Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20150129150708

The door of wreckage was cracked open by force.

It didn't look good.

two men with a stretched ran passed Hanna.

"Careful..."

"I got him."

She looked on as the medical detail did its work.

Eirik's body or well... what remained of it was badly burned. Half of the face seemed to completely black, but because the whitecoats kept blocking her view she didn't have a clear look.

One of them looked at the side to another one, and simply shook his head.

Hanna didn't know what to think, the only thing she knew was that a sudden and deep sadness fell on her.

As she snickered and held one hand infront of her mouth.

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"And the winner is The Silverblood from Team Arramanti!!!"

Even though there was a victory and the crowd cheered there was some commotion near the seats where the Tirbaun from team Sevanici had blown up.

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A man dressed in expensive clothes walked into the commentators booth.

"Mister Tirbaun." The announcer noticed.

The Imperial had been waiting on his boss to come in and give him instructions.

"What do I do now... The Tirbaun of t-"

He seemed to ask in a frantic manner. But the wealthy Breton shut him up.

"Don't say anything about the death of the pilot? you hear!"

"The death of the... oh gods..." The announcer sank into his seat.

"We've had accidents before, but no deaths..."

"No indeed." The Breton seemed serious.

"There's too much money riding on this, MY sponsored car went up in flames and MY grand prix is in danger because of that. I'm merely doing damage control now. The world doesn't need to know that a man was killed today. So... Not a word about it. Got it?"

The announcer seemed a bit hesitant at first but eventually nodded.

"Yes... Mister Tirbaun. I'll keep quiet about it."