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[b][h1][color=DimGray]Jayla Blaze[/color][/h1][/b]
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[color=DimGray][h3]-Daughter of the Ghost Rider-[/h3][/color]
Interacting with: Ky' vie Jones [@Vicier]
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Making her way down the path that would ultimately lead her to the school, Jayla couldn't help but to stop every so often and look over her shoulder. Surely her father would have had his motorcycle unhooked by now. It would be safe to return to her car, throw her luggage and the cage back into the car and just take off. But where would she go? There wasn't anywhere she could go that he couldn't find her - her father [i]and[/i] Mephisto.

It was tempting. Her fingers were itching to take the keys she had placed into her pocket. But each time she kept turning back around and heading to the school. Why? Why should she stay here? Just to make her father happy? Was that really enough of a reason? It shouldn't have been, and yet, she was getting closer to the school.

No. No she knew what she had been chosen for. Mephisto came to [i]her[/i]. Mephisto made [i]her[/i] sign the contract, binding her to him for life. She [i]knew[/i] her father couldn't do this without him. She may not have been the best Ghost Rider in history - hell she didn't even know how to control turning into the Ghost Rider - but at least she could do something. She cared about her mother just as much as her father did. How [i]dare[/i] he take matters into his own hands when the devil himself demanded it otherwise!?

[color=dimgray][i]That's it![/i][/color] Balling her hands into fists, Jayla shook her head and planted her feet firmly. No, she wouldn't run away - she would go and find her father and [i]force[/i] him to see things her way... somehow.

She turned her body, fully intending (now) to return to her car and return home. But as she turned, a glimpse of red caught her attention. Hesitating, Jayla turned her neck, having to do a double take of what she thought might have stolen her attention.

It couldn't be... [i]here[/i]?

Jayla shook her head, closed her eyes and opened them up again.

It was no trick of the mind. Standing not twenty feet away from her, struggling with her luggage, was the one woman she hadn't expected to see again in an entire lifetime.

[color=dimgray]"Ky?"[/color] Setting down her suitcases and the covered bat cage, she crossed the next ten feet towards her. It was definitely her - the girl she had street-raced with in Australia when she and her father had a job there that ended up lasting a few months. Ky' vie was a legend on the roads - they ended up competing almost every night Jayla was there unless her "other self" ended up getting in the way. They even went out afterwards, celebrating either of their victories with drinks, dancing and a good time (much to her father's disapproval). They had built a pretty steady friendship during her short time there - if it hadn't been for Ky' vie, Jayla might have ended up in jail a handful more times than she already had. And then there was that one time they were in there together...

[color=dimgray]"No fucking way. Really?"[/color] A faint smile spread across her lips. [color=dimgray]"What in the hell are you doing her- WOA-"[/color] Just as she was about to reach her, Jayla took a full step backwards, recoiled by the sight of the sleeping child held fast in her arms. [color=dimgray]"They giving out kids instead of pink slips now? Who's this one belong to? He's a bit small to race..."[/color]