question. He remembered he signed up for an event, but once he got there he would see it was already starting. To his mistake, it was his fault for being late. No matter, he would messaged Jae that he was in a new location and chilled trying to stay more present in the background.
"I dunno about this a** kissing nonsense; you're welcome to watch mine from behind when I cross the finish line though!"
Finger gunning digitus and shitty extended smirk punctuate sarcasm, though no doubt invited image proved sight for sore eyes. He was known for going fast and hard regardless of a situation; liquid lightning ran through this one's veins akin to fabled Asgardian heir.
Snapdat spotlight situates upon him as buxom blonde carries on with practical jokes; a spitfire persona that had robbed the poor man of unsuspecting heart in the short time he'd known her. Fitting was feline mask, and as if to punctuate her words does tongue flicker with machine gun rapidity between index and middle finger separated in a V shape; a worldwide recognized symbol for the dastardly deviant's personal favorite meal.
"On a real note; y'all gotta check out @Ol_GREEDy_Bastard. I ain't got s**t to promote but really I'm the plug. Hit that follow button and shoot me a DM if you need that loud."
Or... anything else.
Personal thought withheld, it certainly wouldn't be said amidst livestream. Instead, patience is stretched as he awaits lilac tressed saccharine sweet Ophelia to don the mask of the glorious pumpkin queen.
Smoothly sliding into view of the camera again, visage tilts downwards to meet gilded opposites through triangular holes. rough and tumble branches each take a firm handful of pert rear within robust grasp before slick petals bless the orange surface of masquerading disguise in a quick peck. Perhaps shameless groping is what incites vulgar twitter comment; one that touches brittle nerve worn raw and agitated deep within hulking beast.
"Keep barkin' up that tree and you'll get my boot so far up your butt that you'll be able to smuggle it past Airport Security, floninja."
Shenanigans don't stop, not even when they pull up to the starting point. They weren't situated very far apart from each other; roughly five to seven feet separating each rider. Plenty of room for foul play, should it suit one's fancy. Already treks rev at the start of countdown, electricity gathered in a wild bid that would no doubt pay off. Thankfully, Gadget hadn't lined up to his left, or his right. Starting tomfoolery would be an issue that the other two riders would deal with.
3... 2... 1...-- GO!
As soon as Gadget's final word signals the start of their competition, gathered energy is released in a powerful magnetic shockwave; knockback force considerable and rapidly expanding outwards with a total radius of 8 feet. It was always best to get the party started with a couple surprises straight out the gate, right?
Immediately after shockwave detonates, lightning itself manifests from the bottom of his treks. In the blink of an eye bright crackling volts of vermilion plasma send him rocketing forward; up into the air at breakneck speed rivaling that of Mjolnir's famed bolts; some may have even mistaken him for one as Aidon eats away at the distance separating him and sweet victory. Arms tucked to either side, steelo comprised whipchord frame rides along friendly gale with body angled perpendicular with the earth to cut wind resistance.
-- ----→ {Blitzkrieg l C} -------► This trick is used to generate large amounts of electricity just beneath the user's feet. The force of surging energy will generate enough momentum and backdraft to lift them in the air, and can actually be used as a form of flight. This phenomenon that allows for the basis of Aidon's very unique [RUN] is known as electro hydrodynamic propulsion. It occurs when a stream of electricity ionises air and moves the charged ion cloud in a way and direction to transfer momentum to neutral air molecules. By Newton’s third law of motion, action is equal and opposite to reaction, and the user atop their electricity will move in the opposite direction of the ion cloud that it pushes down.
As an additional bonus, the user will reach maximum velocity with zero start up time and move at a far faster rate while propelled by the lightning; maneuvering as an erratic and oftentimes difficult to track blur during their unique form of 'lightning run'. It can be used multiple posts in a row to maintain the effect, though the stamina and wear cost must be paid with each post.
