The Hacker of the Burners

"This is way worse. But I know you'll get us out of it. So PLEASE! Get us out of it!" LARPer, programmer, hacker, video gamer. (Indie Rp Blog for Chuck from Motorcity Magic Anon: None

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A beep from the computer, Chuck huffed and heaved himself up and out of Mutt. He jumped down and landed with just a few missteps before he found his balance. He brought up his computer screen and looked it over. “Oh yeah. Here we go. You see?” He walked backwards to stand next to Mike and the locked front wheel. “The break cable snapped. We’re missing a bit.” They needed some extra cable to fix it temporarily. 

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     It was a good thing Chuck was Mike'scopilot. In a lot of ways, he made up for everything Mike lacked. Mike wasn’t very good with computers aside from the basics (which was mostly firing Mutt’s weapons and using the team intercom), and was definitely not very good when it came to emotions. Especially fear. Chuck…well, Chuck was the complete opposite of that.      He was the best programmer in all of Motorcity as well ashaving enough anxiety that, if Mike felt even anounce of it, he’d probably think he was dying.Though, he still managed to work through that. Even if Mike didn’t quite understand his friend’s anxious tendencies, he knew that Chuck was probably one of the strongest members of the team because of his ability to surpass it.      Even in little sticky situations like this.      “Easy, buddy. It’s okay. We’ll find a way out of this. ” His voice went soft, soothing. Mike knew getting Chuck’s panicattacks to simmer was a hefty task, but it never stopped him fromtrying. “ It’s just too bad we forgot marshmallows–a good Mutt bonfire would make this whole situation a little better, don’t you think? ” He chuckled, wrapping an arm aroundhis Chuck’s shoulder and giving his arm a gentle squeeze.  Which was more or less Mike’s version of a reassuring ’hug’.      “Yeah, looks like it. Man… I was so sure it’d be stable enough to at least get us back home. I guess that much tension would break one of her cables. Agh… sorry, girl. ”      Letting Chuck go, he patted Mutt’s hood before taking the extinguisher in his hands. Mike’s expression twisted slightly at the smell as he snuffed out the flames, tossing the fire extinguisher back into his car as the last ember died. Taking a moment to huff frustratedly, he stepped over to crouchdown beside Chuck to review the damage, nose scrunching upbitterly at the sight. Whoops.      “Yikes… well thatcan’t be good. Same for that cut connection, considering thistunnel is one of the longest in all of Motorcity. No way I’m walking all the way down just for an HQ rescue call. So I guess our only option is… ”      He stood back up, eyebrow cocked and lips upturned into a crooked smirk.      “ Going back the way we came to look for a temporary fix-up. Whaddaya say, huh, Chuckles?

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Chuck flinched back a bit and waved his hand to get rid of some of the smoke and powder from the fire extinguisher. He had been a bit too close to the wheel. At least when it all cleared he could see exactly what had happen. Chuck still got down on his knees and poked his head in behind the wheel. It smelled of burned rubber and ash. "It is definitely..." He reached in with his hand, his muscles strained slightly. The blond grunted and something scraped on the inside of the wheel. "...cut."

As he poked his head back out he held a stump of cable that was all frazzled in one end. "Ah man..." Chuck tossed the wire over his shoulder. It damp down somewhere off on the other side of Mutt. He looked up to see Mike looking to the mouth of the tunnel. The same way they had just come in through. "I guess..." A little sigh escaped him as the programmer pushed himself from the ground.  "We did pass some scrap heaps. They should contain some useful parts. If we are lucky." At least now that he had the chance to calm down and think his voice was steady as he spoke. "Anything that we can fixate for now. It doesn't have to be fancy. It just have to work."

Hanging upside down over a broken overpass and only one cable had gotten snagged. That was lucky in itself as it was! And they were alive. Mike was even smiling like usually. "You know what, Mikey? I think we might be lucky today." Chuck gave his friend a smile back. "Let's go!" 

After everything that had happened on just their short ride, this was nothing. "Its just a walk and some scavenging. Piece of cake! What could possibly go wrong!"

