(http://www.howmuchdotheyweigh.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Jake-Gyllenhaal.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>NAME:</strong> George Irons (Aka: Ghost Rider)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quin Jet<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</span><br/><br/>==================================================<br/><br/>In the back of the Jet that sped towards LA, a dark figure sat in the corner with his Trusty Steed. Possibly no one wanted off that Jet more than he as George was not a fan of flying. His solace was in the presence of his faithful companion, Sophia. Without her hellish form, she looked nothing like the powerhouse steed of a demon, but an old beat up 69 Shovel with Primer gray paint. yet she stood stalwart to protect her master whom was resting at the moment. George, like the Rider, was not of a talker. he didn't believe it would be good to get close to these people. Anyone of them could end up dead in the next five minutes. It was a cynical, and very lonely way to look at the world, but it kept George alive a long time, and those that could be called people he cared about.<br/><br/>George looked up at the others towards the front of the Jet. In the back of his mind, he can feel the Rider clawing. Hearing that whisper at the edge of his hearing.<em>He</em>wanted to be set free. To wreak terrible vengeance upon those that deserved it, and there were a couple in this Jet that truly deserved a visit with the unholy Spirit. George forced his focus on to more pleasant things, the three Girls upon the flight. All of them were very beautiful in their own right. Susan, George could see the pain emanating off of her like a dark grey aura. He could only hope she would find what she was looking for. Betty, she stuck by Banner's side the entire time. Good for him, George could sympathize with Bruce. Both of them were considered monsters, and were feared, and Hated. However The Hulk, unlike the Rider, was not a Monster, but a victim. Spider-Woman? Well, The jury was still out on her.<br/><br/>George let out his breath, and lowered his eyes to his reflection in the dull chrome on his motorcycle, and thought of different Times, and places he would rather be. Like a long deserted strip of Highway in the back country. the dull thrum of the Milwaukee Mill between his legs as the Sun warmed his skin. The Gentle touch of a lover holding on as Sophia coasted through a long sweeping turn. George closed his eyes, slipped on some earbuds as he started his MP3 player. Pressing play, he drowned out the world with some soft music.<br/><br/>Sohia:<br/>(http://www.shovelhead-bobbers.com/shovelhead_1969/images-hd0087/1969_Harley_FLH_Shovelhead_Bobber_468x376.jpg)<br/><br/>What George is listening to:<br/><iframe width="640" height="390" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/8IJzYAda1wA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>