<3 (johnnyboy) wrote in thehauntedhouse, @ 2007-10-17 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas kramer, john constantine |
Day One
Who: John Constantine, Chas Kramer
Where: Bathroom 1 on the second floor.
When: 11:45am
Rating: R for language.
OOC comment: Posting order, please.
John had found the bathroom, or at least a bathroom, up on the second floor. It just so happened to be almost directly across from the bedroom he'd woken up in. He could have kicked himself for stumbling around like an idiot when he'd had that coughing attack, and bloodying his hankerchief for no reason. Even so, the past was the past, and John couldn't change it. Besides, the cloth would have gotten bloody anyway thanks to that redhead. The important thing was, that he'd found it. It hadn't even taken him long, after he'd climbed the stairs. He'd only tried a few doors, really.
Now the door was propped open to the blue tiled bathroom, and the medicine cabinet had been flung wide. John wasted no time in imposing himself upon the contents of the well stocked cabinet, his fingers pushing and nudging bottles out of the way. At last he came up with clean gauze, antiseptic wash, and a possibly expired bottle of cough syrup. He settled his pillaged supplies on the sink, and closed the medicine cabinet again. He was leaning forward, over the sink as he upended the antiseptic onto the gauze set against the top. This was wonderful, just wonderful. Probably the cut didn't even need to be washed, it was bleeding rather freely--too many blood vessels in the face--but he was going to play it safe, for now. Although, he imagined that if there had been any toxins involved, they would have gone into effect by now.
So, John, going about the all too familiar routine of cleaning wounds, was left to think. He stared at the gash in his reflection's cheek while his mind wandered somewhere high above his head. Just who was that old man that had given him the envelope. Why was he here? And why was Chas here? Was it just to get to John? It didn't make sense. Why then would all these strangers be there, and why were most of them so young? And who was that redhead? What was she?
John could really only come to two conclusions. One, they needed weapons. Or two, they needed to get out of here. A twinge just between his eyes caused him to dip his head forward and pinch the bridge of his nose. Aspirin. He needed aspirin.