Owner	Pose
Shredder	Clinton, didn't get it's nickname without reason. Hell's Kitchen brews all sorts of the worst crime. The cracks in the sidewalks, grass sometimes found growing in the space between the pavements as spring has come, and the street maintenance teams don't come here quite as often as to some other places in the city. One can hardly blame them.     The sun is on its way down, and those who are not so guilty have started to wrap up, shops drop their large metal gates, the clatter of iron guards lock shut across doors or the local establishments. It's a beautiful day, really. The sun is still out, cool enough that you can wear pants, but warm enough for short sleeves. A glint across the sky scrapers from Manhattan leave a reflective shine on the street in the shape of the windows from a more successful part of town. A reminder that success is up there. It's not down here.
Robbie Reyes	The sun shines in Heaven. Darkness reigns in Hell. Metal gates are drawn up like fortresses and their portcullis, staving away and defending against the oncoming wall of night that leaves no one safe. The streets become bare. Hell's Kitchen was rough. It was in the news at least twice a day and the bodies were triple that number. Some word on the street surrounded the coming of a new figure. Many didn't care. They only knew a name: 'La Leyenda de Hillrock Heights'. A pitch-black muscle car starts to stroll down the street. Too slow to be joyriding. He's watching. He's listening. He's waiting like a snake in the grass, poised to strike at the first second of trouble. His senses are expanded. A ghost in the darkness. The sun draws near to earth. The devils come out to play.
Shredder	The reflection of the sun slowly slides from the street and up to the walls of the buildings. Several people give an eye to the muscle car as it quietly rolls down the worn streets.     A massive blond mountain of a man stands on the street. His tone is aggressive, but he's not shouting as he talks to a group of three.     "Not my problem. The Foot said they aren't fallin' in line. You can get your points with the Shredder, or he can get his points with you," he says. "Figure it out.     The two men and one woman all look like they have been in more than a few fights in their time. "Fine, we'll do the dirty work, but we want a pass on this month's fees. All the supply shortages in the city, it's hard to get a decent boost even if it does pay well with everybody bein' so hard up."     "I can swing that for ya," the blond man says. "Take care of it." He turns, and starts walking away down the street. He himself makes his way down to one of the subway tunnels, while the three are left to their own devices.     "Well, they'll be at Ernie's in the next few minutes," one of the men says. "We can go be there when they get there." The other two agree, and begin making their way down the poor streets of Clinton.
Robbie Reyes	Most people would consider that car to be some kind of abomination towards actual cars. It'sh eavily modified. It's not a thing of beauty. This thing looked like it was meant to drive through walls and wake up neighborhoods. It looks /mean/. The rider inside looks head to the large blonde man on the street. Looking like he wants to break people in half with his bare hands and laugh about it. He hears a few things of note. The Foot. No clue what the hell that is. In addition, the Shredder....who or what is a Shredder? Silly name. Robbie looks at these individuals as it appears. Though the trio, as they walk down the street, may be startled by the sudden roar of the Charger as it rolls dow nthe street and pulls up next to them. The window rolls down to reveal a latino male. "Hola. Where's that big guy over there going?" He points at the disappearing mountain as he takes off towards one of the subway tunnels. "I'm meaning to have a word. He looks like a guy who might be able to help me." He looks at the trio then with a smile. Cna he smell the filth of sin on them? Can he scent their evil ways?
Shredder	The trio all turn, though hardened enough that they aren't startled by the large black car. The woman, who has a blonde undercut, and a sleeveless vest over a black sports bra, walks up the the car passenger window when Robbie calls out. She leans casually on both elbows on the window, glancing around the interior before answering. "Goin' where he likes," she says with a smirk. "You into the big muscle guys?" she asks. She's not a nice girl. She's mean-spirited, jaded by what she's done to others and they have done to her. "Not the kind of neighborhood you wanna go just ask about the leader of the Purple Dragons.     The two men form her wings as they approach behind her. The one on the left is hungry for power over people. He has a buzz cut that hasn't been freshened up in a few minutes, and the look of a man who drinks too much. He's wearing an ashe gray T-shirt for a beerfest and blue jeans. He's hurt a lot of people to get what little presence he has in the world.     The other is a black man. He's taller and more muscular than the other two, but he's distinct. He's lonely. Not a nice guy, but his heart is just hurting for someone to care about him. He's done his share of nefarious deeds, all in hopes that someone will welcome him as a brother and friend.
