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Post by Preston Pain on Jul 23, 2006 1:48:29 GMT -5
1950 Custom Mercury coupe Mods: Modified Flat head V-8 Shelby Daytona Cobra Jet Engine, Red blinking eye skull shifter knob , 8-ball mirror ornament, Nos injected ,Fully loaded. Custom License Plate: LadyLuck Front Plate:Awsom 50  1969 Hemi Cuda Mods: 427 Hemi, 4-speed Hurst Pistol Grip shifter, Fully loaded. Custom License Plate: Lucky13  1972 AMX Javelin Mods: 4-on-the floor Hurst shifter,401 4-barrel V-8 , with "Go" package ,Fully loaded. Custom License Plate: CelticPride   2004 Shelby Cobra Concept Mods: The prototype 427 Cobra Jet Engine, Nos Injected with spray modifications, Customized electronics, Fully loaded. Custom License Plate: DeathRide   2004 Nissan Skyline Mods: Water cooled DOHC Twin Turbo Intercooled Serial 6, 24 Valve Engine, Nos Injected with spray modifications, Customized electronics, Fully loaded. License Plate: Painkiller  |
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Post by Preston Pain on Jul 23, 2006 2:41:14 GMT -5
-Everything was dark within the confines of the structure , suddenly the loud grind of the garage door began to echo through out the room. The door would crack slight the opening growing bigger letting more and more light in until finally the area was well lit. There standing in the door way was none other than Preston Pain the owner of this establishment he took a nice long look around before taking a drag from a lucky strike cigarette, removing it from his mouth with his middle and index fingers then dropping it to the concrete and stamping it out with the sole of his boot.-
Preston: “I’m surprised ..-Small Sigh-…The d**n delivery men actually got everythin in here without scratchin it.”
-His eye’s would pan out over some of his most prized vehicles, one of them being a rare concept car with a high price tag that he didn’t come by under kosher circumstances . “Amazing the things you can get these days with the right connections.” He thought to himself as he moved over to his right and flipped the light switch on, he would then press the button near the light switch and close the garage door ,soon after making his way to the back of the building which doubled as his home with a nice loft apartment upstairs, He would take the steps and go up and into his apartment dropping a set of keys on the coffee table before going to take a pause for the cause, upon finishing his business Preston would wash his hands and head back to the front of his little abode and take a seat flipping on the television. Nothing really worth while was on so Preston simply put it on to (Worlds Wildest Police Chases) and leaned back in his chair chuckling at the video’s they show.
Preston: “Ahhh ,Tis sure good the be home.”
-He said to himself reaching out and pressing the button on his answering machine.-
Message 1: “ Preston it’s your mother.. Yeh know I hate these.. God Forsaken Machines Boy! I just wanted teh make sure yeh are doing well there in America.. Love yeh, and so does yer father!”
-Preston would chuckle,” Just meh luck , the only people I’ve got teh call meh roun here are meh parent’s” He would just smile and shake his head, he was his parents only only son so it would seem no matter how old he gets , they still treat him like a child. Preston would simply shake the thought from his mind and rise from the chair moving to the refrigerator opening it with his right hand, then removing a beer. He would pop the top and take a drink before swinging the refrigerator door shut and going back to his chair, there he would look to the phone taking yet another drink of the beer.
Preston: “I need teh get out on the scene soon, make meh a few friens on the circuit . Not sure how long I’ll be handlin the only people ringin meh on the telephone bein meh parent’s.-
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