Post by Lauren Lionel on May 31, 2019 11:18:32 GMT -5
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“What is this amateur doing!?”[break][break]
The angry voice of a young girl came over the radio as the noise of F2 cars filled the air. They kicked up a huge spray of water from behind them in the rain, and evidently, one of the drivers had fallen victim to this. One Lauren Lionel, in first place, had just hit a backmarker after he failed to move out of the way of the leader.[break][break]
“Lauren, please calm down and confirm damage.” Came the voice of her strategist. Lauren was notorious for her temper, and had come close to an altercation with her fellow drivers on multiple occasions, so at this point, he was just going through the motions.[break][break]
“My front wing’s gone and my left front tyre’s blistering! I need to pit this lap!” She replied. Shit. The race engineer furrowed his brows and massaged his temple with stress. They were very late into the race and they’d already completed their pit strategy. Replacing both tyres and her front wing would take time, and there were only a few laps to go in the race.[break][break]
“… Confirm, we’re getting the tyres ready ASAP. Box this lap.”[break][break]
“Fuck!” Was the only thing she said before she ended radio communication, and it was understandable. This was one of the peak moments of her F2 career, and it’d be ruined because of an accident. Whether the backmarker didn’t see her due to the spray he was kicking up or didn’t bother moving away, Lauren would undoubtedly think the worst, and the last thing he needed was an angry driver. Especially an angry Lauren.[break][break]
Seconds later, she came into the pits, and much to his dismay and lack of surprise, the tyres weren’t ready. “Come on, let’s go!” Came Lauren’s urgent, almost desperate voice as she lifted the visor on her helmet. The rest of the screw was scrambling to bring her tyres into place, much to her rapidly growing frustration, “Come oooon!” She urged them again as she heard cars already overtaking her in her time in the pit lane, “Hurry!”[break][break]
“Lauren!” Suddenly, the chief engineer was next to her car.[break][break]
“What!?”[break][break]
“You need to calm down and go easy out there! There aren’t enough laps left and it’s raining!” He tried to reason with her, but he didn’t expect anything to come out of it, “To hell with that! This was meant to be my win, my victory! I won’t have it taken away from me!”[break][break]
“We need you back in one piece, Lauren! I know you, and I know you’ll crash! There’s always next year!”[break][break]
“Oh, so that’s it!? It’s over!?”[break][break]
“The car’s ready!” The crew’s voice came, cutting into their argument and forcing the chief engineer to back off with a curse. He tried, but it wasn’t enough…[break][break]
“Fuck it!” Would be the last thing he heard from her this race as she drove off, slamming her foot on the throttle as soon as she exited the pit lane. The further she zoomed off, the worse the sinking feeling in the engineer’s stomach became.[break][break]
[break][break]
“Lionel’s car more erratic than ever as she exits the pit lane! She is undoubtably furious and will do anything to get back into first place!”[break][break]
“Lionel’s car twitching this way and that under braking, she almost loses it right there!”[break][break]
The voices of various commentators covering the race came over the TV as Lauren pushed her car to the brink in an attempt to catch up. Watching her car, even to those who knew nothing of F2, conveyed just how much she was pushing it to win. It never seemed to stay straight, even in a straight line, always on the brink of sliding, going as fast as she could to pass her next opponent with a sixth sense for where the grip was even before she turned.[break][break]
“Lionel makes a move on Correa’s Sauber!” She moved up, stuck between his car and the pit lane, braking late and turning, kicking up a massive spray of water and sliding into the long corner, in opposite lock almost the entire way and forcing the American to brake lest he get blinded by the water she was kicking up.[break][break]
“Câmara has spun, Lionel will have to avoid him and de Vries!” They were on both sides of the track, and without thinking, Lauren swerved in zigzag between them, causing de Vries to brake hard in order to avoid a potential crash. He wasn’t the type to risk his life over this, unlike Lauren, whom he considered a madwoman.[break][break]
