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[constantdick]

WHO: John Constantine & OPEN
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, mostly
WHEN: anytime in March
WHAT: Magic! Drinking! CR building in general.
WARNINGS: nudity, chicken blood, alcohol, eta nsfw in the thread with Bob


[Maurtia Falls #007]

Currently, Constantine is standing outside of his housing in Maurtia Falls on whatever passes for a front lawn and it's fairly dark—which is probably a good thing, considering he's not wearing any clothing and is covered in chicken blood. Hey, he's trying not to make a mess in the house, alright? He's such a considerate housemate, really. (Hopefully any passing cops will see it that way.) Plus, being outside beneath a full moon helps with the general ambiance. The 'general ambiance' of what one might ask (if you dare) and if anyone stops and watches, it might become apparent to some that he's casting a spell, standing in a protective circle of what might be flour (but probably isn't), chanting first in English-

"Hear me, most Unnameable of Devourers who guardeth the Eternal Gateway! I seek an audience with one in your embrace!" Which is followed by a few commanding-sounding phrases in Old Aramaic (rinse, repeat)—although... nothing appears to be actually happening.

[Maurtia Falls; some dive bar]

In more clothed circumstances, John can be found at his home-away-from-home, aka a neighborhood bar, where he's just about halfway through a bottle of whiskey, an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the bar in front of him, brooding sexily.

Or alternately, catch him relating a story to the bartender and anyone else who might be sitting close by-

"You call that fun? Fun is when your ex-girlfriend who's currently a nun shoots you in the gut and leaves you at the mercy of an Invunche, and in order to survive, you're forced to invite a demon king to possess you, and after you go on a murder spree, you get locked up in a Mexican prison with time running out and very little 'ope of an exorcism. Now that was a fun weekend."

[Wildcard] Create your own starter and John will be there!


[Disclaimer: both of the above scenarios shamelessly inspired by NBC's Constantine. Prefer brackets? Go for it!]

Comments

@ Maurtia Falls

[divaricate]

As if Maurtia Falls wasn't eccentric enough already. She doesn't live in this city anymore, but she does still work here, and often works rather late — sometimes later than others, as like tonight. So, on her walk back, she happens to catch some of his attempts at magic, and while it's not a foreign concept to her, obviously, whatever he's doing doesn't seem to be working.

"...Maybe it's not the hugging type?" Ha. Ha ha. She offers after pausing for a few seconds to see what the hell he's trying to do.

outside his house

[hisfavoriteson]

He's just finished up an on-location shoot and is making his slow way home for a late dinner with Chloe when he hears something interesting happening in a familiar voice. And then he gets close enough to see what's going on and it's even more interesting.

He quickly (and quietly) finds a spot in the yard to hide, where he can see Constantine but Constantine will have to search to find him. Something is about to happen, but it's probably not what the demon hunter was expecting.

Then he speaks in Old Aramaic, in a tone that's as impressive and offended as he can make it. "You dare disturb my slumber?"

dive barrrrr

[eversohandsome]

Despite plying his friends with alcohol to soothe their worries, Bob isn't a big drinker. Whatever his run-ins with the law might have been back home, drink driving has never been on his rap sheet because he just doesn't agree with it. If he's driving, he won't be over the legal limit, and that's the main reason he's sipping on a Coke down the other end of the bar watching, with an amused smile, the blond man holding everyone's attention at the bar.

It's not just the story that has his focus but the accent too, something familiar, definitely not a southerner but he's met a fair few fun northerners in his time. That and everybody north of the river is a northerner to Bob. As a stool next to the man is vacated, he grabs his drink and wanders down the bar for a natter.

"Alright?" he greets the stranger with a smile and motions down at the now empty barstool.

"Mind if I sit?"

some dive bar

[bifroster]

Jane happened to be sitting nearby, wanting to enjoy a drink or two as well on a night off when she was (for once) caught up with projects, grading, and lesson planning. She was still having trouble sleeping, so staying awake was her only option. Normally, she would work, but when she nearly ruined three months’ worth of data by typing the wrong key … yeah, time to step away from the machines before she really caused some damage.

“You too?” she asked when he finished his story. “Well, I didn’t have a choice, and it wasn’t a demon, but possession is insane and it sucks.”

dive bar

[anathemic]

He's being awfully cavalier about recounting said murder spree, but having met him before, Anathema's got an increasingly good idea of what to expect from John Constantine, Exorcist, Demonologist, Master of the Dark Arts. His business card's still stashed somewhere in her wallet. It's an ostentatious mouthful of titles, but the man is breezy, deflecting everything with humour and a wink. She knows the type.

Having spotted each other a couple drinks earlier, she'd moved across the bar to join John at his table, riveted by his stories.

After taking a moment to process that tale, finally, her first question is: "Normal nun or Satanic nun?"