Who: Ciaran and John. Where: Wheel 1, outside some shops. What: Working on leylines. When: Thursday evening Rating: TBD Open: Closed Status: Ongoing
Things were relatively quiet in wheel 1. John needed to take a break from trying anything in Wheel 3, at least while the lights kept cutting out. It certainly made his work all the more difficult. But there were other places he needed to work on. He just had to pace himself. Not that he truly ever had much patience. His old friend Chas knew that well enough.
The only sound that could be heard was the tired and gruff singing of one John Constantine, accompanied by the sound of a paint brush, sweeping over metal. "One pill makes you larger and the other makes you small, and the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all!". He stood there, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He didn't have his tie on this time, he had left that at home along with his trench coat. On his head and forearms were painted symbols in red. More precisely painted in blood. Symbols of old and ancient pagan magi that had been near enough lost to time. Remembered by few.
John had been hard at work for a few weeks, mapping out and planning things for his new project. He wanted to somehow create artificial leylines on board the station that could be used to not only power magic, but also possibly help protect people on board the station. Of course, no ordinary paint or chalk would do the job, and each seal, symbol and position had been calculated and planned out so that each point he created would meet, hopefully creating the leylines he wanted to make. The materials he used were infused with blood. The chalk was infused with holy virgins blood while the paint was infused with his own blood. Not that it was visible in the paint work but someone with a powerful sense of smell might be able to sniff it out.
John stopped for a moment, putting the paint brush down. He picked up a leather bound book, reading over it briefly. Glancing from the book to the wall, he nodded, putting the book back down. Time for a quick break. He took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one, sitting down on the floor cross legged in front of his work to examine it further.