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“MIKEY!” The fear and panic in his voice as he threw his hand forward and pointed at the red warning signs. This was not just Chuck screaming from all the driving and danger. Something was wrong. “Stop! Stopstopstop! STOP!!” The whole car jolted and jumped as a loud snap like a whip crack hit them. Chuck screamed and braced himself with his feet and hands. A bit of smoke began to fly past the window as something smelled like it was burning.

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☠–x      It took Mike a moment to slow gear down the gigglefest, eyes opening wide as he caught the sight of smoke. Mutt lurched, and he freezed. For once, Chuck’s screaming was something he had to pay attention to and– yikes. This looked like some bad news. He stomped on the break and pulled up the E break, skidding sideways down the westside tunnel.      “ Well that can’t be good. ” He blinked, unbuckling his seatbelt and retracting Mutt’s roof to hop out.      “ Aw, man… ” Covering his mouth with the lapel of his jacket, Mike narrowed his eyes through the smoke, trying to get a view of something… anything. It couldn’t be fixed if they couldn’t see.      “ What’s going on? Why did it lock? Hey– ” Cough. “ Hey, Chuckles, run  a diagnostics test on Mutt– I can’t see a thing out here. ”       Leaning against Chuck’s side on Mutt’s exterior, Mike pulled up the Burner intercom in means to contact Dutch– Julie– even Texas…. but no-go. Bright and red, ‘no signal’ flashed across his usual all-green screen.      With an impatient huff, he closed it out, ruffling his bangs in frustration.      “ Oh great… Since when does the Westside Gate have a cut signal? Looks like we’re in this alone, buddy. Unless you have any ideas ‘cause I’m really open to suggestions right about now. ”

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Finally they were on safe ground! Not hanging upside down. Not on a road that crumbled beneath them. Not going two hundred miles an hour!

Chuck was hyper ventilating. Mike was just talking calmly, trying to figure out why the car was on fire. That was how it usually was. Leave it to Mike to keep his head cool when the car was on fire. He never got unsettled by any situation and he always had a back up plan ready. Adapting to any situation without showing that he got startled. But that was alright. Chuck had enough panic for the both of them!

Now he just breathed in slowly and exhaled even slower. His heart was pounding in his chest. Each slow breath helped it calm. Chuck slumped into his seat and sighed. Not even a regular routine drive around the city was without life threatening danger. “We must have cut something back there!” The computer screen flashed and showed that it was running the diagnostic update. Chuck reached back behind his seat and grabbed a small fire extinguisher that they kept with them. 

The programmer unbuckled and stood up, popping his head through the open roof and heaving the fire extinguisher up with him. Mike was struggling with his communicator. Even Chuck could see that it didn’t have any signal. “The tunnel’s security grid.” He coughed and grimaced at the smell of the smoke. “Here.” Chuck held the fire extinguisher down to Mike. “It always does that. You never notice when we usually pass here. At you know... Insane velocity!”

A beep from the computer, Chuck huffed and heaved himself up and out of Mutt. He jumped down and landed with just a few missteps before he found his balance. He brought up his computer screen and looked it over. “Oh yeah. Here we go. You see?” He walked backwards to stand next to Mike and the locked front wheel. “The break cable snapped. We’re missing a bit.” They needed some extra cable to fix it temporarily. 

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((Chuck is DEFINITELY one that always has ice cold feet. Sitting by his computer so much!))

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☠–;; chuck is so that friend that puts his icy feet on mike’s back to watch him jump

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((And as a revenge Mike traps Chuck and lay on top of him until he is a boiling sweaty mess.))

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☠–;; he’s here 2 warm u up, chuck 👀

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((Chuck is DEFINITELY one that always has ice cold feet. Sitting by his computer so much!))

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(( *Hordes all the characters.* Can’t have a second season? Then I’ll write it my DAMN SELF!))

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Mun’s Blogs

Hi there everybody!

Here is some information to all new followers and a reminder for older ones!

