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Post by blurr on Jul 17, 2009 19:50:14 GMT -5
The blue race car moved so fast along the race course that he'd passed everyone else at least six times since the lap before, the form of the Mach-5-esque car bluring over from the speed it was going. Another fifteen seconds, and he'd won yet another human trophy from the thing.
"And the mysterious Mr. Jackson wins yet another race, and breaks yet another world record!" Shouted the announcer as the racer's newly-aquired fans screamed. Unknown to them, he was truly the Autobot named Blurr, the fastest living creature to ever exist, even if he was a machine. He did as he usually did, and left the trophy for the second place winner. The only thing he really needed was the money to keep himself in pristine operating status, and that was it.
His hologram smirked, and did the exact options a human racer would do in the car--or any human, as it tended to be. He pulled over into an old parking lot with no cars, and turned off his engine. He would have transformed and stretched his servos, but he wasn't in too big of a hurry. He just intended to relax a little bit before he was called in to do a mission or something similar.
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Post by queso on Jul 17, 2009 22:18:54 GMT -5
Mark watched as the blue car won again, he had been here almost all day and had caught all of the guys races he was awesome, it made Mark wonder why he never kept the first place trophy. Mark watched as the announcer announced Mr. Jackson and how he broke another record. He watched as the car left, Mark figured he would leave too, after those races he was too excited to sit still.
Mark got up and left the track, making it to the parking lot he sighed. He really need a car. Chris had a car, a freaking Corvette and now Mark really wanted one. Mark walked slowly, he took a few short cuts and ended up in an old parking lot, where Mr. Jackson sat parked in his car.
Mark walked over admiring the car, "Hey dude, nice races," Mark said looking at the person sitting in the drivers seat he today was a good day, he saw a whole bunch of awesome races and got to meet the driver!
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Post by blurr on Jul 19, 2009 20:14:04 GMT -5
Blurr's processor was whirring in his head, thinking of a thousand different things in the course of a few seconds. Contemplating how long it would be until the Autobots would need him, calculating the fastest routes using the sattelites, etcetera. He'd let his holographic driver lean back in a relaxed position, so as not to look entirely stupid.
He was startled out of his thoughts by the arrival of the organic, but not so much as to blow his cover. His driver nodded, and gave a lofty two-fingered salute.
"Thanks, son." the hologram said. His voice varied greatly from Blurr's own. The hologram had a deep voice that was at an understandable speed, while Blurr's own was at high-speeds and somewhat strained.
"I trust you're a fan of mine, in some form?"
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Post by queso on Jul 20, 2009 13:54:11 GMT -5
Mark nodded, "Yeah I was hanging out at the track today and saw your races." Mark said looking in the window, he wondered why this guy was hanging out in a parking lot, old or otherwise he would've gone home or gone to some friends or something after winning all those races. "So is this how you celebrate winning?" Mark asked looking around the lot wondering why he was here.
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Post by blurr on Jul 20, 2009 14:06:48 GMT -5
"Celebrate?" Blurr asked through the hologram. The driver shook his head.
"No, I don't really celebrate my wins much. I always have my car looked at after a race, if that counts." He answered honestly. Blurr had never been much for celebrations; he prefered to find even faster engines to increace his speed, and then used races to test them out.
"I just need some time to avoid rabid fans trying to tear my car--or myself-- apart."
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Post by queso on Jul 20, 2009 14:26:32 GMT -5
Mark nodded he could understand that, some people were parters and others were the calm type. "Yeah O get that... I guess.." Mark said shifting his weight, the car was amazing he would love to look under the hood. "So how much Horsepower does it have?" Mark asked pointing in the direction of the engine.
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Post by blurr on Jul 20, 2009 14:31:59 GMT -5
If Blurr had been in robot mode, he would've blinked. He'd never really bothered keeping up with it. He quickly added up the total power of his ultra-engine, and found an estimate.
"I'm not exactly sure. Somewhere over nine thousand." He estimated, and the hologram shrugged casually, leaning out of the window a bit.
"You're welcome to take a look at the engine, if you like."
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Post by queso on Jul 20, 2009 14:41:14 GMT -5
"N-nine thousand?" Mark asked barely keeping his composure, he had heard of nine hundred but never nine thousand. "I've never head of anyone getting their engine to nine thousand." Mark said walking around to the front, he had to see this he just had to. "Pop the hood," Mark said an engine that pulled nine thousand horses, that almost sounded like something that would be put on Syfy as a racing movie or something.
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Post by blurr on Jul 20, 2009 14:47:31 GMT -5
His driver nodded, and made the motion of pulling the switch that opened the hood, and Blurr popped his hood in sequence. The engine within was the most advanced, powerful engine ever built, made by Blurr himself for speed. He popped open his door, and the hologram walked around to the hood.
"It's a custom engine; built by yours truly. It's the reason I race; when I win, I know the engine's working properly. I rework it entirely on a weekly basis to keep it in top operating condition." He informed the organic. Onthe front of the engine was displayed a proud Autobot vigil, exactly like the logo on his vest.
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Post by queso on Jul 20, 2009 15:05:19 GMT -5
Mark looked at the engine, it was pretty impressive, the symbol on it peaked Mark's interest, he looked at Mr. Jackson's vest and saw the same symbol. "Sponsor?" He asked pointing at the symbol on the engine, he wondered what kind of sponsor used a red head like symbol, maybe it was... well nothing came to mind at the moment.
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Post by blurr on Jul 20, 2009 15:20:21 GMT -5
"No, I'm not sponsored by anyone. You could say it's my symbol, so to speak." Blurr said, not wanting to give away the secret of his presence. The less people knew Blurr was on earth, the better. It helped with spying missions.
"Would you like a ride in my car? I've got nothing else going for today."
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Post by queso on Jul 26, 2009 17:47:38 GMT -5
Mark Shrugged, some people had good luck symbols and after seeing this guy race, he knew it worked. Mark looked at the car, he could use a ride it would be much easier then trying to get home walking. "Yeah, sure," he said, walking around to the passenger door and waiting for him to get back in his car.
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