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Fandom The Fast and The Furious: Untold Stories (Reboot)

BloodThunder27

Seven Thousand Club
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This Roleplay is based off of The Fast and the Furious film franchise of the same name (and a reboot of a previous Roleplay I created, which became marked inactive due to my extended absence). The films at first focused on illegal Street Racing and the later films focused on heists. Like the films, this roleplay focus mostly on Illegal Street Racing and eventually work up to high profile heists, then international heists followed by a quest for Redemption. Welcome to Seattle!


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RULES


-All RpN Rules apply


-Be Active


-If your character is interacting with someone else's character, make sure you do not leave that person hanging


-To make things less confusing, if your character is interacting with someone else's character, make sure you tag them in your posts so you can remind them to reply


-No Power Playing or God Modding


-Before killing someone's character off, make sure you ask them first.


-I will not have a limit on the Amount of Characters you can have, just make sure you can keep track of them


-Romance is okay, but if things are about to get intense, make sure its behind closed doors


-OOC Discussions will STAY in OOC Thread


-Not going to lie, I am a grammar Nazi. So please, check your spelling and punctuation.


-DETAILS. Like, don't throw something in out of the blue, please explain why and how your character's past ended up being the way it was. (This applies only to Character Sheets)


-Get to know your cars; use Google if you have to!


-Put 'Ride or Die' at the bottom of your first character sheet, any second and subsequent character will automatically be accepted after that


 
*February 18th, 2014, 6:30PM*


February 18th, 2014 would mark a tragic event in both the lives of Serafina Tang and Anthony Murakami. Serafina's boyfriend and Anthony's best friend Aaron Drake would be killed in a Gangland Execution, where he would be shot multiple times. Found barely alive by his beloved Serafina, he only lived long enough to say his last words to her, which were "I love you" and to apologize to Anthony for neglecting him for the past several years of their lives. He would succumb to his wounds and die gracefully in her arms. Upon hearing the news, Anthony would leave Judo practice early and rush to the scene. When paramedics and EMS took Aaron's lifeless body away, Anthony stared at Serafina angrily. He then began lashing out at her, blaming her for the loneliness he has been putting up with for the past seven years. As she listened and looked at him speechlessly, Police Officers would hold him back when he tried to get near her.


*Three Days Later*



At the funeral of Aaron, though both Anthony and Serafina were present, they did not speak to one another, as Anthony had nothing but hate for Serafina, feeling that she had taken his best friend from him. Serafina didn't understand why he hated her so much, as she did nothing wrong but give Aaron the love that anyone would want to have when in a relationship. After the burial, Anthony left abruptly, not wanting to see Serafina's face.
"What's his problem?" Ms. Drake, Aaron's mother, asked. "He thinks its my fault that he's...alone." Serafina told them. Both Mr. and Mrs. Drake were puzzled by what Serafina told them. "I guess he just couldn't accept the fact that I loved your son." she said sadly as Mrs. Drake hugged her tightly. "Sweetheart, you were always good to our son." she said. "Thank you for being so loving and caring to my son. He was a great man. He deserved better." Mr. Drake said, as he loved Serafina as if she were his daughter-in-law. This would be the fourth loved one that Serafina would lose within the past four to six years, with the first three being her Father, her Brother Hisashi and Brother-In-Law Sora. Those who were still among the living included her Mother, her other brother Suzaku, her sisters Yolanda & Angela and her Brother-in-Law James, but they all had left for Hawaii.


*Present Day; June 13th, 2014*



Three months have passed since the death of her boyfriend. Serafina has since thrust herself into the dangerous world of Street Racing. She quit her job as a mechanic and instead worked as a Courier/Driver for hire, taking various odd jobs to pay for the maintenance of her seven cars as well as insurance. However, wanting to look for 'honest work', she began looking around for a place that she could work as an Auto Mechanic. Although she lived the glamorous life, the deep wound in her heart inflicted by Aaron's passing has yet to heal. On the decently sunny day, she was cleaning her 2010 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution while enjoying the heat. Meanwhile, Anthony was getting ready for another fight in the UFC, having made a successful debut in May. A rising star, Anthony began to go into fights as the last minute replacement whenever a particular fighter pulled from a fight in his weight division, which was lightweight. This would get him a lot of attention from fans and the press alike.
 
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"A 12 game ban."


