The Midnight Club

[Michael_Payne]

When the sun goes down.
Another world awakes.
An underground syndicate.
They hit empty spots throughout the globes' major cities.
Then they are gone.
The smell of burning rubber and nitrous are all that remain.
This is known only to victims and racers as the Midnight Club.

So in this rp, you are a street racer in the Midnight Club, racing for cash, pinkslips, girlfriends, respect or whatever else you have to offer. We will race in three different cities: Los Angeles, Miami and Marysville (where I live...). I am allowing each of you to start out with a maximum of five thousand dollars, one girlfriend, and one car all ready tricked out. The rules are simple:
- No infinite NOS
- No futuristic crap (lazers, flying cars, cyborgs ect.)
- No fantasy crap (this is this day in age - the 21st century)
- If you race for pinkslips, the loser HAS TO GIVE HIS CAR TO THE WINNER
- The same goes for money or girlfriends or whatever else, the loser has to give it up.
- No spamming or bullsh*t like that
- Yes I am allowing guns and drugs, or else this would not be interesting
- That reminds me, you can race for drugs too!!!
- The last thing I request is that you check your spelling and grammar. I will not tolerate bad spelling, grammar or rping, I will have an administrator take you out.

Below are the meeting spots for races, you will meet at one of these locations and nowhere else:

- Thriftway store parking lot
- Feed & Speed back parking lot
- Mall parking lot
- Fred Meyer parking lot
- Abandoned drag strip

The following is a list of popular racing spots where we will race at:

- The abandoned drag strip
- Drag strip alongside of freeway
- State St. drag strip
- 4th avenue drag strip
- Washington Beach drag strip
- Downtown Miami drag strip
- Downtown L.A. drag strip

I need the following information for your character:

Name:
Age:
Ethnicity:
Car:
Girlfriend(s):
Cash:

Name: Danny Smith
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Irish
Car: a red 1985 VW Golf GTi - turbocharged with 50 shot NOS.
Girlfriend: Vanessa - A very hot latina girl who works as a tuner model.
Cash: $5,000

[Kewell]

Name: Reese Jackson
Age: 22
Ethnicity: English
Car: Yellow 2003 Mitsubishi Evo. Many modifcations, estimated 400bhp (see pictures below)
Appearence: Stands 6'1ft tall, athleticly muscular build. Lightly tanned skin, tattoo on the back of his neck, pair of angel wings, also has 'LUFC' tattoo'd on his right forearm (for facial features see picture to the left) Wearing white t-shirt, faded jeans, adidas trainers. Has a diamond earing in his left lobe.
Girlfriend(s): None
Cash: $4,500

(hope ya don't mind me adding a lil something to the character info, will post later when others do)

[Michael_Payne]

A little red VW Golf drifts into the parking lot behind the mall and rolls to a stop with a slight dip forward from the Neuspeed racing shocks. A silhouetted figure steps out, followed by the blaring sound of trance music. The door shuts and the trance music is cut out by the sound of other nearby racers approaching.

[Kewell]

Reese looks at his watch as he gets out of the shower. Slowly the hands approach the 12...both of them almost racing to get there. Drying himself off he got dressed, simple white t-shirt, trainers and beige combat trousers. Stepping out of his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him he made his way to the lift.

Once inside he clicked the button for the car park, feeling the gentle dizziness being in a lift brings on. Stepping out his eye's were instantly locked on his pride and joy. Walking upto it, his eye's running over every inch of it. Clicking the key the lights flashed and the alarm bleeps signaling that it was unlocked.

Hopping in and securing the harnesses Reese pushed the key in and turned it. Suddenly the quiet car park was alive with the sound of the expertly tuned engine and the strong bubbling from the HKS exaust. Pushing it into gear he eased it out of it's place and slowly towards the exit. Once outside he looked each way, the streets were empty and quiet. Flicking a switch on the centre panel the underside of the car was eluminated with a pulsing yellow neon. Grinning to himself his gently streak ended, letting the clutch go he planted his foot and sped off towards the meet...

(Hey michael could u up ur font a bit..i can't read it)

[Michael_Payne]

Three silhouetted cars, each pulsing with a soft blue light from beneath the chassis, speed towards the meet. Their AEM exhaust systems crackle in the quiet yet warm city air. The silhouetted figure leans against his VW Golf and folds his arms, waiting for these three racers to arrive.
As they do so, the silhouetted figure reaches into the window of his car and turns down the music, then steps away from it and approaches the three cars, which, underneath a nearby streetlight, turn out to be three 2003 Honda Civics, each of them fully tricked out with Veilside body kits, the soft blue neon lights beneath the chassis, fully tinted windows and Veilside head and tail lights. Each also had their own large Veilside racing wing, mounted to the backs of their trunks, racing hoods from AEM, and Enkei wheels with Veilside street slicks.