I got a LOT of Rp blogs for Motorcity! So if you see any of these blogs online and posting or answering replies then I am online and will probably see you post anything. I usually follow all blogs with all the main accounts to keep track of things. So if you are waiting for a sign to see if I am awake or available then this will make it easier!

And you can also interact with more blogs since there are a bunch of side blogs too.

Mike Chilton

Main: Bunny Mike

Sides: Pokémon Mike Ghost Whisperer Mike

Chuck

Main: Hound

Sides: Thurman

Second main: Regular Chuck

TEXAS!

Main: TEXAS

The Duke of Detroit

Main: Duke

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Mun’s Blogs

Hi there everybody!

Here is some information to all new followers and a reminder for older ones!

I got a LOT of Rp blogs for Motorcity! So if you see any of these blogs online and posting or answering replies then I am online and will probably see you post anything. I usually follow all blogs with all the main accounts to keep track of things. So if you are waiting for a sign to see if I am awake or available then this will make it easier!

And you can also interact with more blogs since there are a bunch of side blogs too.

Mike Chilton

Main: Bunny Mike

Sides: Pokémon Mike Ghost Whisperer Mike

Chuck

Main: Hound

Sides: Thurman

Second main: Regular Chuck

TEXAS!

Main: TEXAS

The Duke of Detroit

Main: Duke

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 The car was creaking, the road was creaking, the cables were trembling and doing that sound they did when they were about to break off.“We are gonna fall and die! If we die I am gonna be SO disappointed with you!” 

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☠–x      Mike just smirked through Chuck’s bitter expression. It was something he was pretty used to by now, with the antics he tended to nose-dive into with the reluctant blond. Really, Mike couldn’t blame Chuck;s sour demeanor– he knew he could be a lot to handle. Too bad that didn’t stop him from being that way.      “ Oh, come on, Chuck, just think of it like a video game. It’s no fun unless you take a few risks, right? ” Except they didn’t have extra heart-containers to fill. One and done, baby– but Mike didn’t see it that way.       “ Hey, last time you yelled at me for not giving you a head’s up. Actually, I’m pretty sure I still have a bruise on my arm from you hitting me. ”      Giving a quiet chuckle, Mike scanned the area around them while Chuck set up the booster. It was going to be a tricky maneuver, but they could manage. Probably.      “ Well, yeah! What better time to test it than a place where we’re gonnna need it? Don’t worry! We’ll be fine! ”      With that, Mike shifted gears, all while his expression shifting to a devlish grin. Three, two, one… let’s jam.      He flipped up the top of the skull’s head, pressing down a button to set the booster in motion. Slowly, slowly, Mike backed up Mutt as far as she could go, and before the roadway crumbled away entirely, he shifted again floored it.      “ HOO-YEAH! ” He laughed, hopping from broken structure to broken structure, grin plastered on his face. Every leap caused the cables and road to break away faster and faster, narrowly escaping a plummet to their demise once or twice.  Of course, the giggles didn’t stop even after they finally hit an electroad that wasn’t on the brink of crumbling to dust, patting Chuck’s shoulder for a ‘job well done’.      “ Yeah-hah! So glad those worked! We were almost a goner for a second there, huh, buddy? ”

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Is it too much to ask of Mike not to be so damn cheerful all the time! It was infuriating that all of Chuck’s bad mood was just met with laughter and nice comments meant to diffuse whatever bitter thought was passing through his head. 

At least he had just enough time to make sure everything was working before Mike began to shift gears and get Mutt moving again. Anything was better than hanging upside down. Chuck grabbed on to two of the many straps on his seat belt. Moving backwards, slowly. This was okay. The ground crunched in a very worrying manner. Chuck gulped and he felt that his knees were trembling. If they were careful maybe they could get down from here without everything collapsing! 

But of course Mike had to ruin everything! One minute they were going backwards slowly and then in an instant the engine revved and the tires screamed. Chuck swore he saw Mike flash a smile of pure insanity. Then  they shot forward. 

