Who: John Wick johnwick and OTA What: John Wick arrives in Madison Valley When: Tuesday, March 19, midday Where: A hallway in an apartment building, condominium complex, or other multiunit facility. Rating: Fan-Rated Teen Warnings: Foul language, references to violence, and John Wick is not really a boogeyman, but some people think of him that way all the same. NOTE: Not Open to Multiples Status: Open/Complete
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A full meal -complete with the light weight of dessert within easy reach- weighed down John's movements, making him feel slow, awkward, and uneasy in his skin. He had no perception of his surroundings outside the keys in his hand as he moved to open the catacomb's game. There was a history behind the keys he held which spanned back farther than anything John had been a part of to this point in his life; the keys would continue on with their history for far longer than any supposed "legend" about John Wick would last.
John allowed himself a moment to close his eyes before he pushed the key forward.
"What?"
He snapped his mouth shut hard enough to hear his teeth click, but it was too late. If anyone was within listening distance, they would have heard him.
The gate was gone.
Acting quickly, John moved to put his back to the wall beside the ordinary looking door he'd tried to use an ancient set of keys on. He hoped whoever was on the other side of the door wasn't interested in a fight. John was a war machine caught out among the weapons for another man's battle.
There was no time to figure out how he'd gotten from the gate of the catacombs in Rome to standing in a perfectly ordinary hallway, before a perfectly ordinary door, weighed down by a perfectly extraordinary amount of weaponry.
John kept his back to the hallway and started to move beyond the door toward the end of the hall. He would have to cross in front of the door. There was no helping it. The risk of moving from the wall which shared space with the door over to the opposing wall was higher than the risk of crossing the doorway with his back to it. The probability of him escaping the hallway without being injured was decreasing the longer he dawdled and John couldn't tolerate the thought of dying before having the pleasure of killing Santino D'Antonio.
The sound of movement had John flattening himself to the wall once more, twisting toward the sound with his appetizer already in his hand as he warned, "Don't move. This isn't for you."
Some weapons could be used against anyone for any reason.
John wasn't carrying any of those weapons on his person at present.
All he wanted was to get out of wherever he was so he could fulfill his marker and then, definitely then, fulfill his unspoken promise to his Helen by killing the man who had killed their home with all its precious memories locked inside.