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TEST DRIVE MEME #1


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.



Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.



Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.



STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.


Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

Since this is a big event, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-30 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
John doesn't doubt or think twice. He takes a pill and drops it between his teeth, tilting his head back and swallowing. He should have probably been wary, or asked what it's going to do, or anything other than blindly putting anything he's been given into his mouth.

Since when was he known for making good, rational decisions anyway?

"Club. Lube." He's still coherent and still aware that he's on this mission right now so that mustn't be a bad thing, at least for now.
invicto: (one)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
I may just hold you to that.

[ Don't dangle the promise of finding your dirty little secrets right in his face and then take it away! Now he really wants to know. He finds himself even more intrigued by the guy when he can't feel a pulse against his thumb, his gaze flicking up to his face just as he's called out on enjoying this so much. ]

Spoiling all my fun. [ He presses his lips, but does draw the blade away once the word is carved onto the arm. Then he pulls up his sleeve, holding his own arm up along with the knife. ] Theft.

[ That's probably one of the tamest on his list of sins, but like the guy says: get past the first date to get to the good stuff. ]
invicto: (three.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
How would you know? Maybe I did.

[ But no, of course not. With a grin he adds. ] I have a ship. Well, had. And I had other advanced technology at my disposal.
dothelokimotion: (With all the fear and respect)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-04-30 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ a ship? that seems marginally more feasible. ]

Well, well. Mortals finally crawled out of the mud-hole. How long did that take?
invicto: (two.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
Far too long. [ His lips stretch wider. ] Though some still enjoy that mud-hole. Insist it's... better.

[ He makes a face like he can't explain that. People, right? ]
invicto: (eight.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nice to know that whatever Steve's relationship was with this other version of him, it was one that didn't shy away from physical closeness. James worried at his lower lip, looking the guy up and down while he talked. ]

My scar? [ He reached up to touch his own cheek. ] I've had it for a few years now. Got a few more too, a little all over.

[ To the question he nodded, though careful to suppress some information, not giving away too much about his universe. ]

Yes. I'm the Captain. Or... I was, I guess. I'm not holding my breath on going back there.

[ And if he did, he'd no doubt find one of his crew members having betrayed him and taken the Enterprise for themselves. ]
dothelokimotion: (Comfort was the answer to all)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-04-30 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ loki waves a flippant hand. ]

That seems debatable, but I was never too fond of mortals. Though I appreciated their overactive imaginations at the time.
invicto: (seven.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ James is afraid of very little, and there hasn't been a circumstance in his life (or death) so far that has pushed him to admit to any of it out loud. John could try, push and see where his limits are, see if he ever gets squeamish about anything, but so far?

He even gasps a little when he feels the skin of his finger break, pushing it against the demon's tongue. He's not even slightly put off by the red in his eyes, and those pointed teeth and nails are starting to look more and more like sharp, delightful promises, even if he does try to contain his eagerness. ]


I find violence hot. Make it hurt for me, and I can make it hurt for you too if you want. Or... you can try to tie me up, push my face down on a table, see how much it takes for me to be good.

[ Hint: it takes a lot. He grips the flogger tight, biting on his lower lip, bleeding thumb pressing against the corner of the guy's mouth. ]

Maybe we should. I don't roll over easy, much less so to weaklings. You wanna be on top? Then you better earn it.
invicto: (thirteen.)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
James doesn't move from his spot, watching with interest as he comes closer, and smiling lopsidedly at the blatant come-on. It's direct, at least, and if he likes the fact that it's a little cheesy, he doesn't say anything about it.

"James," he steps closer, giving John a slow, intent once-over. "If you wanna know what's in my pants, maybe you should find out for yourself. Words may not do it justice."
invicto: (one)

[personal profile] invicto 2019-04-30 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You are in Hell, you realize. Doesn't that make you a mortal, too?

[ Just saying. This doesn't look great on anyone's immortality record. ]
unreconciled: (Serious)

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-04-30 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Andrej gets it, and the sentiment stings, for there's a ring of truth to it. Perhaps penance is a fool's errand. His list of sins is long and atrocious, and there are still those he refuses to regret. Challenging his father, for one. Captain Lowden's murder, for another. He likely is irredeemable for those alone, for he would not, could not, be contrite. For those two alone, the Holy Mother would refuse her embrace.

Still, his father had been wrong. Was wrong. And killing Lowden, even if it was for his own reasons... the man had been a stain upon creation itself. He would repent his wrongs, and plead justifiable the rest. If he was able to give up as easily as this man, he would have sought the Malcontent a long time ago.

Though as much as he's started giving more thought to his own religion, this man is certainly not Dolgorukij, even after discounting the accent -- fair, yes, but far too tall, features a little too sharp, too many minor characteristics an poor fit. The Holy Mother looks after her children... but nothing has been said of all the others across space, with systems and religions of their own. He's half tempted to ask after John's own religious tradition. But it's a very personal question, and frankly rather rude, as would be asking just where in all Saints' names he originates; Andrej suspects he would not know where it was either, at that.