“Schumacher, Delétraz, and Latifi are in front, and there are only two laps to go! What will Lionel do now?” This was a hard pass if she wanted to win, with three people crowding up the track. Maybe she… no! She had to do this! She refused to have this taken away from her! Pressing hard on the throttle, she’d put pressure on them, pushing them to break away and let her pass. She was practically kissing Schumacher’s rear bumper![break][break]
One lap in, and he finally broke, giving her a little gap, just enough to break through! She pressed her advantage as Turn 1 came up, a long, sweeping, high speed turn where failure to control throttle and grip would result in a high-speed spin and crash. Lauren pushed in between Schumacher and Latifi, slowly gaining on them.[break][break]
But then the braking zone came, and with a single unintended wiggle, it all changed.[break][break]
Lauren was overzealous on the throttle. Way too overzealous, and when she broke, her car went out of control, twitching all over the places before spinning out and hitting Mick Schumacher, causing her car to flip into the air at ridiculous speeds and his to spin out and flip over several times, shredding the back end and engine into pieces. Fortunately for him, the cockpit was intact. Lauren was not so fortunate, though. In fact, she had the worst luck ever.[break][break]
Schumacher’s engine had caught fire, and when Lauren’s car finally hit the wall, it hit her straight in the side. The marshals at the wall could hear the blood-curdling scream of pain as the flaming, heavy engine was stuck inside the cockpit, “Get me out, get me ooooout!”[break][break]
“Come on, get moving!” “Put out that fire!”[break][break]
“Hurry, give me a fire extinguisher!” Yelled Schumacher as the marshals scrambled to put out the fire. It would take a few, very long seconds for them to do so. Enough to cause severe damage to Lauren’s body, and more dangerously, her lungs. She wanted to faint, but she couldn’t. Fainting here increased the chances of death, and her pain-addled mind was clinging on to survival at this point.[break][break]
[break][break]
“Lauren! Lauren, please confirm that you’re okay!” her chief engineer spoke desperately, but to no avail.[break][break]
“Look at the camera, she’s being dragged out!” Her strategist pointed out, seeing a horribly burnt and barely conscious Lauren being pulled out the car.[break][break]
“Oh, no…”
the accident, a consequence of her recklessness
“What is this amateur doing!?”[break][break]
The angry voice of a young girl came over the radio as the noise of F2 cars filled the air. They kicked up a huge spray of water from behind them in the rain, and evidently, one of the drivers had fallen victim to this. One Lauren Lionel, in first place, had just hit a backmarker after he failed to move out of the way of the leader.[break][break]
“Lauren, please calm down and confirm damage.” Came the voice of her strategist. Lauren was notorious for her temper, and had come close to an altercation with her fellow drivers on multiple occasions, so at this point, he was just going through the motions.[break][break]
“My front wing’s gone and my left front tyre’s blistering! I need to pit this lap!” She replied. Shit. The race engineer furrowed his brows and massaged his temple with stress. They were very late into the race and they’d already completed their pit strategy. Replacing both tyres and her front wing would take time, and there were only a few laps to go in the race.[break][break]
“… Confirm, we’re getting the tyres ready ASAP. Box this lap.”[break][break]
“Fuck!” Was the only thing she said before she ended radio communication, and it was understandable. This was one of the peak moments of her F2 career, and it’d be ruined because of an accident. Whether the backmarker didn’t see her due to the spray he was kicking up or didn’t bother moving away, Lauren would undoubtedly think the worst, and the last thing he needed was an angry driver. Especially an angry Lauren.[break][break]
Seconds later, she came into the pits, and much to his dismay and lack of surprise, the tyres weren’t ready. “Come on, let’s go!” Came Lauren’s urgent, almost desperate voice as she lifted the visor on her helmet. The rest of the screw was scrambling to bring her tyres into place, much to her rapidly growing frustration, “Come oooon!” She urged them again as she heard cars already overtaking her in her time in the pit lane, “Hurry!”[break][break]
“Lauren!” Suddenly, the chief engineer was next to her car.[break][break]
“What!?”[break][break]
“You need to calm down and go easy out there! There aren’t enough laps left and it’s raining!” He tried to reason with her, but he didn’t expect anything to come out of it, “To hell with that! This was meant to be my win, my victory! I won’t have it taken away from me!”[break][break]
