(Untitled)

[afriendtosell]

WHO: John Constantine (afriendtosell ) and EVERYONE EVER.
WHERE: EVERYWHERE. (See below)
WHEN: 5/25/11
WARNINGS: NONE THUS FAR...
SUMMARY: John in the city, getting CR like a pro.
FORMAT: [ Quick like this. ]

Comments

Near the Mac, because I gotta throw this innocent bastard around somewhere.

[cosmosnoomoide]

[Exploring was growing to be a hobby of his--scoping around buildings, wandering around different neighborhoods and *maaaaybe* being a little bit more nosy than he should be. But with so many flowers, and so many things to see it was hard not to be curious at the very least.

On top of that, there have been times when the trees and flowers have acted strangely around him, as though to assist him when he's needed it, though really--that was absurd. Even if everyone DID have a power, that was just silly.

Though all those other times really did make him think about it.

Powers, imPorts, heroes...

This was something out of an American comic book (a luxury that not many Japanese were able to attain on a bookstand-to-bookstand basis), or video game. At the very least, different from what he'd ever seen before.

With a sigh, he moved through the streets, only to stop.

Who was that? He seemed to be moving around strangely...almost as though...]

ああ、すみません・・・あ、いや、Excuse me...

(Translation: Um...excuse me...ah, no,)

[Stupid him! He'd

oh god

[afriendtosell]

[ He hears the kid before he sees him, and plays it as cold as ice. There's nothing worse than someone getting involved when they shouldn't be. ]

--Yeah?

:P

[cosmosnoomoide]

[...CRAP. Now what does he say? His English failed him before he even had a chance to respond; maybe it was the tone, or maybe that he was being a moron and approaching someone he didn't know in a city that was prone to have crazy things and people running around, but he babbled in Japanese a moment, trying to get a foothold on what he wanted to say.

...

Wait for it...

...

There you go. The English part of his brain seemed to be working again. He tried to regain his composure, even as a small vine pressed reassuringly against his leg (was that there before?)]

...

Are you all right?

[That was the first thing that came to mind. Probably not the best thing to ask, but--]

[afriendtosell]

[ John cuts an imposing figure when he wants, but kids have a little edge over him that makes him soften. He somewhat drops the tough guy act and gives a little smile. ]

M'fine, Squire. A bullet you aren't.

somewhere all seedy | like one in the morning

[spadassin]

[Sitting on rooftops is cliché, but it works when on the lookout for criminals. Everything seemed quiet at the moment; Scathach had already roamed his area once the night before, and it seemed as if people had gotten the hint. But you never know.]

[afriendtosell]

[ John is most likely traveling from one bar to another at this point. He isn't sure he should be, considering the hour, but there's only so long he can stand Irishmen without being reminded of -- ]

Sod it, fucking sod it.

[ He realizes he's about to get mugged the moment the arseholes fall in behind him in the alleyway. He should've been paying attention to where he was going -- stupid, stupid. ]

I don't have shite for you two twits. Get lost.

[spadassin]

[She catches his familiar scent, even though it's almost smothered by alcohol. The redhead jumps to the next closest roof and spots him. She perches on the ledge, looking down at him and the two muggers. She wonders if he can take care of himself, or if she should step in. Might as well wait a moment or two, and see.]

[afriendtosell]

[ Obviously, his threat doesn't endear him any. They start advancing, and once takes out a switchblade. Constantine takes a step back. ]

An old man to get your jollies off, eh? [ He shakes his head. ] Tough young sprogs.

ZEE'S HOUSE 2AM he's not costumed

[outspeeds]

[ IT TAKES BART 4 HOURS TO GO TO SLEEP.

ON SOME NIGHTS, HE GIVES UP 2 HOURS IN AND GOES LOOKING FOR THINGS TO DO. TONIGHT IS ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS.

After being chased out of pretty much every room in Titans Tower, Bart decided to go visit his other friends instead. First stop: Zatanna!

He ALMOST vibrates right through her door, but stops and (actually) considers the fact that he should knock first. Phasing into someone's house at 2am wasn't the best course of action. (Mental picture of Zatanna screaming 'THIEF!' and turning him into a frog.)

So, yes. Have this very rapid, very persistent knocking sound at 2am. ]

[afriendtosell]

[ It was one of his earlier nights. He'd run into a string of bad luck trying to find out more information over the porter, and ended up choosing discretion as the better part of valor. After having to limp back to Zatanna's, he was ready to crash and try again the next night.

Then came the knocking.

The knock knock knocking at Zatanna's mansion door.

He almost kicked it open when he reached the damn thing. ]

Whoever you are, you have about twenty sodding seconds to explain why I shouldn't hex your goddamn lungs out through your arse for coming to visit at such an ungodly hour you bloody fucking twat!

[outspeeds]

[ In the face of all these words that he obviously does not understand: ]

I'm here to see Zatanna! [ and that's his explanation ]

[afriendtosell]

[ This face. ]

. . .

[ Then he SLAMS the door in Bart's face. ]

Fuckin' twit.