-----→{Magnetic World l C} -------► The User revs his ATs until a weak -to- powerful ( depends upon rank ) magnetic current is formed form the air in and around them. Kinji will than releases this magnetic and electrical charge outward up to a radius of twenty [20] feet at the strongest level. This skill is used to repel or push anything that has a magnetic pulse/ charge away from the center ( user ) using same charge ( like magnets ). This applies to people, electrical objects, metals, electronics, and etc. But, the user will have to apply the same charge of the repelling charge upon the intend target for this to fully work. However the flaw of this technique is that the repel is only as strong and far as the stamina put in to it. [ Magnetic Wold's Radius & Power; By Rank ] F: Two Feet; Weak [ 1 Stamina :: 2% Wear ] E: Four Feet; Above Weak [ 1 Stamina :: 2% Wear ] D: Five Feet; Below Average [ 2 Stamina :: 2% Wear ] C: Eight Feet; Average [ 3 Stamina :: 5% Wear ] B: Ten Feet; Above Average [ 4 Stamina :: 8% Wear ] A: Twelve Feet; Strong [ 5 Stamina :: 10% Wear ] S: Fifteen Feet; Powerful [ 10 Stamina :: 20% Wear ] King: Twenty Feet; Dangerous [ 15 Stamina :: 50% Wear ]
A long day of driving, and a busy crowd it had taken just to get somewhere interesting. Even with the ice cream jingle of a horn, Tabitha was having no such luck. With Mardi Gra under way, Tabby wanted to go to the parade she had heard about! It would have been a darn tootin' shame to miss out on throwing things at people! Of course from the information she had learned by a customer, her mind had went to happy land after hearing about rice throwing. She even bought a nice, large bag of the stuff! White wannabe maggots of foods! The Japanese grain of bloating and easy stuffings! Would she get 50 points for hitting someone in the head with the bag!? Poor foreigner had no clue the details at all, all naive in it's very peak. Only had she found a parking spot after 15 long minutes of finding a place by throwing screws and a line of threats concerning fish and harpoons. So busy busy! "Oooh~! All the pretty~!" Locking up the industrial truck, Tabby made way onto the grounds. The rain was no entire deal at all, as the woman was more then happy to explore... With a few victims being hit by the rice bag in the shoulders on her way in. A few gave glares, and a few confused, Tabby was more than happy to spread the cheer abouts around, taking note at the race only just beginning. How could she not throw some rice into the rainy air about it!? Ginger braids trailing along her, she would even go through a few of the crowds, golden eyes flickering in wonderment by the racers and the floats. So pink! They needed some red! The red of the enemies! Olive green and brown like carp! Uh oh... There was the fish cravings. There were no vendors... As far as she knew, selling fish. She forgot to bring some at that! Uh no... Oh no no nope nope nu-uh. Focus on another!! Another object!
The woman's eyes landed on one target, who was entranced with writing on one of them hone stuff Hmph. Was that a reporter!? A cop!? The last cop she met threatened to take her truck away! They were fun killing meanies!! His phone wasn't even as cute as hers!!! Unacceptable! With puffing up cheeks, she would make way towards the unsuspecting Xander, smacking him in the back of the head with the rice bag. "WABAM!!! 50 points for Tabby!!!!!!! Take that police man!!!!"
→ Air Treks: Leggo my Neko~!!!! ► these Stylish ATs are kitten themed and have an etched in design of catpaws with tiny decorative pieces at the toe to look like claws.. The laces and high top part of the ATs possess black and white pom poms.
► TUs: 0 ACC | 0 STR | 0 STA | 0 JMP
Inventory
|I|nventory |I|nformation
→ ► Tuning Kit
→ ► Long handled kitty faced computer bag that stores her items into.
→ ► 400LDSI NekoLG phone- A custom phone he had made by another when traveling through China. Is compact and shaped like a cat face, flashlight and camera built into the eyes.
→ ► Stabby and Jabby the harpoons of horror {PASSIVE} Most of the time these lovely weapons are left in her van. She only uses them on customers who rip her off or when self-defending her small turf of a van.
