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Steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat & cigarette & arrogance
'm not the nicest bloke you've met
|♠ King of Spades ♠|
So. Magic. What's it all about, then? I wonder what you were after when you go into the game. It's usually something. Something specific that you think is worth taking risks for. Money. Sex. Revenge. Power. Enlightenment. Thinner thighs in thirty days. It's a long time ago for most of you, I know. Maybe you don't remember. Fuck, maybe you don't even want to. But I'll tell you something for free. At rock bottom, it's always about the same thing. It's always about entropy. The Universe is winding down. Things fall apart. The moving finger writes, and what it writes is "Tough shit." You can't get something for nothing.
|♠ Here Are Dark Doings ♠|
So here we all are, then. Chasing the earthly paradise. Trying to sneak back into Eden through the back door, because work is for mug punters. You stupid arrogant little shits. We're not playing fire, -- here we're playing with napalm. There's a war on and we're whoring with the enemy for pennies. Innocent people die when we fuck up. And we fuck up all the time. Oh, don't get me wrong. Eden's a nice place. I was there a few months back. Left a piece of myself buried in the ground there, for reasons I won't go into.
| ♠ It's the awful, lonely secret of the dead-boy's heart ♠ |
So I can tell you, God hates our kind most especially. The cheats. The hellblazers. The collaborators. Look -- this is what Heaven has to say to the likes of us.
|♠ My name's John Constantine, and I think we could do each other a favor. Mind if I smoke? ♠|
John Constantine: Fandom Librarian, Guardian of Special Collections.
Profile codes by:fading_melody.
[This is an RP journal for the character of John Constantine, the Magnificent Bastard. No profit is being made, and I am not John, or Paul, nor am I their Creator.]