Len's OCs: Quick Writes/Sample Writings

London : Racing

[TWS
- Minor Cursing
- Racing
- Risk taking/suicidal behavior (very small)
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"London, someone wants to race you,"

London looked up from the engine of his expensive car, a sleek blue-black bugatti divo, the silver haired male had gotten it detailed so that instead of the pale blue seen on the original car, it was a smooth purple.

He looked over at who was talking to him as he lowered the hood on his car, soon leaning against it. He didn't slide off easily as he was wearing tight leather pants and a black, sleeveless, turtleneck shirt.

He hummed as he crossed one leg over the other, looking at his nails before up towards his friend who was also leaning against the car accept he had been more off it than London was.

"I don't race just about anyone, y'know."

He hummed, the short blonde that had told him shrugged.

"Some guy from America saw you and your car and is now adamant about racing you, says that's the prize."

The blonde pointed over to a useless decorative piece, it being thousands of dollars yet the silvery haired male couldn't find anything interesting about it. Though, London would humor the man, hopping off the hood of his car.

Keith looking up from his phone once he had heard the male hop off the expensive car, he took the keys to the thing and threw them his way, London catching them and getting into the driver's seat after checking that the hood was closed properly, sending a wink over to the sweet little thing he had taken interest in.

"Don't lose."

Keith mumbled as he got in, putting on the seatbelt that had been modified so that the car could be used for racing without anyone flying out of the vehicle.

"Oh, I won't."

London buckled up, starting the car, it roared to life, people moving out of the way of his car so that could pull out of the spot he had put his car in.

Maneuvering the vehicle, he soon came up next to his challenger. Rolling down the window on his brother's side he looked over at the car.

"Good luck, newbie."

London winked, watching as a woman came up between the cars, unhooking her bra and holding it up in the air.

"Ready!"

The engines started up even louder, gaining momentum slowly.

"Set!"
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"Go!"

London sped off first, down the highway. The other guy wasn't far behind, but got caught at the turn, where the silver haired male had drifted the turn, speeding ahead.

"Does this guy know who I am?"

London scoffed, taking a tight turn, soon enough the guy was on his tail, just about passing him. Though London wasn't going to let that happen, beginning to swerve dangerously and take up most of the road.

"Goddammit London, don't kill us."

"I won't, though I doubt either of us would mind being dead."

He hummed, shifting to the highest gear to speed forward, drifting a turn once more. Though all of the sudden his competitor sped up as well, speeding past him after messily drifting the turn.

"This whore, trying to show off in land that isn't his."

London cursed under his breath, he caught up but because of where they were at, there was barely any room or time left to take past the guy and win, which meant he was going to lose.

And London, definitely, wasn't happy about that.

He watched the guy reach the end and then drive off, London deciding to show off anyways and drift through the end, stopping his car perfectly.

London had a small fit in the car where no one except his brother could see him, annoyed and pissed off that he had lost.

"Stupid fucking american shithead! Tryna show off like he's all that, fucker can't even drift correctly!"

He huffed, soon enough calming himself with help from his friend, them both getting out of the vehicle. He still got a big crowd, people not seeming to care that he had lost.

He put up a mask for the time being, smiling and thanking people as they complimented him on his driving style.

"Loves, loves, you all can talk to me tomorrow. Me and Keith are tired and I've got plans,"

He gave a smile, walking up to the person he had gained interest in, pulling them with him and back to his car.

"How about a night with me, cutie~?"

He kissed their wrist, looking them in the eyes with a smirk, his friend had made it his job to keep people away from the racer.