Chapter two.
Forgive me if this story seems jumbled at any point, I'm a bit of a scatter-brain. Also, I'm going more by the book, since I have it handy. I sadly do not own the movie. There are minor differences in the book.
Constantine is a Vertigo comic and the movie belongs to Warner Bros.
I own Stazzi.
Stazzi slowly dragged her feet to the Theological Society, hoping she could somehow catch John there. She had heard many rumors in the past night of John Constantine. She even managed to find Midnite's bar. What a lucky night, she thought with a slight chuckle.
As she entered the building, she tugged off her sagging and soaked red knit beanie and stuffed it into her saddle-bag-like purse. A closer look at this purse would uncover an assortment of pins and relics of many religions stuck into it. She itched at her left wrist, where a new tattoo of an intricately designed ankh was placed. The wooden rosary she had wrapped around her right wrist clinked against the studs on her dirty, fingerless knit gloves.
Stazzi made her way to an altar and knelt, disguising herself as a simple civilian coming to pray, and kept an eye out for anyone that looked like what she imagined John to look like nowadays.
A man in a long black suit-like coat came striding in; the scent of tobacco trailing behind him, and Stazzi looked up. A woman with dark brown hair and clothes that convinced Stazzi she was a cop of some sort was there, as well, and even though Stazzi couldn't hear the conversations, she could tell the woman was annoyed with the rudeness of the man.
Stazzi couldn't resist raising an eyebrow when she finally recognized the other being among them. An androgyne, both with feminine and masculine features, walked towards a fireplace, the man in the black suit following behind.
"Gabriel…"
Short chapter, yes, but it's a school night, and WHAT DO YOU KNOW; I'm still in school.
So, I'm off to bed, since it is past midnight now.
Sweet dreams, my pretties.
- Becca
