Ladies and Gentlemen...Johnny Blaze!

[cursedrider]

OOM The SoBe dome is proud to present the "TouchDown Jump" starring everyone's favorite daredevil, Johnny Blaze!

Milliways has seen it's fair share of patrons dressed oddly.

So maybe the man in the snazzy white jumpsuit with his name emblazoned on the back won't cause a stir. Then again, if you're at all familiar with motocross (in at least

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Chase replies absently from his chair, not really looking at the entrant.

"Bar at the end of the universe, type of thing."

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"...A bar at the end of the what?"

Johnny scratches the back of his head, "That doesn't make any sense son."

You might recognize the voice. Then again you might not. The Suit however is trademarked.

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Chase gives one of those full bodied sighs that only a teenager can give. You know the ones where the legs go up and down, the shoulders rotate, and the eyes roll back. Most people would assume someone was having an epileptic seizure, unless they knew teens.

"Look, it's simple, right, bar at the end of-"

At this point he's finely looked at the talker, and his mouth has dropped open, as his brain tries desperately to catch up.

"You're Johnny Blaze."

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Oh boy. A fan.

Johnny grins, "That's right."

The suit right? all he's missing is his pimp cane and hat, "Always nice to meet a fan."

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"Uhgugh."

Beat down giant monsters? No problem. Super villains? Piece of cake. Talk to a celebrity? This, this is tough.

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Johnny tilts his head to the side, "You all right?"

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Chase swallows and nods.

"It's. I'm. I've. Yeah."

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A sudden paternal urge grips Johnny as he nods slowly, "...You want an autograph?"

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Okay, one word answer.

"Yes?"

So pathetic.

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Johnny nods slowly, "C'mon son, I need more information then that. What's your name?"

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One hand rockets forward, offered as a shaking thing.

"Chase stein, sir."

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Johnny accepts the hand, shaking it firmly. There's that paternal urge again. Silly kids.

He likes his kid fans the best. The ones who imitate his trademark moves. He does his best to be a good role model.

OR as good as he can be.

"....No sir. Just Johnny." He nodded, "Sir makes me feel old."

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Well you are old thinks the kid who just turned eighteen. And looks like he might never wash his hands again.

"I've seen all your shows si- Johnny"

And got yelled at by his father for wasting his time on trash. And then cryed at by his mother when he tried to duplicate a jump.

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Johnny grins, "...Which one'd you like best?"

The one over a pit with poisonous snakes? The one where he charged through a herd of stampeding cattle? Or the one where he jumped over twenty five flaming cars?

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Shocked look of horror.

"I couldn't choose a favorite!"

He's a real fan.

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Awww!

Johnny is genuinely touched, "....S'how I ended up here actually. doing my world record jump at the SoBe Dome."