Crawford. You and I? We're going to have a little chat.

Original: Here.
Who: John Constantine (onhiswaydown)
Where: The Beach
When: Now
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A blue streak of revelation.

( But I won't cry for yesterday. There's an ordinary world, somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world, I will learn to survive. )

Hey. Crazy lady. Ad... Adela or whatever. Change him back.

[His voice is low and flat.]

Enough of this shit. Someone's gonna die. Not going to be me.

[Darkly amused.]

Human. Tch. Please.

This is much more to my... tastes.

[Just a little strained.]

Very important question. How the fuck do you bake a chocolate cake?

I'm a little offended. Little offended.

[Muttered.]

Where the fuck are my smokes?

[Something thicker than water slogs with his every step, and his voice is a distasteful grunt.]

Still haven't found him. Any luck?

Ate!

Just had a piece. Wanna get fat?

At? Ot at. [The throcken rumbles a growl.] Ohn at!

Yeah, sure. Me. I'm fat. Right. You're the one getting pudgy. Cake's not helping any.

Ake ood!So go bother that girl. She'll give you something. Speaking of. Lu, when did this place turn into a daycare? Little Miss Girl Scout over there's reading my comics ( Read more... )

[There's a lazy drawl to his voice that is both petulant and grossly dissatisfied.]

Balthazar.

How fitting. Find something interesting in this scrap heap or did you think to scuttle into a crack? That I wouldn't know?

I hope you found your sanctuary. I'm going to enjoy tearing you out of it.