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tampered2006-09-22 08:58 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Sept. 23, after midnight
Rating; R (mature themes)
Characters; Mad Hatter (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
proudbutterfly), John Constantine (silkcutremix), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare)
Summary; TBA
Log;
According to Mad Hatter, the circus music would lead them to its lair. Preparing for what they'd find was out of the question, having never been to the Mad Hatter's abode before, but The Corinthian had descended a few times. This wasn't a place of conventional beauty, far from it, but the bone path appealed to him, the vacant sockets, little teeth... Right, he toed what appeared to be a femur with his boot then tapped the ash from his cigarette, one of several Mild Sevens. At some point the apartment's nicotine supply had been replenished with each man's preferred brand, unless The City had no real demand for Silk Cuts. The Corinthian took a drag then lowered his sunglasses so the smoke could escape from his eyes.
"I don't know where we're going, but it said to follow the music," he said to John coolly. The weather below was far more unpredictable than the streets', sometimes it felt like the heat could melt metal, but a draft through the cracks could chill fire. Interesting place to say the least. He'd dressed for the occasion, in slim-fitting gray jeans and a plain white shirt.
Rating; R (mature themes)
Characters; Mad Hatter (
proudbutterfly), John Constantine (silkcutremix), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare)Summary; TBA
Log;
According to Mad Hatter, the circus music would lead them to its lair. Preparing for what they'd find was out of the question, having never been to the Mad Hatter's abode before, but The Corinthian had descended a few times. This wasn't a place of conventional beauty, far from it, but the bone path appealed to him, the vacant sockets, little teeth... Right, he toed what appeared to be a femur with his boot then tapped the ash from his cigarette, one of several Mild Sevens. At some point the apartment's nicotine supply had been replenished with each man's preferred brand, unless The City had no real demand for Silk Cuts. The Corinthian took a drag then lowered his sunglasses so the smoke could escape from his eyes.
"I don't know where we're going, but it said to follow the music," he said to John coolly. The weather below was far more unpredictable than the streets', sometimes it felt like the heat could melt metal, but a draft through the cracks could chill fire. Interesting place to say the least. He'd dressed for the occasion, in slim-fitting gray jeans and a plain white shirt.