Robbie Reyes	Robbie looks at all three of them. The scales are out of balance. The first, a violent man who wants power over others. The worst kind of person. He's committed many nefarious deeds. The kinds that delivers one's soul to the foulest of the Pit. Robbie narrows his eyes at this man, the man who drinks. Who hurts. Who enjoys causing it. He looks then to the woman. Mean-spirited. Jaded. Much pain and hurt has been caused to her. Too much. The kind that can break a person to their knees and shatter their spirit before it even has a chance to form. She is the one who speaks to him initially. "No." Though heh ears the name of the Purple Dragons and Robbie can't help but laugh. "Creative, I'll give you that chica." Robbie comments to her. Though last, certainly not least, is the other tall man. More muscular. Distinct. He's not kind, but he acts out in hopes that someone will notice him. Robbie's targets are clear. He puts his elbows on the car window, unlocking the door and exiting the vehicle as he looks at the trio. "Ever hear of the 5th Street Locos?" A gang in Hillrock Heights that were butchered to the last man. "You guys remind me of them." He looks to the more muscular man. THe heart of nefarious deeds but would likely have made other choices if he had /anyone/. The other two? Robbie exhales and hot flames exits his mouth. The sun falls quiet. Robbie's eyes glow with hellish flame.
Shredder	The man pushes the woman aside. "You threatening us?" he asks. "You need to be movin' along, hombre," he says. "Antes de que te lastimes. Hm?" His posturing is put to an end when he sees the glow, and all three of them back up from the car.     "Tony, it's a frickin' mutant," the woman says. There's a pause, and all three look uncertain of what they should do next.
Robbie Reyes	"Mutant?" Robbie's voice becomes distorted, much akin to that of a demon or extraterrestial entity. Robbie's eyes continue to burn bright with the fires of Hell. The man who was posturing him steps back and Robbie steps towards him. "You've caused damages that cannot be repaired. Judgment is here. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this." The rest of Robbie's skin bursts until it's nothing but ashes. What lies before, is the skeletal remains of the Ghost Rider. The demon wrectches forth a truly harrowing roar at the man who tried to be tough. "It's time to pay for your sins." The roar before is a whisper now.
Shredder	All three backpedal, and what few people are still out in the neighborhood all look on, unable to see what has caused the commotion inside the car.     "Oh shit! Shit shit!" The three stumble backward, all terrified at the inhuman monstrosity that's appeared before them. They as one start sprinting away, desperate to get as much distance as they can from the Ghost Rider, and rush down an alleyway to prevent a pursuit in the car.     "What was that?" Deon, the muscular black man asks in a voice a bit too high for his stature.     "I dunno!" the woman says, visibly shaking. "Looked like a demon or some crazy shit!" she says. They continue down the alley, checking behind them as they run.
Robbie Reyes	"Boo." The demonic voice echoes out into laughter. It sounds like Robbie...but it also sounds like something else too. Another person with Robbie. Ghost Rider was born. Though the three flee through the streets and back alleys, the Hellcharger roars across the many streets of the city. Maybe to cut them off? Why was there fire after them? They get far enough that they might believe they have evaded the monster that chased them... Until a hand breaks through a wall, hoping to grab Tony by the throat.
Shredder	"I think he's gone," Tony says as the black car bursts down the street. "Oh man, what the hell was-" he doesn't get to finish as the penance demanding grip comes through the wall of the building. Tony starts screaming, grabbing the hand to try to pull it away. The woman doesn't. She just runs.     Deon, on the other hand, has a little more integrity. He starts to back off, but then can't leave Tony behind. He reaches out, grabbing that skeletal limb, and starts pulling on it to try to free his friend.
Robbie Reyes	Deon was a brave soul. But try as he might, he can't contend with the physical enhancements of the Ghost Rider. The creature starts to fully come out of the wall, turning his attention to Deon as those hellish eyes stare at him. Seeing his darkness. His evil. "Run." The creature whispers, trying to strike the terror only a demon can give to a person into Deon's heart. He's sparing him. But Tony? Tony might find that oxygen is leaving him quickly, and even the Ghost Rider's grasp burns him. If he somehow survives this, he'll have one hell of a scar around his neck.
Shredder	Deon is overwhelmed with his fear, having come face to face with the Ghost Rider. Convinced that he can do nothing to save Tony, he lets go, and he does that. He runs. He stumbles back, slamming intoa dumpster and spinning, running, though looking back to watch as he goes after the woman.     "Get off! Gettt-hehugh," Tony tugs desperately, eyes wide with fear. He brings a foot up to kick against the Ghost Rider's chest to try to free himself from the grip.