[accidental voice post]
Bleeding hell. My head.
For once, I'm sure it's not the sodding drink or even the magic but it's always something, innit--
...this isn't London.
Where the bloody fuck am I.
[end transmission]Right. Now that I've got the fucking technology in this bastard place working the way it ought to--least as much as that shite
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Your ass is mine.
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Oy, wanker. Don't I know you?
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Wouldn't be the first time I've been recognized. But I'm starting to think that's not what you mean...
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Name's Cassidy.
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John here. But you can just ask around, can't you?
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It's nothing personal. This whole City's a mess of strangers to me.
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Ok, John you've been here before.
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I've never been here before in my life. Unless someone's messed about my memories. Other than me, I mean.
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However, it's not uncommon for the City to repeatedly pull the same person from different points in their timeline. Hence the reason why you have no memories of this place.
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...yeah, you're right. This is worse than most of the Hells I've been to.
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Is it so surprising to find your reputation preceding you, John Constantine?
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That's not my idea of a good time.
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