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tampered2006-10-12 10:44 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; October 12th ((I probably messed something else up! D:))
Rating; PG-13
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o_threesome_o) Dizzy, (silkcutremix) John Constantine
Summary; A "date."
Log;
Constantine had been pecking away at the terminal's keyboard with the pencil in his teeth, the makeshift instrument steady from the deep grooves from his constant grip. His neck was getting tired; usually people left him alone, and that was enough for him. Never was one for the spotlight anyway.
He took a moment to sprawl out on the floor, allowing himself a moment's rest. He could not open the beers Scarab had left him and having mastered the art of couch-lighter-fu, his supply of cigarettes were waning. The hassle of lighting had slowed the fag depletion somewhat, but his speed was picking up again.
Should have ask the Dizzy bird that was coming over to pick up a pack. He shut his eyes, relaxing his jaws for a moment to free the pencil, indulging in a short nap. Could live with being an animal really, Mange the rabbit coming to mind. Just needed to unmute himself somehow and he would be set.
A mental frown: Missed Cori, he did. Guess a nightmare had his duties, or something.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; (
o_threesome_o) Dizzy, (silkcutremix) John ConstantineSummary; A "date."
Log;
Constantine had been pecking away at the terminal's keyboard with the pencil in his teeth, the makeshift instrument steady from the deep grooves from his constant grip. His neck was getting tired; usually people left him alone, and that was enough for him. Never was one for the spotlight anyway.
He took a moment to sprawl out on the floor, allowing himself a moment's rest. He could not open the beers Scarab had left him and having mastered the art of couch-lighter-fu, his supply of cigarettes were waning. The hassle of lighting had slowed the fag depletion somewhat, but his speed was picking up again.
Should have ask the Dizzy bird that was coming over to pick up a pack. He shut his eyes, relaxing his jaws for a moment to free the pencil, indulging in a short nap. Could live with being an animal really, Mange the rabbit coming to mind. Just needed to unmute himself somehow and he would be set.
A mental frown: Missed Cori, he did. Guess a nightmare had his duties, or something.