Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141224011033

"Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the third annual Tirbaun-Chorrol Grandprix anno 230!" An announcer's voice sounded from the brass speakers posted all around the city, as a way to give live coverage over the entire track.

"As you some of you can see, the racers are now preparing themselves for the grand race!"

Eirik looked back for a moment, through his big racing goggles, he saw Hanna standing at the sidelines.

The sound of engines and a cheering crowd made his blood pump.

"Pilots... Prepare to race!" The announcer declared as a man wih a flare pistol walked towards the site of the track, ahead of all the cars.

Eirik clenched his hands around the wheel. making the leather from his gloves squak somewhat.

Everything seemed to fade away around him. He could feel his heart drum into his chest. Almost to the point where he could get nauseous.

3 - 2 - 1 - ... GO!

The man next to the track shot the flare high and up and into the sky.

What followed was the loudest thing you could imagine.

All 15 motor cars, soaring into life and the sound of tires spinning heavily over the cobblestone streets of Chorrol's Main road.

The thrumming was so loud, you could even hear it from inside the tavern. Which caused some of the patrons to laugh, because they knew exactly what it meant.

One of them in near the bar mentioned: And there they go...

"And they are off!" The announcer sounded gleefully into the brass tube infront of him.

"The 230 grand prix is under way!!!"

"This is the first race in a week full of racing madness. The track will change every day and get more daring than the next."

"And it seems Team Arramanti took first place already!"

"Followed closely by Team Sevanici!"

As Hanna heard that Eirik was in second place her fears were confirmed. He was going to push the car to the limit... Even though they both didn't know what it was.