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tampered2006-11-18 09:51 pm
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Log; Complete
When; Nov. 19 (after midnight)
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; John Constantine (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silkcutremix), the Corinthian (bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer)
Summary; the second half of an escape, sequel to this
Log;
Yes not having a toothy snout jab him in the toothy eye was quite preferable. Cori also didn't want to pull the nightmare shtick on John again, not when he was actually aware of himself and his surroundings. He kept his teeth shut, needed them to stare down those monsters so familiar with Silent Hill. There was some truth in the Red God's words; the Corinthian and the denizens of the manor were cousins of a sort.
John's 'voice' tore his thoughts away from the unnerving sense of kinship the place gave the nightmare. He turned towards the dimly lit shaft, brushing the sense of... something foreboding, something with the scent of an ancient musk from Corinth.
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; John Constantine (
silkcutremix), the Corinthian (bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer) Summary; the second half of an escape, sequel to this
Log;
Yes not having a toothy snout jab him in the toothy eye was quite preferable. Cori also didn't want to pull the nightmare shtick on John again, not when he was actually aware of himself and his surroundings. He kept his teeth shut, needed them to stare down those monsters so familiar with Silent Hill. There was some truth in the Red God's words; the Corinthian and the denizens of the manor were cousins of a sort.
John's 'voice' tore his thoughts away from the unnerving sense of kinship the place gave the nightmare. He turned towards the dimly lit shaft, brushing the sense of... something foreboding, something with the scent of an ancient musk from Corinth.