BAM! HEADSHOT. The tall figure would blink, confused as the pain swelled to his head. The rice falling to the ground, all it's momentum powered into the shockwave against his head. The ********? Who the hell was throwing a whole bag of rice at people?! He didn't drop his notebook or anything. He would hold onto that tightly. That was his living. Looking around, he would look for the target who made herself well known easily. She was celebrating. Wait, did she call him a policeman? What was he wearing that gave off that idea! Looking at the woman, he would walk over ot her. "Ummm, is there a reason why you think I am police?" he wasn't even mad about the rice. He was more insulted she thought he was police!
Protruding polyester had its padding struck by the firm touch of a woman's palm. The sting mild, pleasant, shocking but exactly unwelcomed though unwarranted. Spine cracked at an arc as polished digits reflexively brushed over the warm print against her protected flesh."Hey! b***h!~"A squeak with just a touch of honey that spoke volumes towards Sun's huffed easiness towards the blonde's not so subtle flirtations. Vocals all too familiar to the camera, her face blurred by the canine companion that'd taken the internet by storm; it wouldn't prevent onlookers online from recognizing her voice.
There wasn't a need to promote herself. Her following was large enough as it was; adding a few extra droplets into the lake wasn't going to advance it into an ocean.
Arrogance hung from her face, wicked slits focused as she took her position. Last minute quips and social media shout outs while the velvet idol dusted her mane and adjusted her hat. A few tugs of the coattails to tighten that tunic; her mark taken as she'd fall to a kneel. Leg outstretched as its twin bent into her chest. From the stretch came the dazzling full-view sight of a well-rounded posterior outlined immaculately in the strained polyester. A trained runner's pose; an exposé, but just a glimpse, at the rider's form before all of the glitz and glamour. This was her truth.
Three.
Inhale. Exhale. The earth beneath her hummed. Wheels still, nerves steeled, adrenal glands filling her person on command with its beautifully destructive toxins; the chemical that fueled her addictions.
Two.
Insignificant became the voices; all but the one sounding off. Blackened became the world through fastened lids. It all meant nothing, it all became nothing. Hyper focused. The crooning of her neon splashed motors rising as they begun to surge with life; A Lockheed Martin preparing its ascent into the Great Blue.
One.
Lids cracked to reveal glinting warfare. Trained mind mapped this race's course several times over. Lubricious asphalt at her finger tips; the production of friction would be arduous even if forced. Cold steam curled from flared nostrils as her knee rose from the ground to transition into a complete stance.
Go!
A single neon streak advanced post-haste. A cry from her air treks boomed almost screechingly at its apex as a reverb of vibrations flitted the air where she once was with its pressure. Nothing but scorched earth below, its ashen marks opaque from the dampened surface.
Dense backdrafts collided with the repelling static from its opposition, causing it to get swept away with the current before even the current itself ceased to exist; erasing the medium the remainder of that static used to travel towards the streak as it pushed on ahead. Zero to max; if you blinked then you'd miss it. Wind resistance almost a non-factor as the currents were eradicated by ever-revolving wheels. The components within the body of her devices found difficulty in birthing heat; but that hadn't been the basis of Sun's style.
Faster and faster. Supersonic strides and immeasurably rotating wheels locked her into maximum speed whilst pathing low to the ground. Thin films of wind refracted and colored the light around her person to mask it amidst a quartet of blurbs. Neon streaks of whipping fire that barreled down the course and to blot the oppositions' path to their checkpoint.
Precious nostalgia placed her back on that polyurethane track.
A giggle blossoms against the velour lining of her mouth, velvet doused in mirth. with a weighted exhale, heady and elated, Gadget seeks out his eyes. Leers with a primordial endearment behind festive guise, perception seared with a fondness she does not willingly permit. All the commemorative jollification boiled down to seconds, and Gadget, at the far end betwixt Sun and the crowd, readied scythed-spine poised in lowered crouching. Her front knee over the line whilst palms pressed to it. If this were a religion, they all kneel in worship. Dynamism and vigor brimmed, overflowth from their cups; to each their own respective praised devotion.