"Impressive...somewhat."

The silhouetted figure approaches one of the drivers and stands face to face with him.

"Mikey Shuei. I thought I told you to stay off my turf. We had a deal."

"I've come to change that Danny. This..." The driver waves his hand at the parking lot. "...will soon be mine. Tonight. We race for turf. If I win, I get all of your meeting spots, your racing spots, all that good sh*t. If you win, you get mine. Fair enough." "No." The silhouetted figure, apparently named Danny, folds his arms across his chest and leans back against his VW Golf again. The driver, apparently named Mikey Shuei, shakes his head and leans on the hood of his Honda.

[Boccob_001]

Name: Nikko
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Asian
Car: 1991 silver Honda Civic hatchback - turbocharged with 50 shot NOS
Girlfriend: None
Cash: $5,000

Nikko

[Michael_Payne]

Thrusting himself up into a standing position, his arms folded across his chest, Mikey cracked an evil grin. "I'll see you later tonight. We WILL race so be ready to have your ass handed to you." Danny scratched the back of his head and thrusted himself up from his leaning position. "Yeah, you're gonna need more than that Civic." Mikey cracked an evil grin again and seated himself on the Recaro racing seat in his car. Poking his head out the window, with a serious look, he said, "I got somethin' for yuh." With that, the three Civics screeched off across the dark parking lot, the street lights catching the metallic black carbon fiber body kits from time to time as the three cars disappeared, their only trace - the sound of AEM exhausts crackling through the warm nighttime air.

[Boccob_001]

A little silver Honda Civic hatchback sprints across the mall parking lot, coming from the direction in which the three Honda Civics disappeared. From beneath the chassis comes a soft blue neon light. The car drifts around a planter and rolls to a stop next to the VW. The driver revs the engine and the AEM exhaust crackles in the air. The soft sky blue head lights die out as the driver shuts the Civic off and steps out.
Beneath the street light, he is revealed to be a young asian male about 19 years of age, with dirty blonde hair spiked to the high heavens and a blue Hondata shirt on as well as dark blue baggy jeans and black DC shoes.

"Who the hell was dat?"

[Michael_Payne]

Danny approached the asian kid and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, I just ran into some Triads from over on the east side. They want to race for turf. Apparently they'll be back to race us tonight." Reaching through his window, Danny turned the music back up a little bit.

[Kewell]

Roaring towards the meet point, the engine and exaust making the quiet streets noisy. Reaching over to the centre console, placing his mix CD into the glowing Kenwood headunit before clicking play. The car came alive with the sound of Linkin Park, he'd always loved this music, perfect for fast driving. As he drove he briefly noticed 3 Honda Civic's roll by, tricked out in veilside kits.

Approaching the meet he dropped a gear and planted his foot. The Evo responding instantly as he pulled into the empty car park. Despite the fact that his car was his pride and joy he loved nothing more than to thrash it around. Seeing 2 other cars at the other end of the car park he pulled up quickly, parking just in front of them before hopping out.

"Alright boys, whats shakin?" Walking around, leaning against the bonnet of the evo, music still being pumped through the 12 in-car speaker and 3 12inch subs....

[Michael_Payne]

Unfolding his arms from his chest, Danny whips out two wads of money. "We each put down two grand. We race in downtown LA. Winner takes all." Leaning on the hood of his VW, Danny reaches around through the driverside window and drops the cash on the dash. Folding his arms across his chest, Danny scratches the back of his head again. "However...there is one problem. The god damn triads want to race us for turf tonight."

[Boccob_001]

Pulling out a wad of cash, Nikko flips it through his fingers and leans on the hood of his Civic. "What duh hell do they want our turf for?" Dropping the cash on the hood of his car, Nikko thrusted himself up from the hood of his Civic and reached through the driverside window to start it up. As he did so, the soft blue neon light washed out onto the ground from beneath the chassis, giving the ground around the car an electrifying glow. At the same time, trance music blared from the two 15 inch Sony Xplod sub-woofers.

[Kewell]

Opening his passenger side door he slipped into the leather and alcantra racaro race seats. Keying in the code on the centre console mounted key pad the glove box dropped open. Inside were CD's, shades, a gun and his cash. Reaching for the cash he counted out 2 large and closed the glove box. Getting out of the car, closing the door behind him, Reese walked over to danni. "We need a 4th before we do this, ya know i only race in 4's danni."

Waiting for his responce as other racers, mainly people who just came to watch, started to arrive. "Or we could just race the triads...i don't mind. I came to race and pantsing those f**kin triads would do me fine.."