Red lights flashed in front of his eyes. “Mike.” But his brain said good bye and stayed behind where ever that road was going to fall, a crunching noise hit his ears as his head was flung back into the head rest. Chuck couldn’t breath for a second before he finally managed to see that they were moving forward and had not died. YET! Mike was whooping and laughing. Chuck was making a furious screeching noise at the back of his throat. Instantly his heart was beating like it wanted to escape his chest.  “Mikey!”

His mouth fell open and he screamed. All the way down onto safer ground. Until his breath ran out and he had to gasp for a new breath. The screens flashed with red warning lights in front of him. Chuck panicked even worse. A hand touched his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his seat before he recognized the hand as Mike’s. His blond hair got stuck in his mouth as he tossed his head around to look at his best friend and his confident smile. 

“MIKEY!” The fear and panic in his voice as he threw his hand forward and pointed at the red warning signs. This was not just Chuck screaming from all the driving and danger. Something was wrong. “Stop! Stopstopstop! STOP!!” The whole car jolted and jumped as a loud snap like a whip crack hit them. Chuck screamed and braced himself with his feet and hands. A bit of smoke began to fly past the window as something smelled like it was burning.

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Without another word he switched the skull to his other hand and held out his whole arm straight in front of Mike.

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–{☠}– “ Part of my charm. ”     Mike knew that once Chuck’s pouting commenced, there     was no stopping it until you could distract him with a full     pizza all to himself or a new video game– and in some cases–     both. This was shaping up to be a both sort of scenario.     He watched as his friend clumsily reached for his trusty spark     staff, hoping his massive arm’s length was enough to capture     it. Mike may have been fairly lanky himself, but Chuckles had     an armspand long enough to smack you from across the room.     Not that he ever did– often, anyway.     Blinking, it took Mike a moment to process the skull in front of     his nose. Once he realized, a smile stretched across his face,     taking the steel contraption into his hands gratefully. “ Thank you, Chuckles. ” Words said all too sweetly, hinting on sarcasm. “ Uh huh. Yep. You’re always right, Chuckles, I know. ” Ah, there it was.     Snickering, he peered around them, trying to see exactly how to     flip Mutt over. Either… destroy the remaining cables electro-road     beneath them and hope to have landed right side up at the bottom     (not to mention alive)  ooor…. use Mutt’s electro-mags to flip back up     and play turbo-boost-leap-frog on the crumbling bits of structure left. “ Alright, I’ve got a plan– you’re not gonna like it, but it’s all we’ve got. ”     Always one to play hardball with lady death, Mike spun the knob     back onto the shift stick, flipping on the electro mags in the left of     Mutt’s tires. Swiftly, he knocked his shoulder into his side door,     giving her a shove to tip back over. The road crumbled a bit more     as Mutt bounced back right side up. Smirking triumphantly, Mike     turned the keys, the lime green beast igniting with a hearty road. “ Remember that new magnetic turbo boost we didn’t get the chance to test yet? ”

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There was ALMOST a second there that Chuck considered to yank his hand back and just hold the spark staff out of reach. Mike had already taken every word about safety and being careful and tossed them out the window. On top of it all he was using that voice too. It earned him a very stern glare from Chuck, who had whipped his head around the moment Mike started talking sweetly. Hearing his best friend snicker just made the programmer sneer in disapproval.

But at least Mike had a plan! A plan! Chuck’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh boy... WHY do you always say that when you are about to kill us!” It was go time. Chuck gulped and reached for the dash board, flicking on Mutt’s computer and realizing that hanging upside down was NOT his favorite position to work from. How come he had to do it so often! “Just do it! I hate when you give me a heads up!” Now he was terrified before they even moved.

The car jolted as Mike slammed his shoulder against the interior. The blond screeched and clamped his hands down on the seat. “WOAH!” The vertigo set in as the car shifted position. Mike might have been enjoying this. Chuck was just feeling his lunch lurch in his belly. Mutt was rumbling with life and the world was spinning. “NOW!? You want to test that NOW!?” Prying his eyes open Chuck reached out and began to type at one of the screens. The booster was online already. He set about calculating how much power it would need and pushed the bar to reroute the needed energy to the mag wheels. 

