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RAVENSCAR: a secure facility for the dangerously deranged [17 Sep 2009|06:01pm]

PATIENT: — CONSTANTINE, John
D.H.S.S. No. : — YX 53 72 58 D
N.H.S. No. : — MPLQ 614
SUPERVISING DOCTOR: — Dr. Roger HUNTOON

In my opinion, patient is currently on down-turn side of trauma cycle. Possibly DANGEROUS. Keep under CLOSE OBSERVATION and maintain STRICT REGIME. This patient is possessed of a high IQ and an amoral intelligence. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE!

-R.H.


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John likes pubs best when they involve women. [28 Sep 2008|03:29am]
Constantine doesn't really own a phone. Doesn't trust them, thinks they're bollocks, and has encountered one too many tech-demons surfing the telecommunications highway to stick his ear next to a mobile anytime soon. He might be halfway to becoming a degenerate and paranoid old fuck, but hey, at least his paranoia's justified.

Three fuckin' thirty AM. Anyone up?

He's trying not to think too hard of a certain blonde.

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the sex pistols. [04 Aug 2008|10:21am]
Wailing vocals:
I AM AN ANTI---CHRIST
I AM AN ANAR---CHIST
DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT BUT I KNOW HOW TO GET IT
I WANNA DESTROY THE PASSERBY 'COS IIIIIIII
I WANNA BEEEEE
ANARCHYYYY——


That's right. This lazy Monday afternoon, the ether suddenly reverberates with a blaring rendition of "Anarchy in the U.K.", hazy impression of instruments and all.

Yes. John's being an insufferable dickwad again. The song was stuck in his head, alright? He felt like sharing.

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profile. [28 Jun 2008|06:00pm]
I'm the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat and cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I've got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I'll drive your demons away. I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down and then I'll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone. Who would walk with me? )
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relationships. [28 Jun 2008|05:00pm]
We are -not- children of celestial fuckin' light, walking arm-in-arm into the Age of Aquarius. We are wankers who wreck the planet and piss on each other, 'til half the world's starving and the other half's busy finding new ways to keep from noticing it. That's the fuckin' limit of our potential, believe me. )
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note. [28 Jun 2008|03:30pm]
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(angels and demons) [12 Jan 2008|01:05am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

More quiet and thoughtful than one would be used to from John Constantine. There's something distracting him in person, but he's careful not to broadcast a particular image of what's going on in the background.

Havin' had time to experiment an' consider the matter, I think I'd take a troublesome exorcism over those fuckin' new year hangovers anyday. Least there's always a clear-cut method to make real demons go away, an' quickly, at that. But the inner demons? Not so fuckin' lucky.

This is also the point when I could — pardon my lapse into cliché — say that "it's been quiet lately," cue dramatic pause, "too quiet." But if I said that, one o' you friggers would obviously perk up an' send some sonuvabitch or other after me, an' we can't have that, can we? I want a vacation. That so fuckin' much to ask for.


A little pause. A brief and staticky flicker of sun-warmed beaches and palm trees; not the rocky crags of England.

Bahamas. Yeah.


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(angels and demons) (paper journal, private) [04 Dec 2007|04:59am]
A piece of paper currently drifting somewhere on Constantine's desk. )
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(angels and demons) [02 Dec 2007|04:35am]
Pissed. If he hadn't been awake earlier due to Casey's summons, the dogs would have done it. And he's learning, much to his displeasure, that the ether has a nasty tendency to slip through the cracks. Right when you think you've managed to block it out...

That was uniquely fuckin' unpleasant. So, does it take requests? How about bunny rabbits next time?

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(angels and demons) [28 Nov 2007|12:42am]
[ mood | content ]

This man's control of the ether is still a bit shaky; the reception wavers a little, but forcibly reorients itself every time with the sheer power of bullheaded will that is John Constantine. His message is broadcasted loud and piercing, as if he wants the attention. He's pulling your head back from the gutter and forcing you to listen.

Right, I've got a joke. So prick up your ears, you sods.

Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for six days. Eventually, the Archangel Gabriel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?" God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look Gabriel, look what I've made." Archangel Gabriel looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" "It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." "Balance?" inquired Gabriel, still confused.

God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, North America will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while South America is going to be poor. Over there I've placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people," God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a small populated area in the land of Great Britain and said "What's that?"

"Ah," said God. "That's Merseyside, the most glorious place on Earth. There's a beautiful river, glorious parks, and buildings, great music and world dominating football teams. The people from Liverpool are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous and they're going to be found traveling the world as expatriats. They'll be extremely sociable, hard-working and high-achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."

Gabriel gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there will be balance!"

God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the lazy, arrogant, b'stards I'm putting next to them in Manchester."



A burst of laughter. So this is the ether? So this is what he'll use it for.

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