On the 'one' she extends both legs so that her hips are slightly higher than cotton-soft shoulders. She leans forward, shoulders parallel and the rest was slow-motioned cinema. Stuttered reels of film crackle and inflame, thunderstruck synergy booms in threatening reciprocity upon 'Go!' and whilst the others may incur the wrath of titans, she does not. Instead, strengthened agility was her waning, frame erecting, harshly kicking off the rain-slicked pavement. Subjectively immerses with the weight of her depraving insides, void limbs extended and footfalls placed in close proximity to the parade patrons.
Nubility nimbly bends, ducking under and around, windswept in the streamline of glittering grandeur. Peripheral spies the superstar, easily found in any throng of populi despite their high density. Attuned hearing keys into it, renting the rotation of cogs, the mechanism of steel whorling with every bounding rev that she aerodynamically syncs to, at least momentarily. Nylon and viscose covered pillars swiftly alternate, sprinting faster. [Amazing Forward Special]
They are cherub-like things, though awfully small in the grand scheme.
Rapidly she leans, cutting away from the smooth-running progression of Sun to wave around one grand float before another. Where others have acceleration, she ushers thought and thew; physique peaked athletic ascendency.
Attention to ultra-careful details swivels, swerving an ear to the far off Alyn and then Aidon; symphonies baptized in zeal and pomp. Gadget clings to shadows, perhaps, dwindling with the gleam of dawn. She ate the umbra fiercely and in turn, it bred her calamity, feeding her what it was that she truly hungered for: speed. Seven-eleven drowned opheliac with petrol in her lungs, ruts into the concrete, gouging the street for any spigot of advancement.
Amazing Forward Special | F -------► Stamina: 1 | Passive This basic ground technique is used for pursuit, done with the intention of aligning and then fitting oneself in the direct path behind a rider ahead. Despite its simplicity, the trick allows users to hone in and aim better with run disrupting maneuvers. Even if the ahead rider turns the user can remain aligned with them as long as they are at a close or mid ranged distance behind.
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This was quite the lovely turnout for an event she was almost close to writing off the books, literally. Had no one shown up, she was going to show these crusty Crayola colored women of rotund shapes how they weren't special alongside the crowd. Thank the stars somebody with their treks gave a damn about their elderly and out of shape, out of breath and well, out of everything I'm head a** women that felt this title of Rice Queen meant they could be late to their own damn parade. Of course, she knew it was all staged for the event, but that didn't mean inherently she could not feel this way. If she had to dress up and be there well on time, if not for the finest and provocative of vodkas, she might have kicked them all into the Southern Hemisphere. Still, there came a thought as she listened in amid her decked out Carnevale Indian costume. Some people had the right mindset and spirit about this. She was just simply going to follow suit, but in her own way.
They were well into their race. There was just some a tad slow to start and so, with her decked out feather boots and under such a festive disguise, she cared not whether they were participating or not. They had treks, after all. With all the momentum she gathered from her power walk crowd nearby, a gust of wind simply came in the form of a light shoving wall that sent this Rice thrower over the top and out into the streets of the Parade.
”Two-Hundred Points to shoving the rowdy Rice Thrower out into the race. Harumph!
She flipped the large feather hat like bangs to the hair as she went about her business. She needn't worry about them trying to attack her. The parade was sealed off by a large block of solidified air, serving as a makeshift barricade. The Over Queen was there in full spectrum after all and she was sending her lackey to monitor events.
If it's any consolation, pessao. He's no cop, but hey. I am and I'm looking to Dash.”
Alex whistled as he finally appeared to set the stage. All it took was for this colorful Masqued lady among the crowd to punt out some straggling and inebriated Rice Queens, old into their age and tuft with girth. The dresses didn't make it any better.
