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[Don't mind the very, very hard staring coming from a few feet away at a table. Cold, hard staring]

[It takes Mr. Wrench a moment to become aware of the stare, but once he realizes it, it's hard for him to ignore. He sets down his menu and stares right back at.

Can he help you?]

[It's not polite to set the diner on fire. It's not polite to set the diner on fire. It is not polite to set the diner on fire.

He needs to get this guy outside, the rider is starting to get antsy.

So he gestures sharply out the door in the hopes that this will piss the other guy off enough to get him out of his seat]

[Mr. Wrench looks towards the door then turns his eyes back to Johnny. What, he wants him to leave?

Nope. He looks back down at his menu as if unimpressed, though he keeps the other man in his peripheral vision. What is he up to?]

[Okay. That didn't work. Good thing Johnny is a shithead.

He gets up, making his way over to the table]

Outside.

[He won't be able to keep it settled for long. It's already starting to burn]

Now.

[Yeah, nope. Mr. Wrench is deaf. Also, he doesn't take orders from you, Johnny. But you do have his attention again, in the form of a silent stare.]

[And here was Johnny thinking he was just an asshole. He grabs an arm and makes a move to haul the man out of his seat. A fight is gonna happen, and there's probably an excellent chance now that it's gonna happen in here]

[And just who the hell does this prick think he is? Mr. Wrench is content to ignore the other man, but if he's going to put his hands on him, they're gonna to have problems.

Case and point, Mr. Wrench grabs the napkin dispenser off the table and brings it down onto Johnny's head at the attempt to get him to his feet. He'd like to send one message loud and clear from the start-- fuck off.]

[This prick just officially lost all decorum. Sorry diner, he tried.

Johnny stumbles back, a large gash opened on his head, but that doesn't last very long, as a sudden blast of heat kicks on every sprinkler in the room.

And the Rider just looks thrilled to be out]

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[.......what the hell is this? Did that guy's head catch on fire?

Also, still deaf, though it looks as though the skull is opening and closing. How is Johnny still alive?]

[Someone should really inform Johnny that Mr. Wrench is deaf. He's going to look like a real jack ass yelling at him.

As for getting up, there is now a person who can lift 25 tons just trying to pick Mr. Wrench the hell up and walk right out the door with him]

[Mr. Wrench is good at handling "problems". It's part of the territory when you work as a hitman. That said, he's got absolutely no experience combating the supernatural, much less a superpowered flaming skeleton man. There's not much he can do against the strength of the Rider, though he does make an attempt to grab his butter knife and stab at the arm connected to him.

That fire is awfully hot, though, and the knife doesn't seem nearly as effective as he'd like it to be.]

[And that knife... melts. That's it, just melts into a puddle and slips onto the floor. The Rider casually glances at the now closed wound, and looks back at Mr. Wrench. If it were possible for a skull to look disgusted, this one absolutely did.

Once outside, the Rider just moved to hurl the man across the parking lot, before sharply striding to follow him, unwrapping the chain from around his chest.]

[There's nothing Mr. Wrench can do except be thrown, landing none-too-pleasantly on his side and struggling to his feet as fast as possible. Retreat seems the only logical option until he can determine what's going on and how a man can still move around like that after bursting into flames or, you know, a skull.]

[Yeah they don't prep hitmans for the supernatural. Now, if Mr. Wrench maybe had something blessed, this would be a little more of a problem, but all he can do is run. And the Rider is getting a kick out of it.

The chain whips out, aiming to try and coil around the retreating man before he can get too far]

[What the hitman wouldn't give for an automatic rifle right now. The fact of the matter is that he's woefully unprepared and no match for something of Johnny's nature.

The coil grabs him and he pulls against it, though it's probably futile.]

[It is. The Rider yanks him back, dragging him back hand over hand across the pavement. Johnny might not know Mr. Wrench is deaf, but the Rider has an inkling about it. Hence why he doesn't say a thing, yanking him back the rest of the way and moving to haul him back up by his collar]

[So, uh, hi. Mr. Wrench can only stare slightly apprehensively at the "man" who, for all intents and purposes, has him at his mercy. He still struggles a bit in the off chance there is a way out of this, but it's really not looking likely.

What, uh, was it you wanted, then?]

Edited 2014-06-04 21:52 (UTC)

[He wanted to look you in the eye. Stare Mr. Wrench right in the eye.

And turn all that sin right in on itself.

And have Mr. Wrench experience every horrible, evil, rotten deed he's done all over again in the victim's place. Like an incredible heat, burning at his very soul. Dragging him right down to where he belonged.]

[Well, shit.

Given the hitman's past, there's certainly plenty of deeds to get through. Not like he can do anything about that now.]

[And the Rider sees every one of them. And Mr. Wrench gets to experience dying. Again. And again. And again, in every way he's ever killed someone.

And the Rider sets his soul ablaze]

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Sorry man

S'all good! I'm not family with Ghost Rider, but I suspected that's why Johnny came after Wrench :)

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