John Constantine (hell_blazing) wrote in eotic, @ 2017-04-06 13:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn, john constantine |
Who: Harley & Constantine
What: Slip sliding away
Where: Out scavenging
When: Late afternoon
Rating: N/A
Truth be told, John was growing tired of life in the Sanctuary. It didn't help that the days were all bleeding into one long neverending nightmare. He didn't like the look of Negan's regime the moment he got dragged into it and it hadn't really grown on him in all his time there. He couldn't deny that their gated community offered some small comforts. But Constantine had a different kind of fight on his hands and didn't need the kind of security that Negan purportedly provided. It was some pitiful life they were living, these sycophants trying so desperately to rack up gold stars awarded by their sociopathic leader, but until he could find a way out of there he'd had to bide his time and play along.
That didn't stop him from trying his luck every so often. He was normally quite well-behaved on these scavenging runs. Didn't talk much, lent a hand where someone needed help. Flying comfortably under the radar, John kept himself useful enough to keep around but tried not to leave an impression. He'd hated to be that smarmy English bloke who was memorable or commendable enough to be worth mentioning to anyone.
The team had spread out and Constantine followed along until the idiot he was partnered with told him to take the right while he took the left. No hard feelings - splitting up only saved him the trouble of having to drag that corpse around when he got himself bitten. With a handgun tucked behind his trousers, John wandered into the woods, strolling at a leisurely pace until the sound of running water drew him towards the stream. Everyone else had been clinging on to their firearms for dear life but he slipped his hand back into his pocket after lighting up a smoke. His other hand was playing idly with his zippo. The metal lighter hovered two inches above his palm, spinning slowly like a broken compass as John's fingers twitched. He was so far from where they had taken him, but he could walk into this stream right now and just vanish. No one would even notice.