”You know the routine”, the Announcer screamed. ”Get those Queens to their platform!”
Alex need not be told twice. He got into his position as the siren wailed. The dash among the three was now set into gear!
Yahoo! Such a hit! Beautiful! Spectacular~! It was.... A mistake? From super happy woman Tabitha had been one moment, it was the next that made her pause on her celebration. oh?? Judging from his confused tone, Tabitha would tilt her head to the side, bringing an index finger to her lips as if to ponder her actions for but a mere moment. He was not... A cop?? Why was he writing in the middle of a fun place!? How suspicious that was! Someone could make a mistake! Of course, she wouldn't admit she had. All she did instead when he was close enough was playfully swat his arm. "Heehee~! You standing alone in big crowd writing what could be spicy things! Or worse.... Parking tickets. Tabby can smell your suspiciousness boy!" Waggling a finger at him as if scolding, Tabitha would remember her "party" bag, rushing passed him to gather up her rice. The extra rice was supposed to go with her fish for supper later on that night!!!! He could have caught it if he had been paying better attention!! oohh... The headshot though.... Too bad she didn't bring a camera!! Maybe she should apologize though and see if he had one? Empathy kicked in finally after slow realization.
Before the woman could truly apologize for their actions, they were interrupted by the presence of another. Who was stealing her lines!? Bolting to a standing position, Tabitha had been about to hiss and ask who was copying but instead of words she had been hit by an almost unseeable force of light catching her. First she was standing there the next she was on the middle of the street near another racer and behind a parade float. "Owie!!!!!!!!"
Having landed on her tush, Tabby would stand herself up, making her her air treks managed to remain intact. Her nekos paws were intact~! Goodie!! Sadly there was no time to be relieved, the sound of another male appearing before going confused to being called a "pessao." What in the holy heavens did that mean? A piss off? A peace cow? A pay sow? Luckily that distraction made her miss the fact he was a cop. Where was her rice though? Ah... Bellow all over the ground. "Party rice!!! nooooo!!!!" Wanting to jump over to it, she was being kept back by the over queens fun sucking on the matter! That was fine... She could always go find more to buy!! That thought made her calm, only paying attention to Alex once more with a bright smile. "Dash dash? Oh goody~!!" Wondering what was taking so long though for this race to start?? The answer had been clear once a few old ladies with the over queen had been brought near them. "But... Old people smell like old people!! We have to carry them!? What if her hips break!?" Thinking this, Tabitha, had oddly enough, remained optimistic. Maybe it will be fun? By this time Tabitha readied herself, dashing forward in full haste one the race had began.
→ Air Treks: Leggo my Neko~!!!! ► these Stylish ATs are kitten themed and have an etched in design of catpaws with tiny decorative pieces at the toe to look like claws.. The laces and high top part of the ATs possess black and white pom poms.
► TUs: 0 ACC | 0 STR | 0 STA | 0 JMP
Inventory
|I|nventory |I|nformation
→ ► Tuning Kit
→ ► Long handled kitty faced computer bag that stores her items into.
→ ► 400LDSI NekoLG phone- A custom phone he had made by another when traveling through China. Is compact and shaped like a cat face, flashlight and camera built into the eyes.
→ ► Stabby and Jabby the harpoons of horror {PASSIVE} Most of the time these lovely weapons are left in her van. She only uses them on customers who rip her off or when self-defending her small turf of a van.
Alyn was hardly one for putting his attention on the progress of others, only taking faint note that no other seemed to take to the skies to get where they needed to go. Grounded they were allowing him to sight the optical of light racing between the parade floats, eyes blurred briefly from the colors he would move his focal point away from the blur and towards his landing which had been a float at first, but now it was the ground. Blinking away the sight as he would land at an angle his AT's running hard as they skid along the sides of the wheels before his body twisted to straighten them out again barely losing any momentum in his landing as he would push forward with eager need. It wasn't a big deal for him to lose, considering he hardly rode as it was, but the ideal of winning was rather nice too. He didn't want to have to bow before a Rice Queen after all.
