Racer of New York

 OOC:// Malaysia, Sunday

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Begin racing they said. Sun, sea and lots of warmth they said. Alice thought rather harshly as she stepped out of the motorhome, blue and white umbrella held aloft so as to keep herself dry. If I wanted rain, I’d have stayed at home. Then again, anyone who knew anything about Malaysia knew it rained a lot. And this weekend was no different. Thankfully, it wasn’t too much of a walk between her motor home and the garage, which she ducked into just moments before any members of the press got the chance to accost her. She wouldn’t talk to them right now. She was in her zone, so to speak.

Andy gave her a quick nod as she walked in, doing up the front of her overalls and sliding on her gloves. “Righ’ kiddo” he said brightly in his Geordie accent, “Second race. You’re gonna do us proud.” Alice could only manage a small smile and a slight shrug. Alice slipped into the car. She’d drive around to the grid and then she would deal with the press if they approached her. She didn’t know whether she would or not, but she would be prepared for the standard “last week is history” line, and of course the inevitable “the car is good, I’m looking to push” - which was true, of course. Alice might have been a rookie, but even now she was looking to win races.

As she made her way to the grid, she considered all that she could do with her car.I can push today. She thought, knowing that if Andy could hear her he’d probably tell her not to give it too much. Alice rolled her eyes. Andy would tell her not to breathe if he thought it would get her hurt. Yeah, they had history. She’d been like a sister to him apparently, and Alice hadn’t wanted anyone else to be her race engineer. She trusted him with her life - and she thought she’d made the right choice. When she struggled he was there. And now, when she was having the time of her life, he was sharing that. “All systems feel good Andy, they lookin’ good back there?” She asked as she slowed to go around the hairpin. “Sure are. Give it all you got today, okay?” Andy responded. “Be with you on the grid.”

Andy was there when she pulled into her grid slot and clambered out of her car, removing the helmet from her head. Now for the pre-race briefing. Alice thought to herself, as she popped herself beneath the umbrella, huddling close to Andy as he slung his arm around her shoulder, holding some sheets of paper in his hand. She wasn’t paying too much attention though - he had told her this at least three times already this weekend. The klaxon sounded, letting them know that it was time to get ready for the formation lap.

A quick hug, and Alice was all set, as she slid into her car again. And round and round we go again. he thought wryly, as she followed the safety car back around to the grid. “Tyre and engine temperatures are good. Brakes a bit cold.”She heard Andy over the radio. That’s cool, I can deal with that. he figured, braking hard into the final few corners, and finally pulling into the grid slot. Suddenly, all became still, the only signs of motion was the revving of engines. And then one light.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Off.

 OOC:// Malaysia, Sunday

BIC://

Begin racing they said. Sun, sea and lots of warmth they said. Alice thought rather harshly as she stepped out of the motorhome, blue and white umbrella held aloft so as to keep herself dry. If I wanted rain, I’d have stayed at home. Then again, anyone who knew anything about Malaysia knew it rained a lot. And this weekend was no different. Thankfully, it wasn’t too much of a walk between her motor home and the garage, which she ducked into just moments before any members of the press got the chance to accost her. She wouldn’t talk to them right now. She was in her zone, so to speak.

Andy gave her a quick nod as she walked in, doing up the front of her overalls and sliding on her gloves. “Righ’ kiddo” he said brightly in his Geordie accent, “Second race. You’re gonna do us proud.” Alice could only manage a small smile and a slight shrug. Alice slipped into the car. She’d drive around to the grid and then she would deal with the press if they approached her. She didn’t know whether she would or not, but she would be prepared for the standard “last week is history” line, and of course the inevitable “the car is good, I’m looking to push” - which was true, of course. Alice might have been a rookie, but even now she was looking to win races.

As she made her way to the grid, she considered all that she could do with her car.I can push today. She thought, knowing that if Andy could hear her he’d probably tell her not to give it too much. Alice rolled her eyes. Andy would tell her not to breathe if he thought it would get her hurt. Yeah, they had history. She’d been like a sister to him apparently, and Alice hadn’t wanted anyone else to be her race engineer. She trusted him with her life - and she thought she’d made the right choice. When she struggled he was there. And now, when she was having the time of her life, he was sharing that. “All systems feel good Andy, they lookin’ good back there?” She asked as she slowed to go around the hairpin. “Sure are. Give it all you got today, okay?” Andy responded. “Be with you on the grid.”

