Thread: Kingpin

The year is 2012 and Alisa Perne has returned after faking her own death three years ago, her dirty little secret of being the only vampire in Tokyo has yet to be let out and she plans to keep it that way, but she hasnt returned as Alisa, she has returned as a faceless racer, whom everyone calls Racer-X, her only mission is to take one of the local Yakuza gangs down and avenge her brothers death, but she is growing weary and is getting nowhere by killing any Yakuza she finds, she is looking for someone that has information or someone who can help her in her endless hunt, but she doesnt ask, if any of the racers have any information they only way they can even gain an audience with her is to challenge her to a race, and this, is where the story begins. Alisa pulled up to the meet, it was in an abandoned parking garage, she stopped at the entrance and rolled down the window, the man standing at the gate gave her a glance and pressed a button opening it, although the man had never seen her face because she always wore a black helmet with a tinted visor the man knew she was Racer-X and not to be toyed with, her black Lamborghini Aventador idled smoothly through the gate and she nailed the throttle into the garage, the car screamed and she took off up several floors to the top of the garage where everyone was gathered, her parking spot was open as usual and a few people were standing in it, but when she came around the corner, the entire crowd parted, all eyes were on her. She pulled the car into the spot and killed the engine. As she got out her slender yet slightly muscled frame was revealed, she stood at five foot eleven and wore a leather skin tight jumpsuit from head to toe, she walked over to the DJ and they both exchanged a handshake and a fist pound, she flipped up the narrow slit in her visor, pulled out a cigarette, lit one and took a big drag and slowly exhaled, not even paying attention to the fact that everyone had stopped talking, the music had stopped and everyone was watching her. She pressed a button on the leather part of the suit wrapped around her neck and turned on her voice disguising device. Attention all my little racers. She said in a robotic like voice, Let the racing begin! She lifted both fists up into the air and the crowd cheered and some fired up their cars and revved the engines. The cheering continued on for a minute or so untill she raised her hand high into the air and closed it into a fist, the cheering instantly stopped. She started walking into the crowd looking at each racer. I see alot of new racers here tonight. She turned to a japanese man who was dressed in punk style and standing in front of a decked out Toyota Supra, the man nodded, And i see some familiar ones. She pointed to a group of drifters, You four, show me something. They all looked around at each other, wondering what to do. The japanese man she had nodded at earlier stepped up behind her, You heard her, get in the cars and put on a show. They nodded and jumped in their vehicles. Alisa turned around and saw the man had his shirt lifted revealing a chrome Glock. The drifters pulled out into the open space on the roof and started drifting around, they formed together, and dirfted perfect circles in tandem, then expanded and contracted to a figure eight, two stopped and the other two drifted around the stopped cars, they continued untill she motioned for them to stop, they all pulled back into their parking spaces and got out of their vehicles. Let the party begin! she said and the music cranked back up and the racers went about their buisness, Alisa returned to her spot and perched her slender figure on the hood of her car and lit another cigarette, she just watched, and waited.