Faces pass by as a blurring cinema reel of smeared colors, crackling lightning underfoot keeping pace at blinding speed upon straightforward trajectory. To be honest, it was a struggle to keep tabs on the other three at current velocity given his inexperience; and it was all verdant gaze could do to keep tunnel vision's laser focus on the path ahead.
Stricken by inspiration lit within the well of prankster's soul, it wasn't often he had such a prominent spotlight. Squandering this rare opportunity would be unforgivable, criminal, heresy even. So it was that incubated plan finally hatches.
Trajectory shifts slightly upwards and the crackling energy carries olympic figure heavenbound; roughly twelve feet in the air. Face still masked by the digital guise of a most unamused and furious feline to anybody watching from home, immediate braking comes unexpectedly; and he hovers in one space momentarily in place atop restless and everchanging steed.
Mischievous grin splits chiseled countenance from ear to ear in trickster's masque for those watching in person however, before the backside of sweats and boxers are pulled low to hamstrings. Loose flannel is swept sideways as spine bends to display glorious full moon swaying back and forth tauntingly. Pert backside first flashed to the opposition closing in fast and surely surpassing airborn Aidon during these clownish antics, before shifting to either side of the crowd in turn.
"Woah, who let the dogs out? It's lookin' like a full moon tonight boys!"
Shouted before howling in primed exaggeration, he mimicks fabled moon drunk monster overcome by animalistic senses. Bitter and cold breeze kisses bare skin, prompting him to stow all of that junk back within the trunk it belonged.
Atmosphere shifts, displaced by the sudden burst of speed that causes a sonic boom as he yet again becomes a lightning propelled bullet zooming forward at full speed. The loud crack served to conceal cackling and unctontrolled laughter. Indeed, by the end of it torso was heaving to reclaim oxygen; ribs and cheeks sore from overexertion.
Admittedly, illusions of victory had been dashed then and there; cremated and ashes scattered to nameless wayside. The tradeoff though? Priceless. He couldn't wait to get home and see what his own a** looked like in 4k resolution. There was little doubt that adorable jack-o'-lantern would make it her screensaver, either.
-----→ {Blitzkrieg l C} -------► This trick is used to generate large amounts of electricity just beneath the user's feet. The force of surging energy will generate enough momentum and backdraft to lift them in the air, and can actually be used as a form of flight. This phenomenon that allows for the basis of Aidon's very unique [RUN] is known as electro hydrodynamic propulsion. It occurs when a stream of electricity ionises air and moves the charged ion cloud in a way and direction to transfer momentum to neutral air molecules. By Newton’s third law of motion, action is equal and opposite to reaction, and the user atop their electricity will move in the opposite direction of the ion cloud that it pushes down.
As an additional bonus, the user will reach maximum velocity with zero start up time and move at a far faster rate while propelled by the lightning; maneuvering as an erratic and oftentimes difficult to track blur during their unique form of 'lightning run'. It can be used multiple posts in a row to maintain the effect, though the stamina and wear cost must be paid with each post.
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A slipstream for all to ride but only one marked its significance. The path behind her closing as the broken wind reformed from whence there was none. Silken lavender hot on her tracks to toss the idol for an unexpected loop—someone had actually managed to trace her strides. Arrogant in her artistry, Sun sucked in a tuft of air through clenched teeth as her tongue clicked along the roof of her mouth. A fair view of her well-structured hips displayed in full hi-definition for the woman at her rear. Heat mongers at either side of her, a harem of identical idols blessed those behind her whilst following in the footsteps of their mistress.
A brief glance skyward garnered from the attention of a looming shadow above her head. Pale pairs of lumps exposed themselves to her visage; thin and dented with wrinkles like a withering apple. For that brief moment Sun had been distracted. While the man was attractive, she was not amused and gave a visible shudder—each one of her did."Whip your d**k out instead!"Her mocking voice hollered, swept away into the world as she laughed.
