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I'm Taking Knight Reaper, posting his background stuff and infos soon!

Idris Stone, Harlem's Ghost.
Harlem, NYC.

Harlem always seen struggle and conflict seeping through its sidewalk cracks, through the aging façade of the century old buildings, through the scarred skins of its youth, and now through the burning eyes of its most honest resident. Idris checked out of the Hospital last night, his father drove him home where his family greeted him with tearful eyes and a warm supper. After spending much of the night with his family he decided to take a walk at dawn instead of sleeping, he has already been in a coma for a week, he had all the sleep he needed. The wrestle that took place before his eyes between the Punisher and the Ghost Rider seemed fresh, as if it took place a few hours ago, and Idris felt the fire burn inside his chest. He felt that whatever the Ghost Rider imbued him with was a curse, it could not have been a gift in any way. But Idris knew he had done good all his life, why would he be the receiver of such an infernal curse? Or perhaps it wasn't a curse at all, perhaps the spirit of vengeance chose him, chose to bestow the responsibility of cleansing evil on Idris's solid shoulders.

Idris kept walking until he reached the collapsed building that was once a home to twelve families, and of the best store with fresh vegetables this side of New York. All destroyed in an unthinkable moment, memories now setting between rubble and ash. What was the purpose of their fight? Whose fault was this? Idris thought, he knew it had to be the Punisher. As long as Idris knew, the Ghost Rider would never go out of his way to cause menace, unless he is possessed or out of control, which if was true he would have never received his new powers. Yet again, maybe its Mephisto's doing, manipulating a pure soul like Idris to descend into madness. Idris was lost, and he knew just the person that might guide him, direct him and even mentor him. Luke Cage lived right around the corner, but Idris suspected he might still be there since the last time he saw him. Luke Cage have always been the idol of many Harlem kids and even adults, maybe he could help Idris with his new curse or gift. Idris kept walking until the sky was basked in sunlight, reaching Luke Cage's doorstep and taking a deep breath before he placed a couple knocks on the door.





I'm still here as well, should get up a post soon, and @Oakman too. Don't know about the ones that haven't even posted yet.
@Snagglepuss89@AtlasRedfox I don't mind taking some time to write the posts as long as they will eventually be posted, like I said, I am not rushing this RP in favor of having something awesome chronicled.

@AtlasRedfox I have been wanting to watch those two for a long time, which one do you suggest I start with?

@Sabotage@hagroden@oakman how is it going guys? Just checking on you people.
@DemonMiyu Hey sorry about that, was kinda ill. So I got around to post a reply!
There was peace and tranquility about the place, I walked inside and turned the lights on. I rested my backpack on the floor and sat on the bed and took off my jacket. The interior was homey, but I felt it needed my personal touch, and that was when I heard a voice.

"Hello, New Guy. Pick up your walkie-talkie."

I took off my boots and walked around, shuffling documents and books searching for the source of the voice which sounded like it came from a walkie-talkie. "Hey. Buddy, I know you're there, I see your lights." I finally found it, a cute little blue walkie talkie, I took it and pressed the button.

"Hello This is Gary, Gary Truman, who is this?"
@MyCatGinger Hey thanks a lot! And I will surely remember you when I start something similar to this in the near future! :D
It was 3 PM, I got off my truck and took my supplies from the back. The trail up to my Tower shouldn't take much, and I was told at the office that there should be a walkie-talkie up in the tower. I checked that my Truck was locked, after all I am parking it here in the middle of nowhere. The sun sure is beautiful in here, I have been to quite a lot of forests, but the Shoshone is something else. I walked away from the parking space, which is really just a clearing and a welcoming sign with warnings of bears and fire precaution. I could see my tower behind a group of pine trees, I should be there by the sunset.

The way to the tower was really beautiful, I came across a couple squirrels on the way, I hate squirrels but they gave me a rather positive feeling. I was drawing close to my tower, the birds were chipping, some flew away from the trees I was approaching. The sun is going down slowly, I decided to bring up my flashlight just in case and strapped it on my hat. I was told there are three other lookouts in this park, one of them is going to be my company for the summer, I was told as well that she was a woman. I haven't asked about her name, probably should have, or probably didn't, not really sure.

I finally reached my tower, it stood distinctly tall among the trees, yet it never violated the scene. It just felt like it was a part of this place, well probably the wooden boards invoke that emotion after all. I walked up the stairs, they creaked and I kind of was in concern if should one of the boards crack under my feet. When I was at the top I took a pause before going in, the scene was remarkably breathtaking and I enjoyed it for a moment, and I spotted another lookout tower in the south.
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