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uneasy_rider ([info]uneasy_rider) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-02-24 08:55:00


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Entry tags:inactive - roxanne, nicholas salem, plot-"from hell with love"

Down and Out in the Big Easy.
Her first thought when she turns face up is that she got rolled somehow. Someth'n ain't stick'n, like where she was last night. Last thing she can recall, the Devil and some big fiery Ghost-thing were talk'n some lawyer stuff over her an' Johnny for what they'd done to save Daddy and that's when the world exploded. She'd like to write that off as a hangover dream, but that big fiery demon thing has a name and its talk'n to her say'n it don't know where they are either. the only thing it knows is the bike's here and this ain't home. Home is gone and now the apir of 'em are stuck in the French Quarter.

"Damn, Roxanne," she murmurs to herself as she flips up the kickstand. "Must'a been some weird highway."



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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-24 07:59 am UTC (link)
The musing is broken up by the sound of a motorcycle. Specifically, a serious custom job late-90's Harley. Not necessarily made with all the best of the best in parts, but distinctive enough to say someone who knows Harleys loves this bike.

There's also something else, something at least Zarathos picks up on. Specifically, Zarathos is approaching.

Nick picks up on an oddity as well, trying to place it and not quite sure what the demon is trying to tell him, amidst all the other things Zarathos has been shouting at him ever since hell opened up.

The end result is that he comes to a stop a short way away, removing his helmet, and eyeing Roxanne.

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[info]uneasy_rider
2010-02-24 08:07 am UTC (link)
"What the -" Whether Nick notices the girl or the bike next is a good question, and an academic one. She's riding a customized '65 Panhead HD; all black and chrome. It has been customized for stunt riding. She stops and takes off her helmet, cascading light brown, sun-kissed hair around her shoulder. The woman appears to be a Latina-mix of maybe white and some kind of Indian. It's obvious she knows her way around a bike, and that sledgehammer on the side of her bike also carries a few messages.

It's somebody riding with Big Z, but it sure ain't Johnny.

"Who the Hell are you?" she asks without preamble.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-24 08:11 am UTC (link)
"I was gonna ask you the same question." he responds simply, eyeing her thoughtfully, then eyeing the bike thoughtfully. She's hot - in that entirely his type of girl kind of way. Its enough that even her bike gets second notice, but just as much look over. Third would be the fact that the demon in his head says its not alone.

"But since you asked first..." he starts, in the sort of accent that only comes from picking up just a little bit of accent from at least two dozen places and not staying anywhere long, "Nicholas Salem. And since apparently you're supposed to know what this means, Nicholas Salem, Ghost Rider. And you?"

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[info]uneasy_rider
2010-02-24 08:14 am UTC (link)
"Roxanne." She's streetwise and lacks the sense of badassery Nicholas carries with him naturally so she limits her answer. "And yeah, I'm a Rider. Thought ah was it!"

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-24 08:18 am UTC (link)
"A rider?" he asks, confused for a few moments. Trying to answer his own question, his eyes light with hellfire, even though he doesn't shift forms. When he does, the pentagram scars on both hands also light faintly.
When the fires go out, he's more assured, but still has some hint of confusion.
"I'll be damned, and here I thought I was the only one on the job. You must be the cavalry, given what's happened. You been caught up on the goings on?"

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[info]uneasy_rider
2010-02-24 08:27 am UTC (link)
Them scars are worlds of bad news; the kind she would'a run from before she sold her soul. She makes a disbelieving noise. "They don't tell the hick noth'n 'round here, !" she complains. "Just direct me to the jerk that needs to be taken behind the woodshed. That okay by you, Nick?"

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-24 08:31 am UTC (link)
"That'd be ok by me, except we have bigger problems." Normally, his trust factor for a chick with no soul and a demon of her own would be 0. But she's a hot chick, and for once, he doesn't feel guilty about his own state in acknowledging that.
"Some idiot has torn open the gates of hell, and no one is seeing fit to close them. We have a rogue escapee in New Orleans somewhere, but that's only the beginning. Eventually, much as I hate the thought of doing Mephisto's work for him, we're going to need to find out who did this. Souls are escaping all over the place, and much as I hate this job, even I acknowledge there's a good reason most of them were there."
Most - he's well aware of the story of Blaze.

Hey, wait a second...

"Wait, Roxanne... Simpson?"

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[info]uneasy_rider
2010-02-24 08:38 am UTC (link)
She's younger then most of his memories, but the look she gives completely confirms what his eyes are telling him.

"Then what are we stand'n around jaw'n for!" She flips her hair back and settles on her bike. "We'll sort you an' me out over tacos after we kick some evil butt!"

He ain't Johnny. But he's not as bad as he looks.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-24 08:42 am UTC (link)
"We're standing around jawing because you ain't looked like that for 21 years." he sees what Johnny saw in her.
"You're right though, but this is the Big Easy, we sort this out over beer and po' boys, my treat, soon as we take this first son of a bitch down, but Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do." he replies, before his hands catch fire, the pentagrams lighting first as he begins the transformation.

"Let's ride."

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