Johnny Blaze (flamehead) wrote in tomorrowtoday, @ 2011-08-23 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ant-man, captain america, dr. strange, ghost rider, hawkeye, howard stark, iron fist, iron man, loki, scarlet witch, spider-man, the vision, thor, warbird |
Thread: This just in--Ghost Rider wrecks havoc at Stark's [OTA]
Characters: Ghost Rider OT reactions and subthreads
NPCs: Captain Rogers, Howard Stark, Steven Strange, The Vision
Location: Stark School (everywhere)
Timeline: August 23, 2011 (just past Monday midnight)
Description: Ghost Rider destroys the school yo
Rating: R (Violence, swearing and possibly more?)
Note: Feel free to have your own subthreads with each other or with GR. Meesha, tell me if I need to change anything! :D
The once meticulously groomed lawn that surrounded the Howard Stark School of Tomorrow was criss-crossed with burnt trails. Most of the black lines were now nothing more than scorched dirt but several fresher tracks still burned orange as the fire slowly ate away at the blades of grass--the trees that were barely three years old were nothing more than burning matches. Similar tracks could be seen on the brick walls of both buildings on the compound as well as the pavements that connected them. Flyers would see that the tracks also covered the roofs.
It all started with a dream. A nightmare to be exact.
Johnny had fallen asleep with his half-drunk conversation with Carol. In his dreams, Grace had burst through a window and come back to him. Johnny was standing next to a giant bottle of whiskey and for some reason that didn't seem very strange to him. Then Johnny and Grace rode off to Illinois (it only took a minute) and burned down his hometown. It didn't make sense but it was just a dream. Johnny, still asleep, didn't notice the smell of burning flesh or the fact that his head was getting warmer and warmer.
Then the dreams stopped and instead of Johnny, Zarathos took over. The spirit roared in triumph and flames shot out of his mouth, burning the ceiling above Johnny's bed. His ride was already there by the bed. Zarathos got onto the bike and the hellish ride roared to life. The door was little more than cardboard as the Ghost Rider made his way out into the hallway. The fire alarm going off did not matter to him.
The Ghost Rider rode again.