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John Constantine | 36

Exorcist, demonologist, and Master of the Dark Arts. At your service.

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[wont_be_me]

I like damaged men.

[conjobs]

You're in luck. The planet's full of them.

I'm not interested in you saving or fixing or taming me, love. Keep swiping.

[wont_be_me]

Hah.

[ Haaaaaaah. ]

Did I come across as nurturing? I must not be representing myself well either.

[conjobs]

[That piques his interest at least. Most people would have found him offputting by now and, well. Kept swiping.] Did you have something else in mind? [He's already had a few questionable incidents involving aphrodisiacs and compromised sanities - he doesn't want to be labelled the planet rapist, so he's offering to let her take the lead.]

[wont_be_me]

I don't want to be your friend, but I do want to get to know you.

[conjobs]

I think I can manage that. What room are you in, and do you have any water?

[wont_be_me]

13, and I don't provide refreshments.

[ Thirteen. It's her number. Like the bad penny she is. ]

[conjobs]

That's too bad. We could have had wine.

[wont_be_me]

[ She doesssn't know about your sweet Earth religious shit 8( ]

I don't drink.

[conjobs]

[That just makes Constantine want to spam the X right now but he'll humour her, just the once.] I shouldn't show up empty handed. I'll bring something else.

[wont_be_me]

[ She almost tells him that the chances of her wanting anything he brings her are just about zero, but she decides not to care about it. Instead she just unlocks the door and waits. ]

[conjobs]

[Flowers? She didn't strike him as the romantic type. Fruit basket? She'd wonder if they were poisoned or full of that alien viagra. Teddy bear? She'd either rip it to shreds or insist on turning this into some magic freak show.

He settles for a packet of something that looks like M&Ms. Yeah, sure, he got it from the vending machine. Sue him. He knocks politely before he tries the door and steps inside.] Are you decent darling?

[wont_be_me]

[ She is. Dressed in athletic wear that clings to the shape of her, not curvaceous but certainly fit. It's a sleeker look than her usual steel-toed boots, cargo pants, and leather jacket. ]

What did you bring?

[ Her look expects to be disappointed, but it actually changes. Someone loves candy. ]

[conjobs]

Uh... they look like M&Ms? They're colourful little chocolates with hard crispy shells. [She's probably going to roll her eyes and tell him she knows exactly what M&Ms are, but better be safe than her thinking he's trying to feed her some aphrodisiacs or rohypnol or something.

Stepping in a little closer, he offers it to her with a smile. Maybe it was the right move to reserve the X for now.] Do you like these? [They are just getting to know each other, right? Small talk is as good as anywhere else to start.]

[wont_be_me]

What is M&M meant to stand for?

[ An incredulous look. She assumes it is some Earth thing. Why are so many of the volunteers from Earth? As far as she knows it was an uninhabitable rock. It also makes most of these people some primitive ancestor to the kind of human she is. ]

It doesn't matter. [ Seriously. The fuck does she care. ] I like it.

[ She lets him in to the small room, finding a piece of furniture to perch on herself. There's a faint singed smell in the room. She and the roommate had a fiery disagreement about the space. ]

[conjobs]

No idea love. Ask an American. [If he notices the smell he doesn't point it out. He's a drinker and a smoker, he doesn't smell like flowers and unicorns himself.] Your roommate out for a quickie?

[wont_be_me]

Carla.

[ A corrective tone: no love, no darling, no babe, no sweetheart. ]

I believe the roommate is avoiding me. I did tell her to get the fuck out.

[conjobs]

Well. That might do the trick, Carla. You don't get along then?

[wont_be_me]

[ A tight little smile. He can fuss about using her name all he wants, as long as he does it. ]

I had zero intentions of sharing this room with a teenage girl.

[conjobs]

[Ooo. Teenage girl? He tries not to let on his disappointment at that fact. It could have been a fun threesome you know.]

So you kicked her out without caring about what the overprotective muppets would say? You're a girl after my own heart.

[wont_be_me]

I'm not concerned about her.

[ Both in an overall sense of not giving a shit about anyone, as well as the girl specifically. She'd lit the room on fire, so. Carla thinks she'll be just fine. ]

Is it your preference not to care and protect then? Is that out of a genuine lack of compassion, or are trying to protect yourself from the inevitable disappointments.

[ She pauses, gesturing lazily with one hand as she adds on an afterthought, ]

Or to protect others from being disappointed in you, which has the same root.

[conjobs]

Not my job and not what I signed up for, coming here. I came to check out the sights and sleep around. [Not much for sugarcoating, this one. But at least he's being honest about his intentions.] Why? Are we pretending to care now?

[wont_be_me]

No, I just wanted to see wanted to see if you'd get a kicked dog look on your face when I said it out loud.

[ She smiles cheerfully. If they're being honest, she is very good at being honest. ]

[conjobs]

I mean, I could put on a show if it gets your rocks off? [Not particularly difficult, pretending to be indignant and give a crap.]

[wont_be_me]

Not unless you're particularly good at crying on command.

[ She liked very good liars, consummate ones, dedicated to the craft of it. Anything lesser and she's just rather have the truth of it. ]