Highway to Hell [Open]

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He's always had a thing for speed. Running as soon as he could walk, racing tricycles, the electric-kinetic swing of a bat, a knife, a flying fist. The thrill drags up goosebumps out of his skin, flushes his face, spreads his mouth into a grin. The thrill gets him off and makes him an addict. "Nice night for a drive." Milo's voice is rough in the dark and his knuckles are white around the throttle. He adds a laugh to end; it sounds hollow as it bounces around the sleek exterior of the cityscape, off the windshield, his passenger. His passenger doesn't respond; Milo didn't expect him to. But he slouches down in his seat, and leers over the tight chrome of his ancient Kawasaki. Milo kept the dims on, drove faster than was legal but the police never patrolled these long stretches between population centers, and the blacktop was smooth. The tires hummed against it and when he cracked the corner and tapped the brakes, he passed a side-long glance between the man straddling his own bike as he strode up and watched in the side view as red and blue lights illuminated the path he'd left - sending thugs scattering in wild-eyed grief. Milo didn't flinch and only rammed the transmission into gear and jerked forward his grin a mockery of every other time. "Let's go." He paused, smirking slow and deadly like the side of a scalpel. "Oh, and I brought some company." tag: Lance Mallory ▪ words: meh ▪ ooc: shortish

made by kei at GS

[Lance Mallory]

"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad" ☒ Open ✐ 283 ✉ That is the Pandora Hearts Break's "You are so... useless" right there. Lance just loved it so much that he decided to use it orz MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Lance's head shot up at the sound of a police siren, but unlike the thugs, he just smirked confidently, while Siri groaned. "I knew this was a bad idea," the Gizamon muttered under her breath with a whine, claws gripping the black jacket even tighter than they were before. "I just knew it, but do you ever listen to me? No. I don't understand it, and now we're gonna get arrested, and it's all your fault." Lance rolled his crimson eyes at Siri's panic, not at all concerned the way his Rookie was. He'd outrun the cops before, it wouldn't take him too much effort to do it again. Instead, he shot a Cheshire grin over at the other man. "What, so they're your friends?" he chirped, his tone innocent. "You are so... useless." The last word was full of implication, contradicting the grin on his face, and that was all that he had to say before he opened up the throttle, the bike shooting out underneath him, engine purring between his calves as Siri let out a surprised wail before burying her face in his back. He could feel her mouth moving, no doubt with some choice words for him, but he didn't particularly care for them. The wind snatched them away anyway, and no doubt they were just another whine for him to slow down and go home. Fat chance of that happening. Lance might not have been the type of man who would toss things away on a gamble, but he did like playing for higher stakes. Besides, it had been quite a while since he'd out-rode some sucker and a handful of cops. This was going to be fun.