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[red_maverick]

Who: Zero and Dynamo, open for spectators
When: 10/18, 11pm
Where: The intersection of 7th St. and Lemon Ave.
What: Talk is cheap. Zero challenges Dynamo to a race.
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[silver_reign]

He was smoking on a cigarette. His bike was parked next to a group of motorcycles, and thus easily overlooked. In fact, he was there to watch Zero arrive and the crowd gather. A sly grin crossed his face as he stepped up behind his opponent.

Taking in a long drag, he flicked the cigarette aside.

"Well if you really want me to~" Of course he liked to play jokes and games, so making a crude remark to Zero's question couldn't be passed up.

[red_maverick]

Zero turned at the comment and, for a moment, looked surprised. The corner of his mouth cocked up in a smirking smile. "Playing that game, huh?" He downed the rest of his coffee, crumpling the cup and tossing it into a streetside trash bin. "So, you ready to show me something good?"

[silver_reign]

He threw his hands into his coat pockets and leaned back a bit. His eyes glanced up to the sky for a moment, before he returned his attention back to Zero.

"Well of course. Where is it we were to start?" He lofted a brow.

[red_maverick]

"Right here's as good a place as any." Zero stepped over to his bike, setting a hand on it. He looked up, and a couple of race regulars were already getting some of the usual stuff ready. "I guess they want to make this 'official.' Wanna give 'em a few minutes? Quite a turnout once they get a checkered-flag girl out on the blacktop." He chuckled quietly, his eyes darting around the growing mass again.

[red_maverick]

Minutes and road passed. Zero lost count of the beacons. He simply let the road lead him. He still removed himself from things slightly, forgetting to care about the race or his opponent. He reached that lucid state that usually won him races. It was a state of mind he only fell into during two things - racing and kendo. Either way, he seemed to slip into a state of being that took naturally to the task at hand.

His body felt one with his bike, maneuvering tightly and balancing perfectly, through the twisted road. Ahead, it was finally stretching into a wide turn, then to another straightaway. He took notice of the next beacon.

[silver_reign]

In all truth, Dy had also lost track of how many beacons had passed. Not only that he really didn't know when this race was supposed to end. So as such, he'd occassionally have to take a glance over with his eyes, just a quick peek so he wouldn't fly off the road or anything similar.

His heartbeat was quicker than normal, as he felt that rush he only got when things were truly exciting for him. It hardly ever happened these past few years as his last school, not much was a competition for him.

The outcome of this race meant little to him. He was unsure of how many opponents Zero raced that kept neck and neck to him, but it didn't matter. The fact he had an opponent who kept him going, was the real treat. It gave Dy something to work for, should he decide to challenge Zero once more.

[red_maverick]

The turn was wide enough that Zero barely even took notice of it. He finally was in his element, which was certainly a testament to how unnerving Dy could be. Something in him was even comfortable with having a close win - Dy had certainly put up enough fight to earn that much. When he hit the straightaway, Zero knew that it was pretty much a clear shot from here to the goal.

He noticed his bike slowing down just a touch, and realized he was actually getting too comfortable in his position. Refocusing his vision on the horizon, his body drifted closer to the machine underneath as he readied himself to close in on the finish.

[silver_reign]

When the turns had been put aside.. Dy had actually .. lost some speed. The best thing was... while the various turns, the youth actually had the time to think things through.

He seems to be well respected around here... should I strip him of his title.. or should I let him continue to think he was the best there were...?

It was only a couple seconds difference between the two. With a heavy sigh, Dy kicked up the speed. It was a straight on finished now. His bike seemed to glide against the pavement.

He decided he'd let Zero think the win was his to claim.. and those last few seconds of the race, Dy pushed himself into what might've been a tie.

[dn_axl]

Axl's eyes widened as he watched the screen, his hands curled up into fists and held close to his chest as he leaned forward in anticipation of watching the outcome of the race on the screen.

"Come on Zero...COME OOOOOOOON." He was nearly dancing in his spot, anxious to see Zero make Dy eat his dust.

[red_maverick]

The town began passing by in a blur, as Zero sped towards the finish. Back in his own skin, his determination hit a fever pitch, and he huddled close to his baby, intent on winning this race.

Dy had put up a good challenge, and Zero knew he'd like to race him again. He hadn't been thrilled in a while; not like that, at least. His confidence grew slightly as the finish line came into sight.

[silver_reign]

He had seen that the finish line was coming up fast. He brought his body close to the bike as he sped up ever so slightly. Dy decided that he'd make Zero work hard for these last few seconds of the race.

C'mon Zero, show me what you got..

At least here in this new town.. he had some competition.

[rockman_x_light]

"Oh man come on Zero. You better win." X really didn't have any doubt, but he couldn't help but saying that. He had complete faith in that Zero would win. He hadn't ever seen Zero lose so, that would be wierd. X began to smile though, thinking about that and thinking about when he'd finally get his license...maybe he could join Zero in the racing scene someday.