this post is in direct continuation of above post of @Mythrin
RK Series Racing
Part 1.5: “Familiar” Faces
Johnson is casually looking around from the team’s designated pit-box, noticing a freakishly tall young man vaguely approaching his team’s area. He giant does not seam to be aiming for anything in particular. Carter is focused on keeping track of the race.
Johnson coughs to grab Carters attention and gestures with his head toward the strangely tall man walking toward their pit.
Johnson: “I think he’s coming over here Mandy.”
The unknown man continues to approach at a for him leisurly pace, yet brisk for people of average height. He is casually looking around at the way other teams have set up their operations on this event. He is carring a cell phone of sorts, on which he isn’t doing anything of interest at the moment.
Carter having noticed the man observing other teams shuffles the JESA’s Haynes manual, which was open on the chapter about it’s carburettor, and turns down the volume on the walkie-talkie which was linked with her brother’s in the car.
Johnson rolled his eyes at Carters minor paranoia and continued looking nonchalantly into the pit lane, trying not to make eye contact with the approaching man.
He manages to establish eye contact successfully and the giant looks at Johnson, waving and smiling at him. He seems to be in a very good mood to Johnson.
Johnson eases up seeing the giants friendly greeting, and as said giant man approaches he greets him with a smile.
Johnson: “Alright… hey are you with them lot?”
He points to the pit about 4 lanes away noticing a car with a figure slumped in the back seat.
Johnson: “You weren’t in America were you?”
The man approaches to a point where regular talking volume is useable, then he turns around looking at the car Connor is seated in.
Schrant: “Err… i AM with them, but not American, nor have i been to the US as of yet. Why asking?”
a second of silence
Schrant: “And good morning, since we are talking now. [smiling]”
The two members of Bakewell Boxer peer up to the giant man.
Johnson: “Oh pardon me, goodmorning, you must certainly be enjoying the new days weather up there”
Carter drew in her breathe and rolled her eyes, facing away from the giant as if she were in a sitcom.
Johnson: “Oh and it’s just that WE, well more so I, have met your teammates before… in America.”
Carter: “Yes, we were in another competition sort of like this.”
Schrant: [sarcastic chuckle] “Yeah thanks… weather’s nice here… Either way, you know my newly found friends? i Knew of Redwood being an American, but him knowing people internationally is new to me.”
The phone: “Who are you talking to there??”
Schrant: [into phone] “Some other racers claiming they know you and Connor.”
Schrant: “OTHER RACERS CLAIMING THEY KNOW US!”
Phone: “What team do they belong to?”
Schrant: “I dunno, ask them.”
Schrant is holding up his phone for Johnson to speak into.
Johnson leans forward slightly to speak into the mic.
Johnson: “Hello… yes we met in America, I gave you my phone number in the restaurant, we’re Team Bakewell Boxer.”
Phone: “Oh Hello there! … Glad you’re Here … Talk to you once done driving.”
Carter notices Connor straightening his seating position, followed by some undefined movements. He then gets out of the car, wearing only jeans and shoes while also revealing a yellow, then blue dot on his head, looks around a bit and then briskly aims at the group of three. She also notices an unusual but unexplained movement of his right arm.
Carter: [Talking to the giant man but gesturing toward Connor who was coming over at quite a pace] “Your friend over there he was in America too, is he alright?”
Carter was now noticing the lack of clothing on his top half and furrowed her brow as Connor approached.
Schrant turns around seeing Connor approaching topless and was not exactly surprised.
Schrant: “I still haven’t been to america, but he kinda is american. At least as far as i know…”
Carter catches herself staring as Connor approaches, but averts her gaze as he stands with the group.
Johnson: [Briefly looking Connor up and down] “Hey um… Connor isn’t it, we have the same name hopefully it doesn’t get too confusing.”
Johnson laughs awkwardly and holds out his hand for Connor to shake.
Connor: “Greetings, Ms. Carter and Mr. Johnson. Confusion is bound to set in at some point, given potentially identical spelling.”
Schrant: “What are you doing here?”
Connor: “I am geographically bound to Redwood instead of Captain Tonsom for the duration of our stay in sweden. And since he currently is driving, i am now here.”
Connor rejects the handshake and is looking confused.
Johnson: [Johnson pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket] “Yes hello, geographically bound what d…”
Carter: [Clears her throat and interrupts her teammate, her eyes darting around Connor’s surrounding] “I don’t remember seeing you drive last time, you here for moral support again?”
Connor: “I did drive last time, if you are referring to the Once More event, and i do intend to drive here as well, but there might be some control issues on that front…”
Schrant: “What are you on about?”
Connor: “Not exactly sure, but i lost any and all control of my right arm from and including elbow and down.”
Schrant: [annoyed] “Really?”
Connor: “Yes… Also, is there a problem, Miss?”
Mandy blushed bright red even through her already rosy complexion courtesy of the cold breeze going of the Swedish air.
Carter: [Caught of guard] “No! Problem? No… it’s just… isn’t it a bit cold to not be wearing a shirt?”
Johnson: [Butting in] “Lost all control of your right arm! Are you alright, do you need to go to a hospital!”
Johnson was wearing a very shocked expression at the description of Connor’s arm’s mobility.
Connor: “I am sorry about that, but apparently the set of clothes i have got lost in transit. Also i appreciate you trying to help, but i doubt that a hospital would be of much use for me…”
Schrant: [confused] “Wait what? I remember Tim pulling a bundle out of the crate you came in. [Into phone] Do you know where Connor’s clothes are?”
Phone: “No. Haven’t you packed them?”
Schrant: “I thought you did?? Just keep driving, we’ll find a way…”
Connor: “It’s not cold to the degree of it being an issue, and being topless is not forbidden.”
Schrant: “Problem [finger quotes] solved…”
In the meantime, Connor is investigating his arm by holding it up using the other one, showing a white spot with what both members of the Bakewell Boxers would consider a cut in the middle.
The two teammates of Bakewell Boxer both stared at each other eyes wide.
Johnson: “The crate…”
Carter cut him off swiping her hand back an forth by her neck
Carter: “No I guess it’s not forbidden, I was just wondering whether you were…” [She looked Connor up and down] “a bit chilly.”
Carter looked at Connor examining his arm more closely.
Connor: [confused; still examining arm] “Chilly?”
Schrant: “Erm… cold.”
Connor: [now looking at Carter and Johnson, still holding on arm with the other] “No.”
Johnson: “I was bloody freezing this morning after being in that tent all night, I don’t know how you do it.”
Carter was subtly scanning over Connor, looking at his chest, neck, injured arm and finally his temple; she furrowed her brown again and thought deeply, then straightened her posture.
Carter: “Well do make sure you look after yourself anyway, even if you don’t put a shirt on.”
Schrant: “Has been a pleasure meeting you! Hope your car is doing good. See ya later, maybe. [chuckles]”
Connor: “Temperatures are not an issue if above freezing. Have a nice day then. [polite nod]”
Schrant and Connor turn around and head off for their pit box.
The two teammates turn and look at each other.
Johnson: “Why were you acting so strangely?”
Carter: “I bloody well was not! Never mind me acting strange what about that Connor guy?”
Johnson: “That’s what I was tal…”
Carter: “There’s something weirder than normal weird going on with that lot, I mean a 7ft man comes blundering over then his topless friend comes over in the freezing cold wearing jeans and a belt, and starts talking about how it’s not cold enough to cause problems, I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.”
Johnson: “Something is certainly amiss Mandy but…”
Carter: “No buts, I’m gonna solve this.”
to be continued