[Michael_Payne]

As a few other street racers gather around, Danny reaches through the driverside window of his VW Golf and snatches up a black zip-up hoodie [hooded sweater] with the Neuspeed logo on the back of it. Pulling it over his torso, he zips it up just a little bit and then glances at Reese. "We're doing this a little bit different tonight. There are three of us and three of those Triads. It's perfect. Us three verse those three. This is how it's gonna be: Whoever wins from our syndicate, gets to keep his cash along with the other two racers' cash as well as all of the Triads' cash. Thats twelve grand right there. But if the Triads win, they get all three of our wads AND our turf. It's *****ing nuts, putting our turf on the line like that, but I'm gonna do it." Danny leans on the hood of his car again.

[Kewell]

Thinking for a moment he turned towards his car and thought for a moment. "Wait why are we racing each other? They got 3 we got 3. Each of us races 1 of them. Best of 3 races, winning team takes the turf and the cash. We all stick our cash and their's into a pot and the winning team takes the pot..thats 4k each and turf if we win." Turning back to his car he looked it up and down, grinning. "..Besides if what your saying is what it's sounding like you want 6 cars racing at one time...we ain't got any roads that could get 6 cars on it..4 year but never 6.." Leaning back against the evo, music still pumping out of the sound system...

[Boccob_001]

Nikko steps forward, his arms folded across his chest. "Yeah. He's right. Six cars at once could be a disaster. We should just have three sets of races. Each of us race against one of them." Suddenly, ringing comes from Nikko's pocket. He pulls out a Virgin Mobile cell phone and flips it open. The screen and buttons glow a flourescent blue as he presses the talk button. "Hello. Yeah. No, we're over behind the mall. Yeah, we're about to head out there right now. Oh, yeah Danny alrea'y ran into 'em. Yeah." *Click* Nikko closes the phone with a flip and drops it in his right pocket. "They're alrea'y out there at the spot. They say the Triads are there too."

[Michael_Payne]

Dropping into his Sparco racing seat, Danny revved the engine a couple of times and turned the music up a bit more. Closing the door, he buckled his 5-point racing seat-belt and poked his head out the window. "Well, I guess we better get rollin' then. You guys know how it's goin' down. I'll see you there." With that, Danny and a few other racers sprinted off across the parking lot, into the night, the neon lights beneath their cars illuminating the ground as they go and the exhaust systems crackling in the quiet city air.

[Kewell]

Nodding as Nikko puts his phone down Reese walks around to the drivers side door and opens it. Securing his harnesses he turns the key, reving it before pushing it into gear and pulling away quickly. The exaust bubbling, the dump valve hissing with every gear change.

Pulling out of the car park Reese puts his foot down, the speedo flying past the 80mph mark. Pulling up along side danny. Turning his head Reese grins and plants his foot, pulling into the distance. The track now changes, Ludacris, act the fool blasts from the 16 speakers and 3 subs...

[VW_Racer]

Name: Blog
Age: 25
Ethnicity: British
Car: silver VW Golf GTi - turbocharged with 100 shot NOS
Girlfriend: None
Cash: $5,000

Blog

At some nearby gas station, modified cars pack into the parking spaces, a crowd of nameless people inspect each one, seeing who has new racing seats, dashboard gadgits, body kits, neon light kits, wheels, and sound systems. Racers stand around, exchanging gossip of what has gone down since the last time they met.
Across the street, another crowd of racers stand around infront of a 7-Eleven, also exchanging gossip, inspecting several modified cars, and grabbing cokes, coffees, donuts and chocolate from inside the store. Some of them are anxious to go while others are happy to wait, but noone goes anywhere. Several people come and leave. Others are saying there is still stacks of time yet, it is early. A few racers drift by on the street, heading to other gas stations packed with racers.
One particular racer, a blonde haired chap sitting in a silver VW Golf, gets a phone call that warns of another call soon with word of the final destination. A few minutes later, after a few racers come and go and a couple of street bikes race by, the racer gets another phone call that signals to the spot. Opening a secret panel in the dash, he slides the phone in and closes it. Then he radios in to another racer with word of the destination and soon everybody gets into their cars and heads out.