Andy was there when she pulled into her grid slot and clambered out of her car, removing the helmet from her head. Now for the pre-race briefing. Alice thought to herself, as she popped herself beneath the umbrella, huddling close to Andy as he slung his arm around her shoulder, holding some sheets of paper in his hand. She wasn’t paying too much attention though - he had told her this at least three times already this weekend. The klaxon sounded, letting them know that it was time to get ready for the formation lap.

A quick hug, and Alice was all set, as she slid into her car again. And round and round we go again. he thought wryly, as she followed the safety car back around to the grid. “Tyre and engine temperatures are good. Brakes a bit cold.”She heard Andy over the radio. That’s cool, I can deal with that. he figured, braking hard into the final few corners, and finally pulling into the grid slot. Suddenly, all became still, the only signs of motion was the revving of engines. And then one light.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Off.

ooc:// Monza, Friday morning, September

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Jacob Jackson glanced nervously around the skyscape above the Monza pitlane, giving a small sigh as he spots the dark clouds gathering to the north of the start finish straight. Rain is on it’s way, the radar on the McLaren pitwall could have told him that, but he liked to guess for himself.

He retreated back into his half of the garage as two other F1 cars growled down the pitlane: the green flag for FP1 to start was glowing brightly at the other end. Not many people were out though, and Jacob was pleased with McLaren’s decision to keep both drivers in for now, as the first spots of rain begin to fall on the tarmac.

His engineer gave him a little nod as he unzipped his overalls, checking the radar inside again. Jacob took this to be ‘will rain for a while so you can do whatever you want’, and indeed, the radar said heavy rain within the next ten minutes. 

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ooc:// Monza, Friday morning, September

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Jacob Jackson glanced nervously around the skyscape above the Monza pitlane, giving a small sigh as he spots the dark clouds gathering to the north of the start finish straight. Rain is on it’s way, the radar on the McLaren pitwall could have told him that, but he liked to guess for himself.

He retreated back into his half of the garage as two other F1 cars growled down the pitlane: the green flag for FP1 to start was glowing brightly at the other end. Not many people were out though, and Jacob was pleased with McLaren’s decision to keep both drivers in for now, as the first spots of rain begin to fall on the tarmac.

His engineer gave him a little nod as he unzipped his overalls, checking the radar inside again. Jacob took this to be ‘will rain for a while so you can do whatever you want’, and indeed, the radar said heavy rain within the next ten minutes. 

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ooc:// Monza, Friday morning, September

bic://

Jacob Jackson glanced nervously around the skyscape above the Monza pitlane, giving a small sigh as he spots the dark clouds gathering to the north of the start finish straight. Rain is on it’s way, the radar on the McLaren pitwall could have told him that, but he liked to guess for himself.

He retreated back into his half of the garage as two other F1 cars growled down the pitlane: the green flag for FP1 to start was glowing brightly at the other end. Not many people were out though, and Jacob was pleased with McLaren’s decision to keep both drivers in for now, as the first spots of rain begin to fall on the tarmac.

His engineer gave him a little nod as he unzipped his overalls, checking the radar inside again. Jacob took this to be ‘will rain for a while so you can do whatever you want’, and indeed, the radar said heavy rain within the next ten minutes. 

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ooc:// Monza, Friday morning, September

bic://

Jacob Jackson glanced nervously around the skyscape above the Monza pitlane, giving a small sigh as he spots the dark clouds gathering to the north of the start finish straight. Rain is on it’s way, the radar on the McLaren pitwall could have told him that, but he liked to guess for himself.

He retreated back into his half of the garage as two other F1 cars growled down the pitlane: the green flag for FP1 to start was glowing brightly at the other end. Not many people were out though, and Jacob was pleased with McLaren’s decision to keep both drivers in for now, as the first spots of rain begin to fall on the tarmac.

His engineer gave him a little nod as he unzipped his overalls, checking the radar inside again. Jacob took this to be ‘will rain for a while so you can do whatever you want’, and indeed, the radar said heavy rain within the next ten minutes.