Who: John Constantine and Faith Lehane, 'later' John and Sarah Petrelli (Can be run concurrently, if you want) What: Meetings, John hearing the pitch of Team Good Guy When: Last Night, after John's post (about 9:00 pm PST or so) Where: Hyperion Hotel Rating: TBD, at least PG-13 for John's 'colorful turn of phrase' Status: In Progress
John had heard the statement about 'building to Heaven', of course, but he couldn't say he really saw the appeal. Faith saying the place would be 'easy to find' was definately an understatement, and he had to shake his head as he looked up at the grandious facade that was the Hyperion Hotel. As soon as he set foot on the sidewalk, the sense of the protection on the building washed over him, a funny sort of prickling against his skin deterring enough to have him bristle under his trenchcoat and take a long look around. Seeing nothing, he sighed and lit up a cigarette- Camels, damn American shit- muttering a protective ward to himself as he took a puff. It'd at least last until he had time to see just what these people were so paranoid against, if he fit the criteria.
Feeling a little more at ease, John walked through the courtyard, slowing up in the lobby to take a look around. He figured he'd already set off some sort of alarm, so announcing himself wouldn't go amiss. He approached the desk, leaning an elbow against the top and giving a charming grin to the receptionist on duty.
"John Constantine for Faith, squire."
[ooc: I took a bit of liberty in assuming that between John's sensitivity and the demon blood in him (long story) it'd sort of unnerve him, with all the magic/protection around? If that's not likely, I can change it. Or you can run with it. Either way!]