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WHO: John Constantine (

afriendtosell ) and EVERYONE EVER.
WHERE: EVERYWHERE. (See below)
WHEN: From the beginning of the KIDS EVERYWHERE PLOT plot until the end.
WARNINGS: NONE THUS FAR...
SUMMARY: John Constantine has been turned back into is seventeen year old self, chaos ensues.
FORMAT: [ Quick like this. ]

The format for this log will basically be action tags all day erry day. Just input WHERE and WHEN you'll be meeting John, and we'll take it from there. He is currently staying at the MAC, is frequenting IRISH BARS all around town, and may just be found on RANDOM STREETS peddling fortunes and flimflams.

Your move.

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_{[ This is John Constantine, age seventeen, about to drink a tall Irishman under the table. He's wearing late 80s Punk Rock chic, all denim and leather with tattered holes and cigarette stains everywhere. ]}

You ain't shit, squire! Me own giddy aunt could drink you under the fucking table!

_{[ Charming lad, isn't he? ]}

Edited 2011-05-13 18:54 (UTC)

[It took her a good, long while to realize that he wasn't pissed at her for some reason or another (though she had a good idea why he might be) or that he wasn't already so drunk that he was forgetting names. With everyone around her suddenly becoming children or teenagers or obnoxious, much younger flirts it hit her: he'd been hit with whatever magic or super ability that had hit so many other people.

It had to have been from a time before they knew one another, which was a smaller amount of time than how long they did. Still hard to make a guess. From the way he'd spoken (texted), he had to have been a teenager. He had been what? Eighteen, nineteen the first time they'd crossed paths? Jesus. He could take care of himself, sure, but leave it to Zee to be half-worried, half-annoyed enough to try to chase him down.

Dressed in the usual stage costume, she begins her search near the MAC, relying on whatever faint remainder of his future self's magic to guide her to him.]

_{[ He'd been out partying, same as with every other night he'd spent in whatever the fuck this place was called. The night cold, but not overly so; he sported a leather jacket, nearly ragged with how much it had been worn, and huddled in it as best as he could.

That bartender had been a right (rhymes with front) for forcing him out on his ass just for not being of-age. And what daft old bastard had put such a law into practice? He'd been drinking with his mates over on Belfast ever since he could scrounge up enough to pay for a round! ]}

Sodding twat.

_{[ When he rounds the corner leading back to the MAC, he stops in his tracks. Maybe his night wasn't going to be such a waste, after all. ]}

Well, well. _{[ He reeks of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and marijuana. ]} What's a sweet little bird like you doing out so late? _{[ He laughs. ]} Didn't your ma' ever teach ya not to go out alone at night?

_{[ He rakes his eyes up and down her. ]}--Specially looking like that. _{[ He whistles. ]} Stone the fucking crows!

[She almost runs into him, being so preoccupied with her thoughts. One of her first reactions had been bars, but the City had to have hundreds, if not thousands of them and if he was underage, he'd be sure to have been kicked out of several by now.

It's no mistake who it is when he speaks, even if it takes all her willpower to not roll her eyes. Being aggressive from the start will get them nowhere.] Okay, one -- [She brings a hand to her hip and shifts her weight onto one leg, trying to look disappointed in him and failing miserably.] -- pretty sure I'm old enough to be your mother and two, I--[Knock, knock, Zee. He can't remember you. Under her breath, she mutters a string of curse words.]

You really don't remember me, huh? [She hadn't been all that famous yet, mostly just her father's assistant. The daughter of the great Zatara -- oh, yeah! That Vaudeville magician that was involved with the All-Star Squadron in World War II? Thought he was dead. And so on and so forth.] Do you at least work with magic yet? I can't remember. [Plus a hundred crazy points, Zee.]

_{[ His mood near-instantly sours. He hasn't been tested, hasn't had the need to put up a front, so he's all emotions, his frown as clear as the tension in his hands and neck. ]}

--What?

_{[ His stance is confrontational, obviously. ]}

You're that crazy broad that was having a go with me over the phone, aren't you? How the bloody hell did you find me?

[She raises her hands in a slightly defensive way, slowly moving to her top hat to pull it off her head and dig it out.]

I'm not crazy. Don't tell me that suddenly showing up in America with no recollection of how you've arrived and a phone with advanced technology doesn't ring a bell an--Aha! [She pulls out her phone, still trying to appear as harmless as possible. Immediately, she begins digging around the network, for conversations they've had in the past. Text and voice options won't do. It has to come to video. She finds one and holds out the phone to him.] You don't have to believe me, but I was worried about you -- well, actually, I just wanted to say happy birthday and maybe buy you a few drinks, but something happened. You're usually my age.

_{[ Aaaand he's watching the video, his face still set in that deep frown. While it's true that he doesn't quite remember how he got here, it wasn't that out of the realm of possibility that the guys in Mucuous Membrane might've pulled a fast one over him. They had been planning to take the act overseas at some point...]}

Bullshit.

_{[ Which summed up his opinion on what she was showing him pretty well enough. ]}

That bastard don't look anything like me -- he's a sodding poof is what he is!

[He could have been so drunk that he passed out and was dumped here, that's true. At least the technology speaks for itself... except living in a universe like theirs, it is not entirely unexpected. She'll have to try harder, won't she?]

Yeah, well, he's a good twenty or so years older, too. [She sighs, brows furrowing as she brings a hand up to her chin. Even if he won't believe that some shenanigans are afoot, there has to be a way to make him less... jackassish.] Listen, I'm not sure what reason you think I'd be out here this late at night looking for you, but I'm telling the truth. I'd never lie to you, John. [She fiddles with her top hat, trying not to look him in the eye and failing miserably. She isn't sure how to approach this. Of all the things she has dealt with over the years, this had not been one of them.]

