[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

Joel smirked at Sio’s comments about chivalry and modesty. “Guess I should probably take them back then.” He said as his smirk became a very poorly concealed smug grin. However, the kids reactions were a nice surprise that pulled his attention away from her for a moment. He put out his hand for the younger boy that ran up to plant an affirmative “five” that struck with a loud clap that all could hear. What caught him though was the boy’s words: [i]finished third[/i]. The sound of it just irritated him: [i]Third[/i]. He knew he could have pushed harder, but he’d done the right thing and preserved the car- save for hitting the final jump wide open and clearing the 50 meter board with ease and winning the long jump competition. No, it was their first time out, new car and new team, just getting in the top five would have been a victory, putting it on the podium was nigh unthinkable. He’d dominated the opening street stages, beating the rival Red Bull sponsored Citroen, so much so that the German crew had taken to calling him [i]Stierkampfer[/i], or the [i]bullfighter[/i].

Listening to them chatter and the young girl paint Sio with water color, Joel began rummaging through her art supplies before very unartistically sitting down on the grass with one of her spare canvases in his lap and several colored pencils. The younger boys and girls quickly gathered around to see what he was doing, completely ignoring their seats and painting assignment. He began sketching. Not being very elegant in his technique, he drew mechanically with detail like a printer; starting at the bottom and spitting out the shapes like an engineering drawing. First the base ground, then the wheels, then the side profile of a car before he glanced up as Sio finished cleaning herself up enough to notice that he had essentially hijacked half her class. “We’re not painting cookies and flowers today,” He said matter-of-factly. “We’re drawing a racecar.” 

[@Almalthia]