 The car was creaking, the road was creaking, the cables were trembling and doing that sound they did when they were about to break off. “We are gonna fall and die! If we die I am gonna be SO disappointed with you!”  

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“I am NOT talking to you!”

Chuck was likewise hanging upside down. Arms folded over his chest and a pout on his lips. The chrome skull gleaming where it had fallen. He saw it. He was even glaring at it instead of looking over at Mike.

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{☠}–x      “ Aw, come on Chuckles, I promise this was the safest route to go. Look, I’ll even swear on Mutt. ”      He tilted his head, trying to get a better look at his friend’s face. Mike knew Chuck was pouting, but he figured eye-to-eye communication was better than, uh, eye-to-shin, which it so happened to be at the current moment.      “ Chuck. Buddy. Blood’s rushing to my head a bit here– c’mon, I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just… hand over the spark staff… please? ”

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“Cute, Mike...”

All pretty and EMPTY words. That was what Chuck knew that it was. It would not take Mike three minutes before he went blowing up a tank and then surf the shock wave until he could find the nearest pit to jump over.

If not straight nto it. Dragging Chuck in with him just because. No the blond would not give in so easily.

There was just oe small problem with being angry right now...

As Mike said. Hanging upside down wasn’t exactly comfortable. Chuck was dizzy and nauseous from the ride and the blood pulsating like tar through his head was not helping. “Nrghh.” For now... The want to get down from here won out over being mad at Mike. “Fine!” Chuck closed his eyes and grunted. Limply his hands fell from his chest and they struck the roof inside of Mutt.

 With a sigh the blond opened his eyes and reached for the staff. “Structural damage I tell him. Scanners showing instabilities in the bearing pillars I tell him. But does he listen? Nooo...” grumbled the programmer as he fumbled for the skull. His fingers slid over the sleek metal once or twice before the weapon tilted his way. Chuk reahed as far as he could and groaned as he managed to hook his fingers around the spark staff and grab it.

Without another word he switched the skull to his other hand and held out his whole arm straight in front of Mike.

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–{☠}– “ Hey, you wouldn’t mind passing me that little skull thingy down there, would you? It fell out of my pocket. ”      He was stuck upsidedown.

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“I am NOT talking to you!”

Chuck was likewise hanging upside down. Arms folded over his chest and a pout on his lips. The chrome skull gleaming where it had fallen. He saw it. He was even glaring at it instead of looking over at Mike.

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worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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Send "You take such joy in pretending you're okay" to see how my muse reacts.

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And the scream. Chuck felt light headed as his breath was running out while he screamed. He gasped for air and continued again. His scream of terror mixing with Mike’s scream of delight. The nitro pumping into Mutt’s system and firing up the engine’s capacity to it’s full potential. “I HATE YOU!” Chuck stared as the world blurred into lights and colours. His hair whipped around his face and he gritted his teeth. “THIS IS WAY TOO FAST, MIKEY!”

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That scream, the roar of mutt. His hands clenched tight around the wheel as his foot edged the gas faster. It was better then any sensation he had ever felt and Mike was drowning in it. The burner cut to the right, tires screeching against the unsteady road way, zipping onto a bridge. 

Their cries seemed to only push him further, his heart pumping  pure adrenaline through his veins. The car jerked, skidding from the bridge onto the main road. Mike spun the wheel fast, just barely avoiding the side of a building before driving off down the long stretching highway. 

“ Alright Chuckles” He said through a harsh breath. “ Where to buddy?” He let off the gas and reached over, switching off the Nos. The car slowed, his hair bouncing back across his cheeks from the sudden drop in speed. 

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Inn the middle of it all Chuck had made the mistake of actually opening his eyes. He could feel them water as he scrunched up his face in horror from what he saw. In some sort of gut reaction or just out of desperate habit, Chuck had pulled up a hollo screen and set it to record all activity. No matter of scared he was, no matter how raw his throat was getting from the screams, this was data he did not want to miss! They would get a ton of god info from this ride.

