Log; Ongoing

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

When; wee hours of Sept. 11
Rating; PG? language? gore?
Characters; Scarab (noh_dancer), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare), John Constantine (silkcutremix)
Summary; TBA
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It wasn't so much the pain, rather The Corinthian wanted that wound healed as soon as possible. He felt vulnerable having to hide it, for it reminded him of what had happened, what still made little sense to him. For now he'd settled with just queling the headache in the shower, once spotless towel now completely tainted. The laughing magician was still dumpster diving for who knows what, a mop did he say? Maybe John would leave him alone after sniffing out some grub. The Nightmare felt... he didn't know how he felt, only what he needed. Because Scarab had mentioned stitching, he hoped she could employ her specialized skills on this visit.

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[noh-dancer.livejournal.com]

Scarab paused halfway through tying off a suture, and had to blink at John.

"A monkey... with a knife?"

OOOO-K

His story earned him a pair of raised eyebrows and a slightly bewlidered look, but after a moment of consideration she decided it was no stranger than some of the other methods of entry she had heard of.

Shaking herself mentally, she turned back to what she was doing.

" Well, I can honestly say that is the strangest way I've heard of for getting here so far.
Most people have absolutely no memory of coming here, or they just remember dying, then waking up somewhere in the city."

Maybe hunt down this monkey and hold it at gun point for a return trip?

Ya...sounds insane even to me.

She chose, for the moment, to not think too hard on the look Constantine had given her when he had first entered the little bathroom, there would be time to evaluate it's meaning later.
She wasn't completly dense, and had spent a good majority of her life and career around men ( and a few women) who found her attractive.
Most of the time it was easier to ignore the impressions they emitted on first meetings, because with westerners especially, it was her seemingly exotic asian features.
If they found out what she did for a living, or simply that she was a bit of a tomboy, they lost interest quickly.

Thats not to say that she didn't take a second glance at John herself ( she always did have a thing for Brits.) but there were more pressing issues just now...like the neck wound on her friend, and his imminent ass-chewing.
Scarab was letting Alex have a respite while she patched him up, but once he was properly doctored she planned to find out just what he did, who he pissed off and why he seemed to have done exactly what she was worried he was going to do on thier first meeting: go looking for a fight.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's right, show Scarab what a bit of a daft bugger he was, and furthermore present how much he was in the woman's Kool Aid hah. He wasn't one to overlook her beauty either, he knew she was and likely could have any man eating out the palm of her hand, well... almost any. Still he remained silent while they exchanged words, interesting glances. just don't lose a knot in his neck or anything like that. As for chewing him out regarding how he received the wound, The Corinthian didn't believe he'd gone actively looking for a fight. He... followed a calling, the voice of another like his own, his job, his life's work. It was hard to explain and he knew that in any case it was his fault. Scarab's teeth might be sharp, but his hide was tough, he could take a verbal lashing as long as his neck was properly taken care of first.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

So despite the leprechauns and catboys, Constantine was still the odd one out. That should have been no surprise.

"Then trust me on this one, luv: I'm alive. Was alive when I left London. Still alive now, unless we're all dead here." Another weak smile, avoiding Scarab's gaze. Admittingly, he was embarrassed. Was he that desperate?

((OOC: Yeah, desperate for some eye-toothy goodness- auuh!))

Who'd want a withered old tosser like you? he reminded himself ((OOC: Being the emo he is.)) Despite his "rebirth" from the Three, despite the immortal infernal blood, despite his bloodline's penchant for a long life, his age still was creeping up on him. What was he again? 52? 53? 54?