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Jul 1 2017, 07:00 PM
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<p>John wasn't really a happy man, not really happy at least, not since he bungled the exorcism for Astra and her soul was condemned to the deep pits of the Underworld where the demons ruled and the evil were punished. Ever since then he had a tendency to keep people at arm's distance, never really letting anyone in, because if he didn't let people get close to him, then they couldn't be hurt could they, he couldn't be hurt. People close to him had a habit of ending up dead, so he really felt he was doing people a service not letting them get close. He lived off breezy sarcasm and impersonal banter, one night stands and lots of nights alone.

<p>Ever since the whole debacle with Astra's exorcism John did even more travelling, all over the world, never settling down in one place for longer than a few days or a couple of weeks at most. He follows the news and the internet, looking for demon hot spots, anywhere that seemed like there was trouble of the supernatural variety, trouble that perhaps not all superheroes and vigilantes were equipped to deal with, like demons and ghosts. Today he was in the rather large Metro City, he didn't really know much about the locals, the heroes and vigilantes that made their home here, and he didn't really care either. He was there to investigate what seemed like it might be a series of possessions by what he was currently guessing was a hunger demon based on the reports.

<p>He stood outside the crime scene of the last attack, well attack wasn't really the right word for it. Someone went crazy, attacking people for seemingly no reason, frothing at the mouth and trying to eat anything and everything. Ripping into cereal boxes, pulling food off shelves of the small super market, making a mess and attacking anyone that got in their way. One customer was dead because of it, and some of the witnesses were talking about seeing bugs coming out of someone's mouth. He stood outside the police line smoking a cigarette, looking into the market through the broken glass. He glanced around and when it seemed clear there was no one around watching him that would prevent him from entering, he went in to sniff around a bit closer, see if he could sense any demonic energies, he had his bag in his left hand, and cigarette in his right.

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<div class="character-bach1-note">tag Megamind // notes: past, Metro City, sorry I forgot to tag you when I wrote this >.< </div><br>
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Jul 1 2017, 06:24 PM
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<p>John was not happy in Storybrooke, but then again John wasn't happy most place. Not really happy at least, not since he bungled the exorcism for Astra and her soul was condemned to the deep pits of the Underworld where the demons ruled and the evil were punished. Ever since then he had a tendency to keep people at arm's distance, never really letting anyone in, because if he didn't let people get close to him, then they couldn't be hurt could they, he couldn't be hurt. People close to him had a habit of ending up dead, so he really felt he was doing people a service not letting them get close. He lived off breezy sarcasm and impersonal banter, one night stands and lots of nights alone.

<p>He opened an occult shop, though in all honesty he didn't do much beyond sit in the back and work on his own personal projects. The store was really run by Willow, she kept it organised, kept the money sorted, did all the boring things that John hated. It was fine with him, he let her do her thing and he just stayed in the back most days. After a late night out drinking, he woke late and decided to get some food at Granny's Diner before heading into the store. He had his sunglasses on, an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear, his long brown coat open, his tie lop sided and loose, he looked like crap, and he felt worse with the hangover of hangovers.

<p>He sat at one of the stools at the counter and ordered a large coffee, black and hot and some bangers and mash, then drank the coffee while he waited for the food.

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Jul 1 2017, 05:37 PM
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<p>John blinked a few times, his brain was having a hard time processing the new information he was seeing. One moment he had been on a roof top preparing to do battle against the demon Furcifer, everything was in place, the demon had shown up. At some point during the fight he felt himself falling backwards and then suddenly there was no longer ground beneath his feet. He had sat for several minutes looking up at the portal that had dropped him as it disappeared, and all that was left was a slowly darkening sky as day turned to dusk.

<p>Suddenly realising the grass was a bit wet and starting to soak into his clothes, he stood up and looked around. He had to get back to his friends, but it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon, and although he was no stranger to the idea of there being other worlds and realms, he knew he did not have what would be needed to summon a portal. Maybe his friends had been able to dispatch with the demon themselves, or maybe the demon just went on its merry way, he just hoped his friends weren't dead.

<p>With no other idea what the hell he should do, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what was thankfully a still half full pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and took a few deep breaths, ok, time to really figure shit out. He started walking, a graveyard, how pleasant. He didn't really trust graveyards, no telling what might be lurking, whether it be ghost, demon, beast or just some idiot looking to cause trouble.

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Jun 1 2017, 06:16 AM
John's life had never been simple, not from the very first day he was born and his mother died in the process, a fact that his asshole father would never let him live down as if it had been some malicious intent on John's part. Like he, as a tiny newborn infant, could have done something to prevent his mother dying then, which of course was absurd but clearly logic was not in play when his father nicknamed him 'killer' and decided to spend his spare time beating on John or using the boy as an ash tray. Getting sucked into the world of magic and demons, well that was just par for the course where John Constantine was concerned. The deeper into the world he fell, the more his friends around him fell, one by one, and the more blame that John felt piling up on his conscious.

Things weren't going well when he checked himself out of the insane asylum a few months earlier, to fulfil a promise to an old friend to protect his daughter that was now in danger. All that work, all that time, and some portal had opened him up in the middle of the ritual to send the demon back to hell that was after her and sucked him in. He had been close to done with the ritual, and Chas had been there, so in theory the girl could be safe now, or she could be dead or possessed for all John knew. That was the problem, he disappeared before he could find out if it worked, and now he was stuck in some backwater hick of a town in some other crappy realm, and nothing was working to get him back to his own realm. Someone tried to explain to him something was wrong with the portals and that's why people were getting sucked against their will to Storybrooke, but John hadn't listened and still went ahead and tried to use magic to create one, which had resulted in a small explosion and some singed eyebrows. Oh, which was another thing actually, his magic wasn't working right in this town. Just what he needed, stuck in a crap town, his magic on the fritz, no idea what was going on with his friends back home, yep all par for the course when your name was John Constantine, when shit got bad, it got worse, when it got worse find the nearest bar and drink.

So that's exactly what John did, went to the bar, and started drinking, and drinking and drinking and drinking. Eventually his inebriation was becoming a problem, not for him of course, but for everyone else around him. His English accent thickened, and he was starting to create quite the scene when the bartender tried to cut him off.

"Oi ya bloody wankers, I'm the bloody paying customer here, you have to serve me!!!!!!"

Hamish Macbeth
May 14 2017, 05:21 PM
John blinked a few times, his brain was having a hard time processing the new information he was seeing. One moment he had been on a roof top preparing to do battle against the demon Furcifer, everything was in place, the demon had shown up. At some point during the fight he felt himself falling backwards and then suddenly there was no longer ground beneath his feet. He had sat for several minutes looking up at the portal that had dropped him as it disappeared, and all that was left was a slowly darkening sky as day turned to dusk.

Suddenly realising the grass was a bit wet and starting to soak into his clothes, he stood up and looked around. He had to get back to his friends, but it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon, and although he was no stranger to the idea of there being other worlds and realms, he knew he did not have what would be needed to summon a portal. Maybe his friends had been able to dispatch with the demon themselves, or maybe the demon just went on its merry way, he just hoped his friends weren't dead.

With no other idea what the hell he should do, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what was thankfully a still half full pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and took a few deep breaths, ok, time to really figure shit out. He started walking, a graveyard, how pleasant. He didn't really trust graveyards, no telling what might be lurking, whether it be ghost, demon, beast or just some idiot looking to cause trouble.
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