[Michael_Payne]

At the spot, tuner cars lined both sides of the street. A grassy hillside suddenly became filled with hundreds of people, watching the street as several cars raced by. A couple of psychos on street bikes race by, doing insane wheelies. Cheers and photographs. The crowd on the street closes in as more tuner cars slice by, inches from spectator flesh. The smell of exhaust and rubber are strong in the air.
Danny pulls up somewhere at the west end of the street, creeping his way through a crowd of spectators just arriving. Trance music blasts out of two '15 Sony Xplod competition speakers in the back of his VW. He revs the engine a bit and the Borla stainless steel exhaust system crackles into the air. The crowd splits and Danny rolls through onto the street. He sits and watches a few races. Toyota vs. Mitsubishi. Mustang vs. Camaro. Camaro vs. Nissan. Honda vs. VolksWagen. Camaro vs. Acura. Acura vs. Mitsubishi. Then, finally, a little black Acura Integra pulls up next to him and the driver flips a wad through his fingers. "Three G's dawg." Danny flips a wad through his fingers and revs his engine. The Acura revs his engine and the DC cat-back exhaust system crackles a bit. People draw into the streets to see the two cars. The starter lifts his hands and spectators begin to scoot back. Another guy, standing next to the starter, holds wads of cash, which pile up with bets until the starter drops his hands and the two cars squeal off into the night, the spectators closing in behind them to see who wins.
Danny drops the clutch into second...third...fourth, using the double clutching technique. The Acura falls behind a bit but the driver drops it into fifth gear and catches up. Danny hits a NOS button on the steering wheel and jets off, leaving the nameless racer in a haze of burning nitrous and carbon monoxide.

Current Cash: $8,000

[Boccob_001]

Nikko pulls up through the west end of the street, the crowd splitting again, and stops just behind two cars which are about to race. The crowd in the streets back up to the street's perimeters as the starter lifts his hands. The two cars, a Honda Civic type R and a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo IV, rev their engines, the exhaust systems crackling, and the starter drops his hands. The two cars slice by, inches from spectator flesh. More cheers and photographs.
Nikko, still sitting in his car, sees Danny down at the east end of the strip and sprints off in his direction. There are more cheers as his little Honda Civic screams by.

[Kewell]

Soon after Reese saw the lights, heard the noise and smelled the burning tyres in the air. Smiling he revved the evo, an almight roar coming from the exaust and engine. The crowd parting, cheering and looking on in awe as the Reese pulled through. Winking at a couple of girls along the way to find a spot to park.

Pulling into a empty place near the action he got out, leaving the system on full tilt. Walking around, sitting on the front of the car he waits for his go at the triads. The cars flying past catching his attention, as well as the scantily clad women.

[Michael_Payne]

At the east end of the street, Danny retreives his prize money from the nameless racer and plops into the driver seat and revs the engine a little. Seeing Nikko pulling up, Danny gets back out of the car and approaches Nikko's Civic. "I'm gonna go find a place to park. I'll talk to yuh when I get settled." With that, Danny hops back in and revs the engine a few more times before sprinting off down the road, back towards the west end.

[VW_Racer]

Pulling up to the spot through a dark alleyway, the blonde chap revs his engine and the GReddy exhaust system gives a healthy scream. Rolling out from the alleyway, he cruises down the side of the road, infront of the hundreds of parked tuner cars, until he finds a spot between a black Mitsubishi 3000 GT VR-4 and a little red Honda Civic type R. Unstrapping his three point racing seat belt, he flips a switch on the dash and a neon purple light comes to life from beneath the chassis of his car. He rolls the windows down and flips his sound system on. Rave music thumps from two '12 Lightning Audio subs in the back.
Getting out, the blone chap leans on the hood of his car and watches as two cars, a yellow Toyota Celica and a silver Mitsubishi Eclipse, fly past, engines screaming and exhaust systems pumping out the fresh smell of burning nitrous and carbon monoxide. As they pass, he glances across the street to lay eyes on a yellow Mitsubishi Lancer Evo parked with some English-looking chap resting on the hood.

[MutantMonkee05]

Name: Ryan Jensen
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Swedish
Car: Blue w/ Black carbonfiber hood and wing 2004 Mitsubishi Lancer powered by a Jap spec Evo 7 engine
Girlfriend(s): Alexis, sweet brown hair brown eyed Polish girl here on a student Visa
Cash: 5,000


The dark blue and black lancer was a late addition to the crowd but hey, he had money and a worth car so he was game. He wasnt really looking to race but he pulled in to the parking lot anyway. The Neuspeed shockes helped this drift car hug the road and the Streetglow blue Neon was just for affect. The black carbon fiber rims slowed to stop and the doors opened. The driver and his passenger stepped out. The driver was a young Swedish guy with brown hair and bright green eyes who wore a pair of jeans and a black Story of the Year shirt on toped off with a pai go black and white Osiris showes. The passenger was a Petite girl of 18 she wore a white spagettie strap shirt and a pari of tight blue jeans her hair was cut short and tied back in a tight pony tail.
"Hey wahts up man?"He walked up to danny and introduced him self as Ryan.