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



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[heckblazer]

[ If Jack didn't want visitors, he should probably lock his door better.

He may or may not hear the telltale clicking of the lock being picked or the whine of the door hinges opening. Then again, with the back of the chair to the door John isn't tipped off to anything amiss just yet.

He's come empty-handed save for his usual odds and ends in his coat pocket, his agenda consisting, as per usual, of bothering his silver-haired friend. ]

[neverdied]

[Visitors aren't exactly something he usually has to worry about except for a certain few ghost types who like to catch him at the most inappropriate times, but if they really wanna drop in unannounced then a locked door certainly wouldn't stop them.

Any other unwanted visitors aren't a concern for this immortal either.

What he doesn't expect is someone familiar breaking in while he's comfortably taking an evening snack, and yet when he hear's that barely audible click of the door, picking the sound out amongst the din of the blaring TV, he twists around in his chair enough to catch sight of the intruder and...]

Ugh.

[Yup, so glad to see you, John. So glad and with only the smallest amount of blood on his chin.]

i'm sorry that he is like this

[heckblazer]

Wot? Got bored. Half the time when we get together there's a dozen or so bloody kids around to mind.

[ That, and John wouldn't mind a better idea of what in the nine hells his mate's deal was, and felt like looking for hints before the century was out. He'd been half hoping on the man being in one of his signature death-like slumbers, or maybe out calling numbers for his fanclub at the Bingo Hall.

Then again, that odd bit of blood smeared on Jack's face was a pretty damning clue. ]

Mate, you've, ah, got something -- just there. [ He gestures vaguely around the lines of his own mouth and jaw jerkily, attempting to be helpful and keep a pokerface of sorts. ]

[neverdied]

[Jack doesn't seem all that concerned with whatever 'something' he might have around his mouth, but he does briefly rub against his chin with the back of his hand as he keeps his eyes on John.]

Do you mind? I'm eating...

[And he really prefers to eat his people in private these days, away from judgement.]

[heckblazer]

[ He just said eating, not drinking. Jackpot much, then? ]

Not feelin' up to a diner? I understand. Some things they just can't get right, hey? Proper English Breakfast, medium-rare steak, human body parts. Good help's hard to find.

[ He pauses for effect, crossing a bit further into the threshold. ]

Just a regular bloke then, right?

[neverdied]

[A sneer briefly flickers at Jack's upper lip, instinctually defensive over his food as John moves closer like a dog who's been starved in the past. But it's gone in an instant, replaced with a hefty frown as he hunkers back into his seat, pulling the half eaten arm close to his chest.]

Just a regular bloke. [He grumbles, side eyeing John.]

Why are you here?

[heckblazer]

Bored.

[ It comes out rather effortlessly. At least, it's less effort than fessing up to trying to "investigate" about his friend. But this is practically an anti-climax. Months of coaxing him out of his thick, crusty shell just to stumble right in on the big secret? Bollocks.

He huffs a sigh and leans against a side table, looking at Jack incredulously. It's not like John's got a particular craving or desire to steal his lunch. ]

When were y'planning on telling me?

[neverdied]

[Oh, don't worry John, there's plenty more about Jack to find out than just 'he eats people'. That's merely scratching the surface.

The question brings a brief frown of confusion to his brows, glancing down at his snack and then back over to John, still wary that his food might get taken if he's not careful. Thing is, Jack's not entirely sure what he was meant to tell, but he's assuming it has something to do with the limb he's holding. That's usually the thing people have issue with.]

Thought you already knew. Everyone else does...