That's the only thing that rung through his head as he stepped off the plane from Brazil. He had just watched his hometeam, with his brother leading them, win their first game in the group play. He wanted to support his brother, but the thought of potentially only being able to play in one more world cup was weighing down on him. 12 games seemed excessive to him for a retroactive punishment. FIFA knew how to ruin a young player's happiness, and they had done a great job at ruining his.


Admittedly, he should have listened to the warnings to stop doing what he was doing off the pitch and maybe he would be helping his countrymen life the golden trophy in victory, but now he was walking to a black car having a driver hold a door for him as they would soon leave the airport. He gazed out at the streets watching everything pass him as if it were a blur. Well his life seemed to be nothing but a blur, before soon he was walking by a door man as he headed to the elevator to get to his condo floor.


Once he stepped foot into the nice place he through his bag on to one of the couches and returned to the elevator. It was a warm day, though he couldn't shake the idea that it was probably warmer in Brazil, so he headed down to the garage to go take a little joy ride. His hand reached out grabbing a red and black Yamaha biking jacket, with the matching gloves. He found an all black helmet with graphics of a red Hulk on there, and found himself on top of his bike, out the garage and cruising the streets of seattle.

 
Devon yanked his hand brake up and drifted infront of a parking slot. The car that was now behind him jerked and screeched to a halt followed by a seemingly endless barrage of honks and curses. Devon peered to his side mirrors and laughed with his hand on his Charger's volume switch maxing out the bass heavy Hip Hop song he was playing. "I should have drove the Mustang." Devon peeked at his rearview mirror seeing that the well angered and enraged driver began to rev his car foreward inching closer to Devon. With the devilish smile still on his face he pressed the clutch anf geared his car into reverse. With a few intense revs he began to back up himself into his new enemy. The other driver astonished by the almost suicidal action pulled into reverse backed out and left the scene. Pleased with the revelation of his engagement Devon turned his engine off and got out with his music still whaling in the large parking lot. He hauled himself onto the hood of his car and laid there waiting for the rest of the most well-known street racers to show up for the night's festivities.
 
Not even twenty minutes later, Serafina would pull into the same parking lot as Devon. In the past, about a few days following the burial of her boyfriend, she had raced him. However, she did not remember the outcome, though she was pretty sure that he won. Luckily it was just for fun and there were no stakes involved. She would then park on the opposite side of Devon and was diagonal from him. Today, Serafina drove her 2010 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, because it was both her pride and joy as well as her favorite car. Rather then blasting music like Devon was, Serafina just took off her Leather Jacket and threw it into the backseat, revealing a white button down shirt and a Cross Necklace.


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She rolled up the sleeves, revealing a Military-styled watch on her left wrist, a bracelet on her right. On her right Index Finger, an Engagement Ring could be seen. Serafina then closed her car door and settled down on the hood.


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The sound of classical musical filled every inch of Lozano Maserati. Raylene sighed and tapped her fingers against the large reception desk. There was only 5 more minutes left of kissing up to her fathers clients and pretending that they were all individually special. Hell, she didn't even know any of their names. Her eyes fell onto her little cousin Frankie who was showing some steroid junkie a car he probably wouldn't even fit into.


"Where do I sign?" The man bellowed happily at Frankie.


"Right this way, Sir." He fliched a little when the man shouted but he maintained a friendly smile. His eyes met Ray's, she held up 3 fingers and he made a face, excusing himself from the man and walking quickly towards his cousin.


"We have deliveries until the race later Frankie Boy. " She whispered over the desk, the tone of her voice irritated. If their fathers could figure out how to time everything out, then why didn't he?


"I know Ray but would you turn away that monster?" He made sure his voice was low enough for only her to hear. "I'll let you know when I'm done and meet you at the next address." With that he hurried back to the man and led him to his office. Ray looked at the clock and smiled. Time for her favorite part of the day. She picking up her purse, walking towards her uncles office. There was a single slip of paper on the desk and she took it, examining the names of the people on it. It was gonna be a long night.


4 hours and 3 installations later, Ray was home getting ready for the race tonight. Her eyes looked over the mirror and she felt satisied in the low cut tee shirt, black skinny jeans, pink high tops and black leather jacket. Wearing a pencil skirt and blouse to an installation wasn't exactly her favorite attire so being out those clothes gave her a feeling of relief. As she walked out the door she looked at the keys that dangled from the wall. 'Come on, Bonnie.' She thought, taking down mustang keys and spinning them in her hand before she exited.


