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

“I’ll go get you another one.” The girl said seeing that Joel was now the only one without a coffee. There still should have been one left, but someone from the group had apparently taken two. She didn’t like for their star to be without. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Joel said. His attention was on a short highlight reel of the rally in Jamaica that was playing across the big screen. He watched carefully. There were a couple clips from stages where he thought he could have gone faster or perhaps put the nose a little closer to the apex as the back of the car rotated, but it would all look the same to most people: the little VW ripping down a bleached white dirt roadway in the Blue Mountains, drawing a rooster tail of dust behind it as it crossed fields of sugarcane farms. The constructed jump on the final stage was the best part and it hadn’t seemed that high [i]being in the car[/i]. They just flew right through it. He’d let off at just the right second for the nose to come down and the car to soar evenly and they landed firmly on all four wheels like he’d done it a hundred times. That particular part was always satisfying to watch. “I could use a little walk. I’ll go get it.” He said turning his glance back. 

As he stuck his hands in his pockets and turned to head out, he immediately found someone in a Daedalus uniform was [i]right behind him[/i] wanting something signed and nearly bumped into her. “Oh, uhhh.” He glanced around momentarily for one of their promo posters to sign and caught sight of Marlin and another one of her cohorts hanging around the cars on display. When she saw him, he gave a smirk and a wink before turning back to her friend. “What’s his name?” He scribbled on the slick poster-paper as the young pilot spoke. Joel’s signature was a wild blast over the photo of the same Porsche in the display with himself standing next to it. Normally, he was very critical of pictures of himself, but the one they’d chosen wasn’t bad: A bend in the parkway road up to Mount Atlas where the low clouds had [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/f72b19f84e6645b1ed38d8810fcf7da6/tumblr_pbkspdB6Hs1wkvvnzo1_500.jpg]settled around the base of the mountain[/url]. They had designed a very simple black driving suit for him to go with the car for the upcoming event and he held his [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4617080]signature orange helmet[/url] underarm.   

“You know, I [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4587778]once raced your coworker[/url] over there,” He said handing over the poster and tilting his head slightly towards where Marlin was standing. “In my other racecar, you should ask her about it sometime.” 

[@PrinceAlexus]