No. 16

[spo0kshow_baby]

(( still filtered to only Constantine. Posted at midnight. ))

I WANT ICE CREAM!!!!!!!

This is boring, how fucking long do I have to BE here?

** shortly after, Baby is heard singing the following: **~ He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat

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[the_favored]

[She would find scars, scars that weren't just from suicide attempts, but cigarette burns, electrocution burns, bite marks, scratches, and if she was feeling extra adventurous in looking at his arm, she would see the beginnings of the tattoo that covered his forearm.]

That's a friend? Someone who is willing to leave you to prevent himself from getting in trouble. [Shaking his head, John scoffed, and put the cigarette out on the chair leaving a scorch mark.

John obviously ignored the smoking comment, like he hadn't heard THAT before. Everyone told John he smoked too much, did that stop him? No. He has cut back though... only half a pack a day since Chas' death.

Glancing over Baby, his eyes followed her's as she looked behind her, and down her back. Smirking, John shook his head.] The only ones that have wings are those that are blessed by the Lord, and if you're on this barge, you're sure as fuck not blessed by the Old Man upstairs. [Was that a slight rumble of thunder in the distance? Wait, was God actually looking down on him even now, as he sat on the barge? Pausing Constantine looked up, not at the ceiling, but more of an apprehensive, and very acute look, like he was listening very closely. Shaking his head, he looked back at Baby after a few seconds.]

You don't have wings, sorry Baby-Cakes.

ACTION!SPAM - Huh. That picture should not be that hot....

[spo0kshow_baby]

[ Baby examines his arm to the ninth degree, turning it and drawing close, pulling away and squinting, and once she almost licked one of the battle wounds, but was sure John wouldn't understand her reasoning and decided against it. She didn't want to admit to anyone, least of all the Warden, but Baby was lonely in here and she would hate to send him running when he had only just arrived.

Desperate for contact, and still not revealing that vocally either, she held onto to his arm, keeping it in her lap while he spoke. ] "These have stories too," [ she nodded down at his arm. ] "One day, Baby-Cakes wants to hear those too, kay?"

[ She shrugs about not having wings, looking disappointed only long enough for John to catch it if he's truly paying attention. ] "Whatever, probably get in the way anyhow. What's the tattoo mean?"

[ Baby herself only has one ink stamp, a firefly about the size of dime on her right hip. But John probably already knows that too. She wondered how much he did know and how she's ever be able to catch him off guard. ]

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[the_favored]

[John allowed her to inspect his arm, it wasn't anything new. Most people were curious about a professional exorcist, especially when they found out about his holy tattoos. Glancing down at his arm for a moment, he pulled his hand back. Proceeding to roll up the sleeves, he then places his forearms side by side.]

It's a sigil, or a symbol created for a specific magical purpose. This one... [Lifting up his arms for her to see.] is called the Perfect Red King of Sulfur, it's a symbol in alchemy, sulfur is considered a purifying agents. [Pulling his arms apart, he crossed them over the back of the chair and nodded to Baby.]

It's this symbol that told me you were starting shit in the library. Why were you trying to burn that place down? I get reading isn't the most entertaining thing to do, but for fuck sake, there are people here that do like to read.

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[spo0kshow_baby]

[ She sets her lips into a pout when he removes the contact, refraining from swearing or kicking or anything Baby-like. She's trying to behave or some shitty nonsense. ] "You're really fuckin' serious...can you show me? Any of these 'things' you claim you can do...I wanna see."

[ She was bored and John wasn't exactly ugly to stare at or nothin'.

Baby grabbed her ice cream to finish it before it melted, poking at it when he started to interrogate her. ] "This place needed some spicing up. They're always bitchin' how bored they are, whine, whine, whine, so I asked for a Clyde to my Bonnie and made the fuckers move. Tried to give them excitement. You know that Namor is a fuckass, he's gonna kill me one day. Or try."

[ She snickered, a near giggled, taking a hearty bite of her frozen treat. ]

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[the_favored]

No. [Flat out. John didn't like showboating his powers, especially when the reason for his powers was the same reason he hated himself.

Leaning forward on the chair, elbows came to rest on the back of the chair, as he watched her poke at the ice cream.] You should really find some kind of hobby. Burning down a library isn't exactly the best choice to pass time, and make things interesting.

[Climbing off the seat, John fixed his sleeves back around his arms once more, and righted the black trench coat. He was ignoring her comment about Namor for the time being.]

I'll make you a deal, you apologize to Fish-Man, Sam Tyler, and Aleera for all the trouble you have caused them and I'll let you out. [He paused.] On a few conditions, one... if anyone ever lays a finger on you, you find me. Don't retaliate. Number two, make it your mission to try and stay out of trouble, even if that means going against what Two-Face or Master want. Real friends would understand that kind of shit.

Get it? [Gaze narrowed on the woman, just to try and read her.]

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[spo0kshow_baby]

[ Baby prodded him with her foot, frowning. ] You're no fun.
[ It was now her mission to make him show her. And seduce him. She still needed to do that if only to make him go against one of his fuckin' retarded rules.

She eyed him, licking her spoon slowly so that the ice cream spread on her exposed tongue. It could have been suggestive. It could have been her lost in her own thoughts and too busy to multitask correctly. Still, some of his propositions were worth considering, while others flew in one ear and slid out the other. ] Why the fuck do you care so much about me anyway, John?

[ The use of his real name should not go unnoticed. It was the first time she had called him as such, and it was evident that, by the look in her eyes and tone of her voice, she was serious. He wasn't family. He wasn't her friend. He had called her crazy (oh, no, sorry, psychotic) and he knew about every murder, every missing person, every fucked up attraction that she had been a part of. ]

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[the_favored]

[The use his REAL name did NOT go unnoticed, and despite the fact that he was halfway to where the door was supposed to be to leave, John stopped. Glancing down to the palm of his hand, he turned silver St. Anthony medallion over a few times.] Because, despite all the shit that you have done, all the choices you have made... you don't deserve to go to Hell.

[Shrugging lightly, he moved to the door once more.] Don't forget about the deal. [Exit. John, stage left!]