Name's Blaze... Johnny Blaze. The one and only folks, stunt cyclist extraordinaire, back and ready to ride. Please... no autographs.(RP account for Johnny Blaze/Ghost Rider. Comicverse.)
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lydia-in-darkness said: ” ya it’s pretty Complicated, lets just say I was in Acoma or something.”
“Is everythin’ alright?”
” you know the Usual. Damien & blackheart going on a Killing spree then having a nervous break down and I getting hurt in the mix.”
“Woah.”, Johnny frowned, rubbing his neck. “I hadn’t heard…is everything alright now?”
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“I think it’d be easier to jus’ use the stove.”, Johnny chuckled and nodded, his stomach growling in agreement. “Sam’whiches sound good.”
“Yeah but not as COOL.” Buttercup responded, stubborn as always. She nodded and smirked, grabbing onto Johnny’s pant leg and pulling him towards the kitchen.
“‘Specially icecream sam’wiches but Professor ate ‘em all.”
“Hey, better than gettin’ melted marshmallow on my face.”, he laughed, letting her pull him along towards the kitchen, plopping down at the kitchen table. “Aw…I love icecream sandwiches. Those are my favorites.”
thesonofhellstrom said: // HOLY SHIT. SPAWN? THE SOUND THE LEFT MY MOUTH WAS NOT HUMAN. AND WOKE THE BABY. fuck…
//IKR? SAME….and I don’t have a baby. Concerned as to what that crying sound is coming from now…
“Is everythin’ alright?”
" hey Johnny!"
“Howdy, darlin’. Long time no see!”
Mabel was stocking up the shelves with more souvenirs when she heard the bell on the door jingle. She turned her head and saw a man enter. He looked like one of those biker guys she saw hanging around the local bar in town. But like any other customer she was going to greet him with friendly smile “Hi there, Welcome to the Mystery Shack can I help you mister?” she asked.
“Jus’ pokin’ around.”, Johnny shrugged, eying over the various items and shelves. He rolled into town a few days prior and quickly learned that this was a very odd place. “Here ya got quite the collection of strange things in your little museum here.”