Mike was just casually talking right beside him. Chuck wanted to yell at him. He was so done right now! Even with the car slowing down to a normal level of insanity! “Where ever won’t leave us with immediate DEATH! THAT WOULD BE NICE!” Chuck was breathing too fast and his heart was beating like a drum. Finally able to tear his gaze from the road, Chuck gave Mike a glance. There was no other place where Mike was so unrestrained and happy as when he was behind the wheel in Mutt. 

No matter if they were falling to their death or about to be blown up by lasers, Mike always had that shine in his eyes and smile on his lips while he drew. It was actually very calming to see. Even if it was followed by one ridiculous jump, loop, stunt or whatever the hell Mike’s crazy brain came up with next. “Could we slow down! Please!?”

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He wobbled a bit but kept standing. His fingers massaged his forehead and then he blinked a few times before looking at Mike again. “Please tell me you didn’t put in those nitros you mentioned the other day…”

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       Mike watches chuck closely, expression gentle as he starts to stand. He felt       their pain in a way and his stomach twisted in his own growl. something to        eat sounded pretty great. However, when he asked about mutt, the Nitros      being briefly mentioned. Mike just grins widely, his eyes sparkling. “ Well.”

A scream cuts through the sound of Mutt roaring loud. Mike grips the stick shift, slamming it up nine time before reaching over and flicking the nitros on. “ Alright buddy, hold on!” his back slams against the chair, a excited “ yeah. “ Escaping his mouth as the background starts to bleed into one color.  

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For a moment Chuck was still focused on getting his feet to function properly. But then he noticed that Mike was being quiet for just a second to long and his heart sank. “Oh no...” As their eyes met, Chuck already getting a bad feeling about this, his concerns were growing worse as Mike began to smile. Grin with a twinkle in his eyes and that word o his lips. “Oh no.”

Mutt barked to life. Chuck was strapped in and gripping the seat tightly. Mike was already stepping on the gas. “OH NO!”

Math! Algorithms! Coding! Cookie recipes! Anything that could take his mind off the gurgling bubbling heart pumping spike in adrenaline and fear that was clawing at his mind and body. The engine rushed. Mike saying something completely idiotic about holding on! The force pushing them both far back into their seats. 

And the scream. Chuck felt light headed as his breath was running out while he screamed. He gasped for air and continued again. His scream of terror mixing with Mike’s scream of delight. The nitro pumping into Mutt’s system and firing up the engine’s capacity to it’s full potential. “I HATE YOU!” Chuck stared as the world blurred into lights and colours. His hair whipped around his face and he gritted his teeth. “THIS IS WAY TOO FAST, MIKEY!”

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His shirt riled up slightly and he groaned as his muscles strained a bit. He huffed out loudly and let his hands drop down in his lap. “Dude, I have like a hundred sore spots all over my back. Wanna do something else?“ 

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Mike put the controller down, his back arching as he stretched. “ Oh man please. “ He glanced at them, catching the little peek of chuck’s stomach. The burner smiled and rushed to stand. Mike needed to move, staying still for so long was making his head hurt. 

Twisting his torso, mike cracked his spine and stretched again. trying to work out all of the kinks from his spine and neck. “ Man, we were sitting way to long. “ He ran a hand through his hair, bangs were swiped back over his scalp before falling right back over his brows.

“ What do you want to do now chuckles? I’m game for anything.”

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There was a bad case of ants in Chuck’s long legs. He was NOT moving as fast as Mike to stand. Instead the blnd took his time to stretch one leg at a time, grunt and roll his ankles while wriggling his toes. He grimaced with the prickling pain. “Something involving food!” He steadied his resolve and planted his numb feet on the floor. “Were you doing something with Mutt out there? Thought I saw you poking your head in her engine earlier.”

Finally he made an attempt to stand. Blood rushed to his legs and his vision blurred for a second. The head rush made Chuck grunt and close his eyes. He wobbled a bit but kept standing. His fingers massaged his forehead and then he blinked a few times before looking at Mike again. “Please tell me you didn’t put in those nitros you mentioned the other day...”

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Can you roleplayers do my a favor and reblog this if you don’t mind not using icons for a thread.

I love them personally but sometimes I don’t have enough or the right ones for a thread.