don't know what i want but i know how to get it; i wanna destroy the passerby

[heckblazer]

WHO: John Constantine, some bad children, various bad adults, maybe you?
WHERE: Roundabouts various cities
WHEN: Early to mid-February
WHAT: John's February Super Fun Wow Catch-All Extravaganza
WARNINGS: To be tagged as necessary



((Tags in comments below. HIT ME UP IF YOU WANNA PLOT! I'm open for almost anything and would love to throw John at most of y'all.))

Comments

[pummelgranite]

Yeah that's basically the worst thing I've ever seen. What are you thinking?

[heckblazer]

so.

do you want to test your theory on whether famous people can get away with more shit?

fire, grafitti, errant vine-tendrils, whatever you want.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. Where is that? By the Uptown station?

[heckblazer]

Yup.

[pummelgranite]

Meet you in 20.

[heckblazer]

[ And he's actually there on time for once, standing at the base of the billboard looking clearly agitated. ]

Y'have something in mind?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.


[ She steps straight up to the advert. As she steps close, her eyes go all black. Then indicated for him to move back. ]

[heckblazer]

[ He shuffles behind a nearby tree that more or less covers his frame, although he watches her intently.

And as an afterthought, pulls out his phone to record it. He'll save it for a rainy day when he might need to chin up. ]

[pummelgranite]

One, two, three, four.


[ She puts a palm to the board. The paint begins to age and yellow and crack. Then, it begins to flake away entirely, until there is a great grinning skull where the paint eroded completely.

The image is quite completely defaced. ]

[heckblazer]

[ You don't deserve her, John.

He's actually rather genuinely grinning in relief, amusement and a touch of pride when she comes back down to ground level. It's rare that he asks things of her, always mindful of her power, of being indebted to a deity. But this required an expert's touch, so he'll take the blow. ]

I owe ya one, love.

[pummelgranite]

[ She seems oddly pleased with herself too. ]


Pretty good, innit?

[heckblazer]

Yeah, no shit.

[ It's a good a time as any to steal her line. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ She does seem quite pleased with herself. A hand is held out in a 'gimme' motion. ]

Smoke.

[heckblazer]

[ With a massive eyeroll unbecoming of a man in his 40s, he finds a pack in a pocket and drops it into her expecting palm, giving her free reign of its contents. Least he can do. And not because he likes her or anything. ]

'Least I got free unlimited smokes outta the deal. Should I cross-promote with your concerts, then?

[pummelgranite]

[ She takes one and passes it back. ]


Uhm, no. There are fucking kids there.


[ and then she inhales like half the fucking cigarette in one drag ]

[heckblazer]

As if I ever coulda' forgotten. Right. Gotta be a good influence, don't we?

[ He takes one for himself, tossing the pack back at her with a little side-eye. ]

Lemmie find a yogurt company that might be interested, then?

[pummelgranite]

Fuck you.

[ The tone is mild enough that it's essentially, "no thank you." The pack goes into her pocket. ]

What about the pomegranate juice people? They ever get back to you?

[heckblazer]

Believe it or not, I actually 'membered to call them. Wanted a cut bigger'n the cross-promo with the banana people, but I'm workin' on talkin' 'em down. It's not like they had anyone else in mind to pose for the damn ads.

[ He takes a l o n g drag from his cigarette then, to purge the space inside his mouth and clean up the residue of the accursed, unnatural grown-up work talk. ]

Gonna make sure the contract's got something 'bout not publishing the ads without your final say-so. Just so's you don't make the mistake I just did.

[pummelgranite]

Fucking right.


[ Nicotine is way better than capitalism, it's true. ]

[heckblazer]

[ He leans against the tree, perhaps trying slightly too hard to be casual. ]

How's work on the Underworld goin', by the by? Be nice when I don't have to keep smacking about venue owners about payment. Not that th' actual smacking part is too bad.