[ John Constantine will one day stop scaring the bejeezus out of people by just sitting in random places and waiting to see if new clues arrive. However, today is not that day. Sorry, Rook.
He sits on the desk of the reception room, cigarette in his mouth, flicking the lighter in his hand. It's almost a debate if he wants to light what he has. Not that he is in any danger of actually being out of these things. Though, he does look up at the sound of the doors opening. John tilts his head back as an unfamiliar face stumbles in and goes to the bulletin board. ]
Trust me, luv. It's been worse long before we showed up.
➝ the end approaches.
[ John Constantine will one day stop scaring the bejeezus out of people by just sitting in random places and waiting to see if new clues arrive. However, today is not that day. Sorry, Rook.
He sits on the desk of the reception room, cigarette in his mouth, flicking the lighter in his hand. It's almost a debate if he wants to light what he has. Not that he is in any danger of actually being out of these things. Though, he does look up at the sound of the doors opening. John tilts his head back as an unfamiliar face stumbles in and goes to the bulletin board. ]
Trust me, luv. It's been worse long before we showed up.