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Diary: Johnathan Constantine
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-"Great, just what this bleedin' world needs. The charge of the fuckin' trenchcoat brigade!" -"I HEARD that, Constantine..." -"Good for you. Now shut up and let's go get drunk." |
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The Diary of John Constantine
Wednesday, X-2 June, 1920
18.25:
Well, who would have thought that it could go so well. Papa Midnight didn't even throw a fit when I decided to run for it. Of course, there's the fact that he shouldn't know yet that I took the book with me.Again. In fact, I'm hoping he'll be kept in the dark for a couple of days. Enough for me to disappear. Of course, knowing my luck in such things, one of his boys knows allready.
19.40:
Shit! He does know, for I have heen one of his little friends lounging in the harbour. Worse, he seems to be following me now. Quess I weren't carefull enough. The story of my life, really. I'll have to try to loose him on the streets. Too bad I don't know the Big Apple all that well...
22.45:
That slimy little devil is still trailing me, and now he has his friends with him. This could get tricky, especially since the sun in down... that blackie has friends in the night.
Thursday, X-1 June, 1920:
01.20:
One down, million to go... guess he prefers to enjoy his booze internally. Well, he should survive since I only broke the bottle on his head. Not a particularry vulnerable spot for those like him...
02.30:
I should really remember to buy a round for those fellows if I ever meet them again. They took out at least six of those bastards and will delay the reast for a moment. Someone might say that initiating a barfight is not very heroic, but I prefer beeing a living coward to a dead hero... Good that I'm a fast runner, so that I weren't cauth in it.
07.30:
Good morning, NY! I made it through the night, so at least some of his friends are now safely indoors until the sun sets. My back is killing me, but that's what you get from sleeping in the gutter. Literally. Time to get some breakfast, and maybe something to eat as well.
07.45:
Ahhh. Nothing warms you after a cold night like a good glass of whiskey or three.
09.15:
A real bed. Finally. Time to hit the shower and get some real sleep. If the nightmares don't catch me first...
15.40:
I give up. Nightmares 3, John 0. Maybe some food will help.
16.20:
Hmm, it seems I will be sailing in luxury, for one of those thugs had a fat wallet. Papa seems to be paying his boys well. Better that what those misers are paying me. When they pay me at all... Seems that the next ship to head home is the Mauretania. Ridiculously expensive, but now I have the money. And no way am I staying on this side of the ocean while Papa Midnight hunts me. Maybe he'll forget in a couple of years. He usually does. At least when I have something he needs...
Friday, X June, 1920:
09.00:
So here I am, a passanger on this monster of a ship. A PAYING passanger, for crying out loud. Fortunately it's not my own money I'm spending... Funny to see how I'll fit in with all these high and mighty. Well, at least the booze is good. Of course, paying what it does, it'd better be good.
15.30:
I'm feeling almost regretfull that I betrayed Papa again. It must be something I ate... But still, I seem to be using up friends awfully fast these days. Better get some more... Not that Papa Midnight is anything like a trustworthy citizen, but at least he understands. And he too has tried to rip me of more ofter that I care to remember, so he should take this with good grace... I hope... "Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards" and stuff. Not that that blackie is anything like those wizards in all those stories, but some of his voodoo-shit actually works, and it's allways dangerous to try to beat up someone better than oneself... Kick the weak, I alleays say, but do they listen? No. And then they go and have themselves killed. Life is hard, and the you die. Whoever said that had it right.
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