“We need you back in one piece, Lauren! I know you, and I know you’ll crash! There’s always next year!”[break][break]
“Oh, so that’s it!? It’s over!?”[break][break]
“The car’s ready!” The crew’s voice came, cutting into their argument and forcing the chief engineer to back off with a curse. He tried, but it wasn’t enough…[break][break]
“Fuck it!” Would be the last thing he heard from her this race as she drove off, slamming her foot on the throttle as soon as she exited the pit lane. The further she zoomed off, the worse the sinking feeling in the engineer’s stomach became.[break][break]
[break][break]
“Lionel’s car more erratic than ever as she exits the pit lane! She is undoubtably furious and will do anything to get back into first place!”[break][break]
“Lionel’s car twitching this way and that under braking, she almost loses it right there!”[break][break]
The voices of various commentators covering the race came over the TV as Lauren pushed her car to the brink in an attempt to catch up. Watching her car, even to those who knew nothing of F2, conveyed just how much she was pushing it to win. It never seemed to stay straight, even in a straight line, always on the brink of sliding, going as fast as she could to pass her next opponent with a sixth sense for where the grip was even before she turned.[break][break]
“Lionel makes a move on Correa’s Sauber!” She moved up, stuck between his car and the pit lane, braking late and turning, kicking up a massive spray of water and sliding into the long corner, in opposite lock almost the entire way and forcing the American to brake lest he get blinded by the water she was kicking up.[break][break]
“Câmara has spun, Lionel will have to avoid him and de Vries!” They were on both sides of the track, and without thinking, Lauren swerved in zigzag between them, causing de Vries to brake hard in order to avoid a potential crash. He wasn’t the type to risk his life over this, unlike Lauren, whom he considered a madwoman.[break][break]
“Schumacher, Delétraz, and Latifi are in front, and there are only two laps to go! What will Lionel do now?” This was a hard pass if she wanted to win, with three people crowding up the track. Maybe she… no! She had to do this! She refused to have this taken away from her! Pressing hard on the throttle, she’d put pressure on them, pushing them to break away and let her pass. She was practically kissing Schumacher’s rear bumper![break][break]
One lap in, and he finally broke, giving her a little gap, just enough to break through! She pressed her advantage as Turn 1 came up, a long, sweeping, high speed turn where failure to control throttle and grip would result in a high-speed spin and crash. Lauren pushed in between Schumacher and Latifi, slowly gaining on them.[break][break]
But then the braking zone came, and with a single unintended wiggle, it all changed.[break][break]
Lauren was overzealous on the throttle. Way too overzealous, and when she broke, her car went out of control, twitching all over the places before spinning out and hitting Mick Schumacher, causing her car to flip into the air at ridiculous speeds and his to spin out and flip over several times, shredding the back end and engine into pieces. Fortunately for him, the cockpit was intact. Lauren was not so fortunate, though. In fact, she had the worst luck ever.[break][break]
Schumacher’s engine had caught fire, and when Lauren’s car finally hit the wall, it hit her straight in the side. The marshals at the wall could hear the blood-curdling scream of pain as the flaming, heavy engine was stuck inside the cockpit, “Get me out, get me ooooout!”[break][break]
“Come on, get moving!” “Put out that fire!”[break][break]
“Hurry, give me a fire extinguisher!” Yelled Schumacher as the marshals scrambled to put out the fire. It would take a few, very long seconds for them to do so. Enough to cause severe damage to Lauren’s body, and more dangerously, her lungs. She wanted to faint, but she couldn’t. Fainting here increased the chances of death, and her pain-addled mind was clinging on to survival at this point.[break][break]
[break][break]
“Lauren! Lauren, please confirm that you’re okay!” her chief engineer spoke desperately, but to no avail.[break][break]
“Look at the camera, she’s being dragged out!” Her strategist pointed out, seeing a horribly burnt and barely conscious Lauren being pulled out the car.[break][break]
“Oh, no…”
the accident, a consequence of her recklessness
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