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[minor_evils]

Cigarette in one hand, Guinness in the other, humming and half-singing under her breath with a bit of hip-swaying thrown in for good measure, Maria eyes the Nexus at large with predatory fondness

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[constantbastard]

"Loose again, are ya? Be a good hell sprog and stay where you're told."
Constantine is keeping a wide gap between him and his daughter. Just in case she decides to put her cigarette out on him or something. He's not in the mood for that.
"You're no more magic then anything else that doesn't have a right to be born. You can quit feeling so bloody special about it... Don't make me go and find a bent up hanger and a bottle of pills. I didn't plan to preform a late abortion today."

[minor_evils]

"Da-ddyyyy." Maria trills, taking no notice of his words. In response to his wariness she rests her weight on one foot, hip cocked and elbow resting against it. "You're an easy one. As we well know. 'God is gracious'. Awww. He must've been proud, gazing down at one of His creations, rolling around in his own filth in a padded room at Ravenscar."

[constantbastard]

"I'm not your Da and not every sperm deserves a name. While you may be feeling quite the fluttery ballerina knowing 'Maria' means 'star of the sea', I'll have you know you were named after the sad little bitch in West Side Story."
Ha. Stick that in your fag and smoke it.

"An I believe my shining moment to be shooting my seed into what was intended to be the next mother of his human incarnation. So he can laugh all he wants. I got there first and planted my flag. Ruined that woman."
Maria is so like him it's almost like taking turns insulting himself, something Constantine has a lot of experience with. Rather then having a point to make he's just keeping the ball rolling in the game of 'What Makes Me A Bigger Prick?' debate.

[minor_evils]

"Really? I guess all that wank material I left you in my diary's lost the spice, then." She presses her thumb against the tip of her cigarette, then slides it between her lips, nail against the bottom— head turned a little away in a touch of coyness. She can't be more than fourteen.

"But mommy always said you were a trooper, even when you fell short of the task." Nostalgic, proud. "She says I take after you. I promise I'll try real, real hard, Johnny-not-my-daddy, to be just like you. First on the list, hmm... make a friend, blackmail him for the rest of his life while simultaneously fucking it up the ass with spiny pulsating demon cock! Actually, why make a new one, when there's one bent over waiting for me?"

[thegreat1ncewas]

Liam comes along puffing on his own cigarette. All the cool kids are doing it. "Liam," he says, raising an eyebrow. "Short for William, I know. And names are what you make of them."

[minor_evils]

"Everything is," she says, soft and amused, "and everything isn't. Is it protection you desire, or desire to give to others, Liam, short for William, I know?"

[thegreat1ncewas]

"Neither," he says with the hint of a grin. "I'm protected enough and what I've got is mine. I'd imagine given names have more to do with the parents than the child."

[minor_evils]

"They might," she says again, smiling, "and they might not. It's not what effect they have on your life... it's that they do. And they're there for everything you do. And at the end of the day, a stranger can still look at you and in their mind, put you right back in your place with the rest of humanity and the Williams."

Delicate inhale. "We do so love juxtaposition."

[prettymetalbird]

"Dinah means 'Judged,'" Dinah says.

[minor_evils]

"And how do you find the verdict?"

[prettymetalbird]

Dinah smiles a little. "Oh, Justice is clearly against the other party, but unfortunately one sometimes has to do one's own enforcing."

[narcissus4hire]

The kid looks like he's trying to show real confidence but falling short. He also looks like death warmed over. This is all sort of recent, however. Changes since a chance meeting with a certain conman Mage.

"...My name's Charles. I never liked it much."

[minor_evils]

Maria laughs. "It's not so bad. Charles, Charlie, Chas... meaning 'man'. Which clearly you are, hmm, tough guy?"

[narcissus4hire]

"Heh. Yeah. Super manly. And I prefer 'Chase'."

Right now, he may as well go by 'prey'. He used to be really sure of himself. It's coming back bit by bit. It's for the best that he hasn't spotted John yet. He might piss himself. There's something creepy about this girl, though.

[minor_evils]

"Chase." She laughs again, leaning forward some as if about to pat him, or chuck him on the chin or something; the action's never completed, leaving the implication lingering between them as she continues. "It's what you want, huh? Others chase you."

[handle_gently]

... He's submissive to pretty much everyone, but he's especially so to those who have any air about them that suggests they expect it. "... Hanatarou. It means 'flower'... or 'flower boy.'"

[minor_evils]

She takes her time sucking in a lungful of smoke she releases with the casual precision of a kettle. "Flower boy," Maria repeats, full awareness of all the obvious routes of commentary audible in her voice. But the one she chooses is relatively polite, if perhaps just as insinuative a reminder of the ways she hadn't. "That ever get you in any trouble?"

[handle_gently]

He laughs. Kind of in a self-aware, fake-sarcastic 'ha ha, now why would you think a thing like that' way.

"...That's not really what got me into trouble, I don't think. But... I guess I'm pretty confident that it never got me out of any trouble, either."

[minor_evils]

That gets a genuine little laugh out of her. "And how do you like it, this flower name?"