Man-a** wasn't really her thing.
This little moon sighting wouldn't create a lapse in her run however, and as yoga-clad legs stretched her opposition around the float Sun had a different method. Mirages skittered off in either direction while the original adorned the skies with her presence after a mighty leap. Fully yet acrobatic, her body forwarding itself into a frontal flip. A pair of mirages at her rear mimicking her flashy set of fluid motions. Her form tilting and corkscrewing three hundred-sixty degrees. Chromatic sprays of neon spilling off her person like some cyberpunk rainbow in the sky. A constant rotating, arching path allotted the clearance to maintain maximum acceleration. A momentary yet momentous sight to behold. Long legs cut the air once out of the corkscrew, a full split leading into a somersault repeated once over by both illusory Sun's. The heat gathered would be expelled to unearth one and then two more Sun's from her person. Four in totality. All the while the fearsome engines quaked the world with their heavy reverb of revving roars matching that of old muscle cars prepping for a street race.
She'd land ahead, facing forward after one final one-eighty pivot whilst aerial boosted. No traction loss despite the risky shortcut. The mirages tied to her tail all begun latching off. Dispatching themselves to Kamikaze into the competition. Comprised of heavy humid heat they'd strike and disperse like dense bursts of wind. Each one feeling like throwing your head out of a car window on a hot summer's day through Death Valley only to be greeted by oven heat instead of a cool breeze. They heat would be staggering, moxie taxing even, so as long as the lot continued pathing behind her.
All the while, Sun could see the end in the distance. Her low-riding strides aiming for that crown.
Darling daring to be bored out of one's mind looks gilt reveries in the eyne and does not falter. As is the dauntless little devil, jumping down the rabbit-hole akin to Alice, she wears a sterner masquerade, exterior made angular and wholly kinetic in greater contrast to her guised mirth. The nearest of simpers could be scarcely found as she leans, swerving through fanned plumes and all that is glittering gold. Lower still, primed physique dashes, utilizing muscle-bound legs to sprint, pushing faster than meager statistical acceleration could provide.
"Excuse me! cominggggg through~" Duck, dodge, and weave; she has bestowed an angel’s breath.
Away from her, the thirst became so very real for some. Ample display missed, as were the optical illusionary byproducts in their sudden burst of fiery heat and dehydration. Sizzling through the drizzle, muffled cries resounded as bodies dropped, some thought to be in a drunken stupor given the projectile vomit gut-blasting upon realization. None of which spied, at least not by focused eyne but later she'd review it. Laughs were sure to abound.
By the time Gadget reaches the end, leaping stride was made and she clasps the rainbow-hued flag in hand for third place. Momentum does not halt, on the contrary, curvature continues in a celebrated sojourn to leap off the head of the float, as others have done so. Soaring, rivulets waft in makeshift wings, and harshly she lands, diverging to find beloved stronghold firmly clutching her.
"Holy shitttt! That was nuts!" Harsh exhalations serenade lulling glee, petals baptize Aidon's cheek once Halloween decorum lifts slightly to do so.
The fun was over as he landed, having witnessed the blond take the flag while he fell short. Drifting along the last of the way as he dug in his pockets for his death, lips pulled tight on the butt of cancer before a cherry was blessed upon it's tip. A rise of muscle and a slow exhale as the burnt tobacco would be released into the air, deep burning gold analyzed those around him as long digits surrounded the hot cherry, "Seems I have to take a knee." he chuckled as he dipped low one knee getting torn by tar as he let an arm relax across the other. Head dipped low before rising back to his full height in one fluid motion. Arms dipped back behind broad shoulders as he stretched his upper body, "At least it killed some time." he yawned having barely broken a sweat upon his pale skin. A rueful grin stretched his lips at the bitter taste of loss that lingered on his tongue along with the taste of menthol.