The meter read 100 and her speed only continued to rise while she swerved between the lanes of traffic. She shouted back at the drivers who honked at her the whole drive but never let her speed falter or let herself crash. She finally cooled down as she pulled into the lot where everyone else parked. Devon and Serafina were already there and Frankie was right on her tail.


"You've got some bad roadrage, Ray." Frankie laughed when they both exited the car. He knew she was a damn good racer but she was gonna kill herself if she couldn't keep her head in the car. Even he did that and he was just as reckless as she was. "Hey guys." He nodded to Devon an Serafina.


"Okay dad. God you're a nag, you know that?" Ray sighed and shut the the door to Bonnie softly. Frankie chuckled, of course she would push the damn engine to its max but she was careful with the door. "Hi Devon." She waved her fingers at him with a friendly smile and turned to Serafina, doing the same to her.
 
Alex found himself in the usual area, some place waiting for the races of the night to start. He pulled up in the parking lot with the lot of them, pulling back on the throttle of his bike making the engine rev loudly. After letting it come to a steady idle, he killed the engine and removed his helmet placing it in front of him and leaning on it. He had no intentions on racing tonight, he was too depressed and caught up in being banned from soccer for a few games, instead he just waved at everyone around him, before dropping his head a bit.
 
Serafina tried to smile when Ray waved at her. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. However, she was not having a heart attack. Tears could be seen rolling down her cheek and it was evident that she was trying not to cry in front of Devon and Ray. Her face was semi-red and she had a dry feeling in her throat. She could only hope that one of them would not pop the question 'Are you okay?' as that would be all it would take to make her burst into tears. The wind blew on her hair and earring. She then bit her lip to keep herself from crying.


Meanwhile, in Vancouver, Canada, Anthony was up next in a fight, which was before the co-main event. When he entered the Octagon, the entire stadium could be heard cheering and chanting his name. His Father, Shinichi, who was living alone in Tokyo, was watching him live on pay-per-view. Despite suffering from depression, Anthony did not allow it to impair his focus in the upcoming fight, knowing that his Father was watching.
 
"You guys are early." Devon took a large sigh and picked his head up and winked with a smirk back at Ray. "Well it looks like we have drivers but on three cars. Who wants to go first and no you can't borrow my ride." He glanced at Frankie and opened his car turning down his music. "So pick whose driving cause whoever looses is buying my gas money." Devon sat in his seat and closed his door rolling down the window beside him and glanced at Ray." You know this seat can save you some money." He said slyly opening the door and playing with his gearstick and reved his engine.
 
"Your seat couldn't handle this, honey." Ray joked towards Devons comment and she returned his wink with a playful smirk. "It couldn't handle Bonnie either." Her fingers taped against the hood of her mustang.


"Thought you were bringin' your horses today, Dev." Frankie said, leaning down to look at him through the window.


Ray stopped from turning back to Frankie and looked over Serafina again. The pain was evident in her face and the tears brimmed at her eyes.


"You want to talk?" She spoke softly and took a couple steps closer to her in an attempt to keep the others from hearing. Usually she would have just asked in front of everyone but she could tell Serafina was holding something back and probably wasn't wanting to make public.
 
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"Sure..." Serafina let out a sigh then sniffled. "Get in the car." She yanked out her keys and unlocked the doors and went inside. She then opened a compartment by the cup holders and grabbed a pack of tissues. She opened it and pulled one out before blowing into it. She then tossed it into a mini trashcan that she kept in the back since no one really sat back there anyway. She wiped her eyes with her arm, but the tears kept coming. She bit her lip a second time before running her fingers through her hair and waited for Ray to get into the passenger seat.


When it was time for Anthony to fight, he readied himself. To his dismay, his opponent was twice his size despite being the same weight. After they touched gloves, Anthony and his opponent, Tariq Kim fought hard. In the first round, Tariq's Jujitsu would overpower Anthony's Judo. On the ground, Tariq may have been the dominant one, but with standup, Anthony was the dominant one. The first round proved brutal for Anthony as he already had a cut on his cheek by the end of the round.
 