Well, whatever. "Oh, fine. Be damned then," Andrej replies a little snappishly. "But I would be remiss to let you leave without tending the wounds I inflicted." From the tone, this is a man who's used to being obeyed -- well in line with his aristocratic, if sometimes idiosyncratic, speech.
unreconciled: (Distraught)

[personal profile] unreconciled 2019-04-30 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dolgorukij metabolism does run faster than the standard, but even that has limits that Andrej's pushing hard.]

I know not. Other than I would be due the Tenth Level under Jurisdiction law. Perhaps Hell is more creative than I.

[He'd set the new standard for what a Command Termination looked like with Geltoi. And the results had been broadcast to all Jurisdiction space on top of that. State sanctioned atrocity for the sake of deterrence, that was the idea of it. There was no higher punishment.

Andrej looked distinctly more ill at this point though, pale as a ghost and probably about to throw up any moment. And here he'd been losing himself in oblivion and having a nice quiet sing-song before. Thanks, Constantine.]
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (02.it's fun to lose and to pretend)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-30 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least it makes Kavinsky laugh, that attempt at being backhanded. He sits on the edge of the bed, lounges back a little bit. Even sitting he's in motion, jiggling leg and restless fingers]

You tell me what you want. I get it for you. Then we figure out how you pay me back. That's how we do this.
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Harley Quinn | DC Comics

[personal profile] heymisterj 2019-04-30 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
STAND YOUR GROUND
Prompt 1
Harley Quinn is no stranger to bizarre dreams and even more bizarre surroundings. She’s woken up in Arkham more times than she can count, after all, and Arkham’s no tea party. The place is full of the truly crazy, the kinda crazy, and the not crazy but they had a really great attorney. It’s also full of inmates — because, realistically, they’re not patients — who like to scream and howl at all hours.

So waking up in actual hell is actually par for the course for Harley, who thinks the digs here are actually a few steps up and might even be a little into the pain and punishment this place had to offer up.

By the time she finds herself wandering around, poking her head into whatever rooms she can get into, making an internal map of what she’s come across, Harley’s kind of at peace with the whole thing. You don’t run fast and loose with an actual insane clown posse without realizing that, if there is a Great Downstairs, that’s probably where you’re headed once you bite the big one.

And it’s that thought she’s having when she’s grabbed by the arm and unceremoniously pushed into an elevator after someone else. “Hey, watch the costume, buddy! This thing’s a classic!”

Well, there are a lot of things that are classics that probably don’t deserve special treatment in Hell. And her harlequin outfit, complete with white greasepaint and jingling hat, definitely doesn’t make the cut.


REACH UP HIGH
Prompt 2
Harley is — technically speaking, if one is willing to ignore that she’d lost her license — a doctor. A psychiatrist, more specifically. And a large part of her had gone into that field to help people. Of course, another large part of her had just been interested in how twisted minds worked.

But the real point was that when she was given instructions to help someone, she figured she had this in the bag.

Besides, Harley liked to be helpful (usually to the point of being godawfully annoying). So she set up shop on a barstool at the self-serve bar, grabbed some cardboard and a Sharpie, and made herself a little sign to put on the bar.

Free Advice and Drinks

Most people probably don't want advice from a clown henchwench who'd found herself in hell and was drinking ginger ale at a bar. Then again, there are probably plenty of people who are pretty freaked out and just want to talk about that.

Besides, the aches and pains are starting to set in, and Harley has already worked out that the quicker she 'helps' someone, the quicker she'll stop feeling like she's gotten run over by a truck.


NETWORK
Pretty sure I jumped the turnstile for the Crazy Train, took a wrong turn at What The Fuck Rd, and landed on the surface of the sun.


OOC
[ Feel free to add me at [plurk.com profile] tactum if you'd like to discuss or plot. Also happy to write up starters for any other prompts or any other starters in general. ]
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (05.w/ the lights out its less dangerous)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-30 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It was an easy dodge, moreso because it was hardly the first time some pissed off piece of shit had thrown a bottle at him. Most of Ronan's anger seemed to have fizzled out and turned into something different, quieter and more internalized. It was still a brooding, simmering horror. That was just how these boys were made.

Kavinsky's grin stayed in place. He let Ronan have his space, for the moment. Mostly because he didn't want to get punched in the head again.

"You don't mean that," Kavinsky said and hummed a laugh. "I bet you'd like to watch. You did the first time."

Like might have been a strong word. But Kavinsky had looked at him, right at the end, and Ronan hadn't looked away. There was a part of him that wanted to see. There was a part of him that had feared in that moment. It put a seed into Kavinsky, dark and black and encouraging. There was only with him or against him, but Ronan had never really been against him.
mitsubishievo: PB: Diego Barrueco (43.take me back to 9th grade shit)

[personal profile] mitsubishievo 2019-04-30 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It's such an easy thing, no questions asked, and Kavinsky respected and appreciated that. He hated when people asked questions. It was such a mood killer.

It wasn't a long walk from the strange Hotel California bullshit over to the club. Kavinsky had already milled around in the club for a little while earlier, checked it out, watched some people. Watching wasn't really his thing though.

