(http://www.moviescene.nl/image.php?img=/ckfinder/userfiles/images/Moviescene/posts/2009/03/persia01-431x650.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: George Irons/Ghost Rider<br/>Location: New York City (Cruising down the street)<br/>Time: 1:40<br/>Tagging: Felicia, Carol/Captain Marvel<br/>Wearing: Black Leather Jacket, Black shirt, Sunglasses, heavy boots, and bluejeans.<br/><br/>George finished his lunch, and pulled off the Curb. The lopping idle of his 69 Shovel sounding almost lazy against the multitude of other vehicles. The traffic, and congestion of this city was infuriating. Already he wished for the vast empty two-lanes of the Desert. Where he open Sophia up, and let her stretch her legs. He could feel it in her, Sophia wanted to run again, and he wanted to let her. Feeling the wind in his long hair, and the dust on his face. George ground his teeth as he could feel all the evil, and hate around him. The Rider was clawing at the back of his mind. Demanding that the Corrupt be purged, and the wicked incinerated. It was taking a lot for George to not lose his control over the Spirit within him. Then something caught his eye, a flash of Gold. From the crowd, he could see a woman strutting down the avenue, commanding the attention of any man that should happen to glance her way. She was fair to look at, he supposed, but something about her was off. Something that evoked a menacing growl from his throat. He watched as she stared hard at some diamonds in a store window. He could feel the intent radiating off of her, Thief.<br/><br/>George had to tear his eyes away, and focus on something else. He couldn't let the Rider come out here. It would be an utter catastrophe! Scanning up, and down the opposite street, he spotted another woman of golden Hair. Like the First something about her drew his attention to her, but not in the same way as The other. He could sense great power within this one.