"Me and you Dev. I'm gonna show you how a real car handles." Ray said in a challenging voice while walking backwards towards the passenger side. Devon was her favorite to mess with and he wasn't bad looking either. Ray wouldn't ride 2nd to any man though. She hopped inside to find Serafina crying.


"Whoa, whoa." She put on hand on the girls shoulder. "What's wrong mamas?"
 
Devon barly heard her but he could make out the most of what she said. He started his car up and drove his car out his slot. He noticed Sera wiping her face her eyes red. His heart went out to her for a moment but as he heard his engine start to overheat he quickly changed gears and lined his car up in along the clearest streak in the parking lot and planned out the route.
 
Serafina blew into another tissue after Ray closed the car door. By this time, her face was beat red. "I just..." she lost what she was going to say as she practically sobbed every so often. "I miss him so much..." a tear dropped onto her Engagement Ring. Although it was supposed to be on her right ring finger, it was on her index finger. According to her former future in-laws, Aaron was going to propose to her, but never received the chance. She knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but now that was no longer possible. She let out deep breath before wiping her eyes with her arm. It was clear that she was suffering from heartbreak when she looked at her engagement ring...


In the second round of his fight, Anthony was the fence of tapping out when Tariq had him in a rear-naked choke. However, he found his will to fight again when he heard his Father's voice. He then got Tariq into an Arm Bar, in an attempt to submit him, because a knock-out win would prove extremely difficult. Just as Tariq thought about tapping out, the timer went off.
 
Ray's eyes followed Serafina's as she looked down at the ring on her finger. It made sense to her now, though she didn't understand at the slightest. The longest relationship she had ever been in was three weeks and that was on a dare so it didn't even count as one. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't want one, it was because all she could find were guys that talked big but couldn't back it up. She wasn't exactly easy to be with either.


"I can't even imagine what this is like for you. I don't think I'll ever see a ring that nice on my finger." She joked, leaning over to pull her into a hug. "You're tough as nails, girl. Just get your cry out, then when you feel like it, we can go take Devin and Frankies money."
 
Serafina willingly accepted Ray's big warm hug, but then started crying into Ray's shoulder. "I may be as tough as nails...But I still have a heart..." Although most other Street Racers knew by now, but Serafina has been known to only trust in the power of money, despite not having a pressing need for it. The deep wound in her heart has yet to heal. A few minutes later, Serafina had let go and let out a deep breath. "We were together for seven years...It was very painful...To see him die in my arms like that..." She took out a third tissue and blew into it before tossing it into the trash can. She looked down at the ring once more. "Thanks for listening..." A final teardrop hit the center of the ring.


In the final round, it would be the most brutal for Anthony. He was at his breaking point, but so was Tariq. However, Anthony would prevail and land a knockout kick on his opponent, mimicking his idol, Anthony Pettis' Showtime Kick. He would win by TKO (Technical Knock-Out).
 
"That's rough." It was all she could really say. How that must have felt to see your man of seven years die in your arms. The thought gave her chills but she shook them off and pushed them aside, thankful she had never gone through that but still feeling sad for Serafina. She sat in silence with her until she spoke again.


"Anytime. There's not to many girls that race around here and the sideline chicks make me wanna run them over." Ray rolled her eyes at the nickname for all the women who just sat on the hood of the cars half-naked. There really wasn't too many other female racers though and most of the other ones were bitches. But then again, she could be one too. "I have a heart somewhere in there. Under the attitude and the sarcasm." Ray looked down at her chest and back up to Serafina with a shrug.
 
Serafina smiled. "I don't like them either...Wanna go jack Frank and Devin's cash?" she said sarcastically. "I think my cars need upgrades and I don't have much money." she laughed. However, she was only being sarcastic because in reality she did have plenty of money to throw around. Not only she owned the Evo that she was currently driving, but she also had a Toyota MR2 Turbo, a Mitsubishi Lancer OZ Rally, a Dodge Challenger, a Dodge Charger SRT8, a Subaru Impreza WRX and a Scion FRS. She had a total of seven cars, but mainly favored her Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. Not to mention she did also own a fairly big house that can fit an entire family.


After winning, Anthony left the Octagon happy that he won. Tariq showed his respects to the young fighter. While preparing for the plane ride home, he received a text message from his Father, who congratulated him on his win. His record was now 9-4, with nine wins, four losses. All of the losses were by decision. After briefly thinking about Aaron, he got ready to board his flight.
 
