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Log; Ongoing
When; wee hours of Sept. 11
Rating; PG? language? gore?
Characters; Scarab (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noh_dancer), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare), John Constantine (silkcutremix)
Summary; TBA
Log;
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.
Rating; PG? language? gore?
Characters; Scarab (
noh_dancer), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare), John Constantine (silkcutremix)Summary; TBA
Log;
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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"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?