He grabbed John's hand and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans, heading straight for the back rooms. Putting on a show was all well and good, but he didn't feel like fucking around where someone else could just invite themselves. Not tonight, anyway. Plus? Lube. Right there on a little stand.
milkisgross: (Goddamnit)

[personal profile] milkisgross 2019-04-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ed's eyes widened and his jaw clenched. He had yet to accept the fact that he could very well be dead and that wasn't something he was likely to get around to cope with any time soon.]

You're awfully quick to accept that!

[It's pretty clear he doesn't like Spike throwing that possibility in his face like that. He's just...going to let go of that torture chamber comment.]

I don't care what it looks like outside! If there's a way out I'm gonna find it!

[He made it out of that False Truth after being swallowed by Gluttony, hadn't he? Maybe he could try the same trick here. Too bad there wasn't a Philosopher's Stone on standby to act as the toll to open the Gate though...]
compelledtoprotect: (i'm really not sure about this)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-04-30 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[There was concern on his face when James talked briefly about the scar, and he was still curious about how it had been acquired, but it was clearly a subject James wasn't all that eager to expound on. Poking old wounds just wasn't very kind, especially with strangers. The worry only grew as James mentioned the possibility his ship might no longer be his if and when he he got back to his world. Just what kind of world did the man come from?

He reached out, covering one of James' hands with his own and squeezing lightly. Even with strangers Steve tended to touch. He blamed it on being in the ice for so long and being completely deprived of human contact for almost a century.]



James I . . . I'm so sorry . . .
compelledtoprotect: (really concerned)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-04-30 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know, I'm beginning to think I really wouldn't like the place you come from Styx. Believe it or not, but inter-dimensional aliens all of a sudden sound easy as pie. So what would these Black Hand people look like? More orcs? The Resistance? Any clues for what I'm on the lookout for?"

To be honest, now that he was paying attention, Styx sounded a lot like a fantasy book. It was . . . weird. To think elves and orcs and goblins and who knew what else were real somewhere. Like real real. Even the oddballs on the island hadn't seemed so unbelievable somehow, but elves? Steve wasn't sure he could buy that without seeing one. Or twelve . . .
styxtoshadows: (hide  2)

[personal profile] styxtoshadows 2019-04-30 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it's a real dungheap" Styx comments dryly, just riding along. "Black Hands are mages. You can tell them because they don't have dirt on them and they haven't missed too many meals...but then you could say the same for the Inquisition. Orcs are probably safe, as long as you don't see them wearing slave collars."
compelledtoprotect: (uniform)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-04-30 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It is. Take care Loki. Don't go overboard with all the temptations, hmm?


[Steve smiled and let go, allowing Loki do as he liked. He wouldn't let too much time pass before seeking the man out, not when he knew what he did from the island. He didn't dare.]
compelledtoprotect: (uniform)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-04-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid we'll have to agree to disagree on the death thing for the moment, but it was mostly just a joke. Nice to meet you Spike. Been here long?


[Spike. He hadn't met a guy with a name like that in a long, long time. It was almost like something from back in the day! Steve played with his drink, smiling. He didn't think they were dead, and he didn't think they were in Hell. The place smacked of someone's tacky dream of a sex palace, not the worst the almighty's counterpart could possibly dish up. If it were Hell, he wouldn't be leaning a bar talking to a potential new buddy. he'd be reliving all the horrors he'd perpetrated on the innocent, and probably the guilty too. Or maybe wallowing in agony from something even more special . . .

No, he didn't think for a second he was dead, and he was going to go back. Hands down.]
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Sorry too used to calling him Jim

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-30 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, now that they're in overt territory, it's making it infinitely easier for either of them to make a move.

"Is it going to be a surprise?" John asks as he gets close enough to slip one finger into James's waistband, giving it the gentlest of tugs.
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follow me down I

[personal profile] notmarie 2019-04-30 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This isn’t exactly Rogue’s speed. She sees the way some people are pounding back drinks and what have to be illicit drugs being traded back and forth. But the other option includes hiding. Which is a huge thanks but no thanks.

She’s not going do anything but face this head on, even if it’s with a set jaw and her lips pressed tightly together in a thin line.

She’s got her drink clutched between gloved hands — because there’s no damn way she’s letting it out of her sight in a place like this — when she hears the guy a few steps away speak up. Rogue doesn’t even know what the various pills and powders actually are; for all she knows he could have some deadly cocktail of uppers and downers there.

Then again, is actually dying even on the table here? She doesn’t know that either.

Regardless, she gives James a raised eyebrow, unimpressed look. ]


Depends. Are you trying to escape this whole thing or do you actually think taking a handful of unmarked pills is going to be a good time?
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[personal profile] conjobs 2019-04-30 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A part of it might have something to do with John being unrepentant (mostly). He's had to make a lot of difficult decisions that no one really ought to have to make. If there can be such a thing as being desensitised to making sacrifices in order to try and beat a rigged game, Constantine is it.

"You're going to kiss me better?" John taunts. He stops and turns, then, facing Andrej, a challenging but playful look in his eyes. Maybe he wants to get a rise out of him. Maybe he's just doing this to get a laugh at Andrej's expense.

"My prick's chafing a little in my pants. You going to kiss that too?"