"No one that thinks right likes them." Ray laughed, happy to see Serafina sarcastic and smiling. "I'm thinking about betting Devon these sick new red neon underglow lights my dad just got in. He wins, I buy it and install it free. He loses, he buys them and pays me half labor. Think he'll go for it?" Ray's eyes lit up at the prospect of saving money on the new neon underglow she had been wanting. Her dad said they would be too obvious but she didn't care. They'd make her mustang look like a beast and besides, she bet products all the time. That was how she got half of her modifications.
 
Alex had moved the bike out of the way and looked in the directions to the females,"você vai raca? or you gonna just sit there?" he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just curious. He had that about him though, usually a bit abrasive when he should have been a bit more gentle, but he didn't care much pulling the bike around a bit before coming to a stop once more. It was clear he was bore, but he could have just been being a child.
 
"I can help you with that. Ride or die?" She asked, more then happy to help Ray get the underglow. Personally, Serafina herself was not a fan of underglow, because of all the trouble it can cause. She gave her keys a quick look. She put it into the ignition to roll down her window to see who was talking outside. She saw Alex. However, it puzzled her to see that he was riding his Motorcycle for the day. Afterwards, she started the engine.
 
Ray turned her head away from Serafina to focus on the mountain of a man that was yelling at them, "Oh hell no." The signature attitude took over as she opened the door to the car and popped her head out. "We'll race when we're damn good and ready, okay? She said in false sweetness, rolled her eyes and shut the door softly again. She didn't know who this guy was but like most people she first met, he was irritating her. His boldness did eliminate some of that irritation though.
 
Hulk nodded in response to Serafina, before cutting his eyes at the other girl. Had he been gone that long that he didn't know who this woman was? "estúpido ampla," he said inaudibly even for him, under his breath before smiling. He was enjoying himself, something he didn't thik he would be able to do once he got off the plane. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he unzipped the compartment on his jacket pulling it out to see his brother's name across the screen.


With a rose brow, he swiped the phone to answer and put it to his ear,"sim irmão?" He didn't say anything as he just listened to his brother talk, and talk, and talk. Jesus his brother could talk. Finally the conversation seemed to wrap up and Alex smirked chuckling a bit,"Ok, te amo fam." He said hanging the phone up and returning it into his original position. His brother was calling to just tell him how much different it was playing in a world cup than the 18 and under national team. Alex himself had been on the last world cup team, but merely as a reserve and didn't get to see much playing time as they were kicked out of South America. At least this time his brother got enjoy a starting spot, even though they were suppose both be in the starting XI.


The conversation kind of hurt his mood more than it helped, but he was happy for his brother.
 
"Ride or die." Ray said with a large grin as she repeated the saying back. She loved those words, 'Ride or Die." It was what bonded them all together. That and the fact that when you parked all of their cars side by side, they had a lineup that would make any collector jealous.


"Who's the giant?" She asked curiously, looking him over once more as he chatted on the phone.
 
Serafina shut off the Engine and exited her car. When she got out, she noticed a Subaru Impreza WRX STI pulling in. Serafina recognized the Subaru. It was Anthony, Aaron's former best friend. He rolled down the window and turned to look at Serafina and her Evo. "I see you're still driving that Evo. You got nothin' on me. Tell ya what, you and me, Renton Highlands, tonight at nine. You up for it?" he asked, his attitude being both arrogant, rude and cocky. He went as far as revving up his engine. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" she asked. "Because, I still need to get back at you for taking my best friend from me. After your b**** a** came into the picture, he never talked me, not once. Seven years I was alone. Seven years I wondered why he didn't really talk to me. The night I lost him...I realized it was you. You best friend-stealing home wrecker..." he continued to give Serafina the attitude. Before she could say more, he rolled up his window and drove off to park elsewhere, not wanting to be anywhere near her. Serafina was visibly hurt by his words.
 
Ray watched the interaction between Serafina and the asshole that drove up on them. "Okay, you really have to start telling me more." She said, running her fingers through her hair and deciding she needed to know more about him than the guy with the bike.


"Starting with who the hell that was, what that was all about and what other reason I have to run him down." No one messed with the people in their circle. If it would have been a regular challenge, things would be different but this had sting behind it and she was ready to defend if went any further than racing.
 

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