Edited 2011-05-14 04:39 (UTC)

There you go again, luv -- acting like you know me when I don't know the first bloody thing about you.

_{[ He has an advantage here, he knows. He moves in a bit more, unafraid, his smile practically gleaming danger. There had to be a reason she was here, hounding him like this. That much was true; now the only thing he had to find out was whether or not his being here and her finding him were somehow related. ]}

How'd we first meet, if you're so familiar?

Zatanna Zatara. Thirty-nine on the 20th. I'm a magician and the daughter of Giovanni Zatara.

[And god damn it, this is awkward. She is a nearly middle-aged woman. Having a crush on him as a teen does not immediately equate to still thinking him attractive now (even if his hair was sort of cool). She doesn't move away, but she does put her top hat back on. This also leaves her without something to use as a distraction.]

You were a little older than this. I was... seventeen? We only spoke briefly, mostly about music and magic. We kept running into one another after that.

Again with that magic bit. _{[ He shakes his head, smile turning a bit lecherous. ]} Only shit I've ever heard about that nonsense came from a girl named Mary Jane.

_{[ It's a lie, of course, but no need to let her know that. ]}

--You're really related to Zatara? _{[ If only James Dean had been this cool; he is most definitely up in her personal space now. ]} Or that just more bullshit?

I don't wear the costume just for fun, kiddo. [That probably wouldn't stop him from making that face. Unfortunately.] And it isn't nonsense and I know for a fact that by whatever age you are -- seventeen? eighteen? -- you had already gotten into magic.

[Oh, their mutual friend, Mary Juana. She's a real card!]

I can get my I.D., if it'll help. [Just pay no attention to it, just pay no attention to it. You can totally kick his scrawny ass at this age, anyway, Zee, if it comes to it...] I'll level with you. What would it take for you to believe me?

Dazzle me, luv. Put your mouth -- _{[ That horrible grin again. ]} -- Where your money's at.

[Ugh, that skeevy, skeevy look again. She has no qualms about using her magic for this reason and it's not at all unexpected when she holds out a hand and her choice in words is:] Yawa! [It isn't strong like it would have been were it anyone else she'd ever used it on, wrapping him in a strange, warm light and shoving him from where he was to about four, five feet away from where he had been standing.]

_{[ And John goes flying back, propelled by some kind of force he can neither understand or even begin to contemplate. When he lands -- flat on his ass, since she took him by surprise -- its with a bewildered, frightened look on his face. ]}

What the bloody hell?!

[Stupid. She should have known it wouldn't just knock him a little.]

Shit. [And there's worry in her eyes as she contemplates how to play this out.] Your magic tolerance is... probably zip right about now. I'm sorry, I didn't -- [She takes a few steps forward trying to not appear threatening (which is a bit difficult, when you've just slammed a guy to the ground) and crouches, offering him a hand.] Are you okay?

_{[ He backs away from her instinctively, knowing something is gravely amiss. That wasn't magic, that had been -- he didn't even know what! Magic didn't fling blokes around like they were rag dolls. ]}

Don't touch me! _{[ He tries to keep the fear out of his voice. ]} Who the fuck are you?! You're no friend of mine if that's what you bloody well get off on!

[She remains in the same place until he speaks, then she backs off. Retracting her hand to her knee, she stands upright. He needed space.] I -- I didn't mean to. Shit, nothing is going right today.

You don't have a natural tolerance to magic yet. You should have only moved a little. Listen, I'm sorry about this. All of it, I mean. I shouldn't have come after you, but I was worried that you had gotten depressed and were going to go pass out in an alleyway and wake up mugged. [She stumbles backward, creating more of a distance between them.]

Th' hell would I be depressed about? _{[ He's slow in getting back to his feet, moving like an animal wary of something unknown and potentially dangerous before him. ]}

Edited 2011-05-14 19:51 (UTC)

I can't very well say. Though at a certain point, getting older stops being fun, you know? It's just another lonely year that's come and gone. [She's still, uncertain of her next move. Zatanna always thought she was good with impromptu plans, but this just made it clear that she was out of practice.]

Sounds like a load of crock to me, luv. I don't outright plan on living my life day-to-day like some sodding worker ant.

_{[ When there's enough distance between the two of them, he gives her another once over. She wasn't being outwardly violent -- just dense. And she was obviously hiding something. He keeps tense, but relaxes down from wanting to bolt at the first second. ]}

--No matter what you might want to "show" me.

Never said you did. [She tries not to seem uncomfortable, but with the way her shoulders are tensed and slightly raised and the way she keeps avoiding eye contact, she's doing a shitty job of it.]

There's nothing I can show you that you haven't seen before. [She responds a little too quickly, almost snapping. Like she's been wanting to say it for ages. Lunatic or telling the truth, neither reflects too well on her.]

Why do I get the feelin' there's something here you aren't telling me about?

You'd have to believe me for anything else I'd have to say to be worthwhile. And I know that look you've been giving me. You don't. [She shrugs halfheartedly. It's more of a slight jerk of her right shoulder than anything.]

Listen, s'not every day some bird from out of town knows me name. _{[ He gives her another quick once over, just a bare flick of the eyes before showing that charming, patented Constantine grin. ]} Specially one that has legs like you do.

_{[ He starts fishing in his jacket for a cigarette. ]}

Colour me curious, luv.

5/12; Bar called The Littlest Irishman.

5/10; a street near the MAC, so early in the morning it's still night.

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