(𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵?) "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧." An independent, exclusive, and low activity Driver from Drive (2011), functioning largely off the movie adaptation with minor book influences. A stunt driver, mechanic, moonlighting getaway driver, a ghost, and an angry, watchful dog of a thing. He will not bite until pressed, but he is always, always unmuzzled. Your second chance is your last chance. A creature of the neon-glow and the rot scraped from the criminal underbelly, there is a quiet, fierce, incessant hunger to heel.
🦂 Fleeing the scene with... @laperlina.
Please read my rules and my about pages before interacting. Both can be accessed beneath the read more found below. Verses are pending.
My main blog is for Ryland Grace @heliosphage.
I. Godmodding will not be tolerated. However, for setting up a scene, generic set-ups may be pursued i.e. catching Driver at the garage. Go crazy.
II. I will write only with mutual followers.
III. Do not expect immediate follow backs.
IV. This is a selective blog. I will only follow blogs with characters I find Driver can interact with. Second, the blog must have a rules and about page. Additionally, an emphasis in writing must be present meaning there should not be frequent out of character content. I really only unfollow for inactivity. Also, I check if you write with anyone in my DNI for my safety. If you have, I am not following no matter the circumstance.
V. I ask that you unfollow with a hardblock.
VI. Shipping is open though not the priority. I only ship with one variation of any canon character. I will not ship if you are already shipping with a Driver. This is for my comfort. Also note that Driver is aro-spec and asexual.
VII. On the topic of shipping, this blog is open to NSFW interactions. My writing partners should be +21.
VIII. In terms of banned content, I am open to writing most content except sexual violence/sexual assault/or anything related to disrespecting sexual boundaries/autonomy.
IX. Let me know of any triggers you may have, and I will tag my posts accordingly. I read everyone’s rules pages; however, things may slip my mind. I personally do not have any triggers. PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT DARK CONTENT WILL BE FOUND HERE. Driver has bouts of extreme violence and has shown possessive and obsessive tendencies. Themes of and discussions around abuse (childhood and marital) will be present.
X. I practice mains. I may interact with numerous portrayals of a certain character, but a main will remain my priority as well as the default of that character in my writing of Driver.
XI. Don’t interact if you write with geracht/zimwy/prodigil (Danny), who consistently denies and vocally robs me of my rape experience while ignoring the accounts of other SA survivors, 4ssemble/gallantry (Axel/Briarwood, see here), and goldfanged (Ana, see here), all of whom avidly support my abuser/rapist indeath (Q) and have a history of doing so by stalking and harassing/provoking victims. I have already been harassed, and they have gone so far as to harass my brother. They have already sent vile messages such as this one linked here. This is a hard boundary. Please, do NOT put these people in my space. I will NOT make exceptions. This is my extensive callout. While not necessary, I'd appreciate it if you liked the linked post with the callout to show me you have read and respect this rule in particular.
Out of character, you can call me Dean. I’m Viet and +30.
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ABOUT.
Name: Paul West (seldom given) Alias: Driver Birthday: November 18th Age: 30 Gender: Cis Male Race: Caucasian Martial Status: Single Sexuality: Aro-spec asexual Religion: Atheist Current Residence: Los Angeles, California, USA Languages: English
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
Height: 6'0" Build: Muscular Hair Color: Sandy-blonde Eye Color: Blue Markings: Multiple scars Notable Conditions: N/A
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘/𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋.
MBTI: ISTP, the Virtuoso. Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Positives: Focused, dependable, unflappable. Neutrals: Observant, quiet, patient. Negatives: Possessive, violent, obsessive.
Driver has antisocial personality disorder. It is a disorder that directly impacts a person's ability to experience empathy, and as such, Driver cares very, very little for people's feelings or in understanding them. Furthermore, he seldom grapples with remorse or regret for the deeds he's committed unless someone he deeply cares for is affected.
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
Mechanic. Working at a chop shop with his boss, Shannon, Driver knows everything there is to know about cars. He finds comfort, safety, and reliability in the guts and the metal frame of these mechanical beasts. By and large, Driver feels more at home in the upholstery of his 1973 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu than anywhere else.
