Heaven is what I strive for, Hell is where I'll most likely end up. Still I try....(Mature RP 21+)
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*Now alone in the Diner, John sat at a booth in the back as he drank from a coffee pot. He coughed as he reached into his coat, groaning at a blood soaked pack of cigarettes.*
Well fuck me... Shite!
Before you call the cops, can I get a cup of coffee?
*John continued to wipe the blood off his face, emptying another napkin dispenser as a waitress stood across from him in shock*
Also, more napkins please. Thanks, Love.
*Horrific screams and monstrous roars came from a Diner's bathroom, smoke escaping from under the door as the people within the Diner sat in silence. Seconds later John, completely covered in blood, sauntered out from the bathroom as he dragged a rather large axe.*
Wanker....
Ahh, before I forget...
*John stood before his front door, his lips holding a lit cigarette as he added a new spell to the wood. He stepped back as the phrase "Fuck Off" surrounded by markings appeared on the door, fading away seconds later.*
...and Bob's your Uncle...
*John grunted as he rolled off his couch, looking at his front door as the loud knocking continued. He rubbed his face as he got up, stumbling over empty beer cans as he yawned.*
Oi, oi! I'm up! Shite...
Does anyone know where I can find....
*Constantine dug into his coat, pulling out a piece of a newspaper.*
.... @HiRiseHero ?
*Ash from a cigarette fell to the concrete sidewalk as Constantine checked his cell, placing the cigarette back between his lips. He coughed as he tucked his cellphone away, resting the dull side of an axe on his shoulder.*
God I fuckin' hate house calls....
This is the last time I'm babysitting on the fly! Also, don't attack me in public!
*John paced back and forth holding a bundle close to his chest, adjusting his cellphone as he took a seat.*
Just hurry up! The Salmon wallpaper in your place is making me sick.
*Spit flew from the grotesque Demon as it snarled and roared at John. He scrunched his face as he shook his head.*
Sure, sure! Just back off! Christ, it smells like you swallowed a rotten pig's arse! You know you could've called!
*A large shadow formed between the aisles as the clerk continued to ring up the cigarettes. John tapped his wallet on the counter as he shoved his other hand into his coat pocket.*
Excuse me, Love. When's your break?
*Before the clerk could answer, the shadow tackled John-
I will take.... All of them. Give'em here...
*He rubbed his hands as the clerk grabbed every pack of cigarettes behind her. John fished out his wallet as he hummed, his moment of bliss ending as the room grew dark.*
No. No, no! I have smoked yet! Come on!
*John grabbed his coat as he zipped his pants, nodding to the Demons trapped in his walls.*
You guys keep watch for rats or whatever...
*His apartment door swung up, John blinking for a few seconds before exiting his place.*
That's new...
Shite..... Shite..... FUCK!!!
*John growled as he tossed another empty cigarette box, flopping onto his couch.*
...I've got to put on pants.... Fuck.