// Hate to follow the Gotham Trend-- but its just the perfect city for someone like the Ghost Rider.~ // An average day had turned out boring for the young female. It had been maybe weeks- or months since the demon had taken her over, and life had been oddly boring. She would have thought that living without catching on fire every second would be nice, but this new bliss was unbearable-- and that was the motivation for her road trip. She travelled long and fa through the states, passing cities and towns a like on her way. The Highway took her far, but it wasnt soon until she found herself drifting away from the Highway in some inexplicable drive to an unknown destination; an inner force making her drive this was subconsciously. It wasnt long until she arrived at the City that was unknown to her eyes, and looked completely out of place. A dark shadow of a city, sitting in the middle of where a brighter toned city should have been. There was water around it, and a bridge leading from the main land out to corruption. Lyra travelled straight down that bridge. But as she got closer... her body twitched. An arm or eye, just small flinches as the city got closer and closer to her. Actually driving /into/ the city, the Rider just screamed, veering the bike right off to the left. She pulled over, hobbling off of her auto mobile and staggered into an alleyway. Shed drove... What. A minute into this City, and already the rider was ripping at her seams? It had been so long since shed felt its presence, and now it was back with more strength and determination than ever. And as the Rider surfaced... Lyra could just smell the strong sins that lingered in this god forsaken place. Screaming out once again with her hands shooting up to grab at her hair, Lyra stumbled around the small, dimly lit alley way, hunched over in the pain of her skin burning. Each step she took now left cinders on the ground, and lowly, a slow laughter could be heard beginning to emit from the girl. Her back shot up to straighten, and arms dropped to her sides. Her head tilted back as a loud laugh escaped her flaming mouth, skin sinking into face and melting away to reveal her skull which now set ablaze. Her hands were the next to melt, skin ashing away and leaving bones left. Her leather clothes remained on, but underneath was all skeletal and fire. A demon in leather; a bike demon; whatever you preferred to call it. But she called it the Ghost Rider. And she had arrived to cleanse Gotham City of their sinners, and send a buffet of souls to hells gates.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 03:55:57 +0000
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