Ayame 'Rose' Kimura

"You're not the only one that's gotten a new ride or two... and if im to be honest, I'd rather go for a porsche nowadays than the Italian equivalent. Bar from those madmen at Pagani. I'd happily take one."

*she said locking up.*

"Yours. Who's car we taking?"

"You know, a change of clothes would be good."

She says calmly setting down her head of the crankshaft before pulling down the shutters.

"As for the car. Its an old project... one that would be nice to get back on the road. Though as you can see..Ame over there is my daily GT4."

"Can you blame me for suspecting the worst Laura?"

She asked seeing the crack.

"... its either the torque of this thing caused the crack or general poor mainten-"

She would soon pause as one half just falls to the ground.

"Thought I'd see how you've been keeping. I'm in town for a while so.."

"Say your thoughts."

She bluntly said folding her arms before dragging the broken crank from beneath the car.

"The somewhat passive aggressive tone, the non call back. I know you're pissed... May as well get it off your chest now rather than sitting on it."

She said wincing seeing the damage.

I see you got my message... it has been a bit of time. Heard a v12 roll up. Gone to the raging bulls now?"

She asked directly to Laura before rolling herself from under the car, revealing the now darkened crimson haired woman... with a fair bit of grime on her due to the car.

She said to herself as she would scoot herself out of the way before a loud metallic thud would be heard as she sighed.

"And there goes the crank..."

She said just staring up into the bottom of the engine bay as she shone a torch up though the cylinders to see the condition.

"Hello stranger.

The redhead would hear the V12 arrive as she was beneath something that was clearly not been touched in years if not a decade. Her wine red Cayman being across from where the V12 would be.

"...shit. Guess you could say that's a reason why there's so much flaked metal in the sump..."

Meanwhile, Ayame was in some old gear. Coveralls, hair tied up several times and looking at the thing that hadn't been touched while she leant against her Cayman.

"Just like everyone I know.."

She sighed before getting up and sliding beneath the vehicle with only her low heeled boots showing.

*Soon enough, a set of coordinates would land in her messages. One to a backalley street.. not too far from the docks but within the city.*

*Ayame herself after sending those co ordinates would be at that location. Waiting and looking at what was there... unfinished*

and needing a co-pilot~. Lines always open. Hope to hear from you later~"

"...Just want to fight for the festival you know. Not be the owner. Now i don't mind... but... What's a little competition? Anyway, i'm around the area if you want to catch up or maybe i can put this little German of mine to good use against what should be on a dirt path getting stone chips-

VM to @transturismo.bsky.social 📲"Hello dear. Been a little bit of time. Hear youve been keeping well. Hear Hawaii is nice this time of year with this motor festival around. Though, word though the grapevine is that it seems to be alot better than what Horizon has been doing recently"

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