Stunt Driver. Driver works in Hollywood movies as a stunt driver, though the job isn't necessarily always reliable -- hence his working at a garage. Driver is focused and difficult to intimidate; as such, he makes for a very daring and no-nonsense stunt driver. Where others may experience some apprehension, he seems to be robbed of fear and nerve entirely.
Getaway Driver. This is what people care most about: his moonlighting as a getaway driver for criminals. Driver has two rules: one, never work with the same person twice; and two, he is your getaway driver within a 5 minute window only. He does not take unnecessary risks, does not share details about himself, and is as slippery and rubber-burning a get-out-of-jail-free card as you can possibly get.
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
The story starts simply.
Getaway driver is trouble.
Getaway driver is mean.
Getaway driver is reliable.
And getaway driver falls in love with a girl, his neighbor -- and the girl's named Irene.
Suddenly, less like a sucker punch and more like a crawling, growing, impassioned obsession, getaway driver begins to feel something, something softer, something with more tenderness to it than even the purr of an engine or the hum of asphalt beneath the carriage. Irene, mother to a sweet boy named Benicio, falls squarely into the center of this getaway driver's attention, and it is -- it is a dangerous, dangerous place for a sweet, for a kind and gentle woman to land. Driver likes sweet and gentle. Driver wants sweet and gentle for perhaps just a snapshot of a moment.
Irene's husband, Standard, however, soon gets out of prison, and the money he owes a gangster named Cook in prison puts Irene and Benicio in dire straits. Driver knows how these men function; without the green, his sweet and gentle will die. They will be the collateral. He takes umbrage with that.
So, Driver offers to help. It's simple: a heist, one he's helped criminals flee from time and time again. You know the drill. You have five minutes. If anything happens on either side of that, you're on your own. It's procedure. And it was -- until Standard was gunned down right as he was headed back to the getaway car. Very suspicious.
Driver is now angry. Poor, poor Standard, yes. Poor Standard with his chest blown out and his heart caved in in the LA heat. How very sad. But sadder still is Benicio and Irene and the world of ache that is doomed to find them once news breaks out. Driver has beef with Cook. Big beef. Driver finds Cook. Driver brings a hammer, a bullet, and threatens Cook who tells him it was a man named Nino who made sure the heist went so, so wrong. He calls Nino and offers to return the money they had stolen in the heist. Nino disagrees. Nino sends a hitman to Driver's apartment. Nino is going to kill his sweet and gentle.
Driver doesn't let that happen. He finds Irene. They slip into the elevator, and Nino's man with his piece tucked in his pricey, flashy suit is there. This is it. Fuck it, right? He kisses her. It's a goodbye, and god, it's a hello, a want to have breakfast tomorrow?, and a what we could have been all rolled into one sweet, bitter jaeger bomb of gasoline, yearning, joy and grief right in his gums. LA's cocktails pack a punch. Driver turns around and violently kills Nino's man. He stomps his head in to be exact -- over and over and over like so many pulped grapes. The elevator door dings, revealing what appears to be a vineyard inside. Driver turns to the door. Irene slipped outside panicked, and the door shuts, and that's that.
Goodbye, sweet and gentle.
But Driver has a bone to pick with Nino now, doesn't he? He does. And so he finds Nino, runs him down with his beautiful, beautiful Malibu, and drowns him in the Pacific. Goodbye, Nino. But Nino, as is so often the case with these monster types, had friends in high places, and Bernie, Nino's friend, ends up talking to Driver on the phone to arrange for a meeting. Driver agrees for his sweet and gentle; no matter what, if I give you the money from this heist, you must leave Irene and Benicio alone. And he promises. But Driver can't leave. And he nearly doesn't. Driver takes Bernie to his Malibu, opens the trunk to his baby, and -- bam. Belly full of dagger. That hurts. But that's okay, because Driver rears back and Bernie finds his neck full of dagger in turn. The scorpion strikes back. Always should've known. Goodbye, Bernie.
What a mess. Driver struggles back into his car, abdomen a sucking wound, a sluice of spilling jam and LA neon, and he survives. Somehow. Someway. He leaves LA, leaves Irene, leaves Benicio, and does all he thinks to do: drive.
