John Constantine.

I'm the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat, cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. #DC

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@UndeadSentinel » wormholes giving the creepy crawlies room to bug the life out of any lad.

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@UndeadSentinel » Things like the pint of beer in his hand and the cigarette between his lips or things like the »

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@UndeadSentinel » Brit, before a smug smirk curved on the edges of his lips. "Either speak, or sod off. I have things to tend to." »

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@UndeadSentinel » narrowing. This man's appearance was odd, but so was everyone else's in that bar. A light snort escaped the »

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@UndeadSentinel "Depends on who asks, mate." John stated, before head slowly turned to let piercing blue eyes fix on the man, before »

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@ssertsiMfOcigaM » St. Paul's Cathedral, rain pouring over the two.

"Surprise, surprise, luv."

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@ssertsiMfOcigaM » In a matter of a flash, the two wouldn't be found at that flashy hotel room, but would be standing outside »

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@ssertsiMfOcigaM » and very softly muttering words in what /was/ a dead language which name he didn't even remember. »

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@ssertsiMfOcigaM slim* » around the woman's wrist. John took a deep breath and fell quiet for a brief moment, before slowly »

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@ssertsiMfOcigaM Without giving Zatanna a single word for an answer, John took a deep breath, letting sling digits wrap »

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@UndeadSentinel » did the man know he was up for a surprise.

[John Constantine. @ArrogantDabbler]

@UndeadSentinel » He wasn't expecting much action in there except for the usual bloke needing to be put in their place, but little »

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@UndeadSentinel » in the middle, on that table by the very end of the large room that would be called a bar, sat John Constantine. »

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@UndeadSentinel » fat, drunken bikers sitting on one side, while the flimsy junkies and alcoholics sat on the other, and right »

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@UndeadSentinel » need when he headed out and ventured into the darkness just a few hours later.

The crowd inside was the usual, »

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@UndeadSentinel » This alone was reason enough for John to find himself drinking early that evening, only to gather the courage he'd »

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@UndeadSentinel » to Hell had began to pop up citywide, leaving the doors open for demons to crawl out and terrorize the city. »

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@UndeadSentinel » drowning his burdens would be an understatement. For at least a couple of days before, portals leading straight »

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@UndeadSentinel » Manhattan bar.

Usually, John would have no reason to drink other than to drown his sorrows, but this time, »

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@UndeadSentinel » The shady atmosphere and the feeling of superiority surrounding John did provide for lovely evenings on that »