I guess. Just memories associated with Constantine. I'm tired, my story-writing capacity is pretty low, if you'd like to discuss this further bring it to the PMs.
Edit: I'm dumb I see what you are asking. I edited it to make a bit more sense. What's happening is he's introducing himself to Constantine seeing as they presumably haven't seen each other in a while.
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His last name. It's French. (pronounced mar-KEE)
Also where's fallenwriter been, they haven't posted in anything in weeks
PM him.
Alright.
When something did happen, it certainly wasn't what Joseph was expecting. His phone buzzed again, this time with an unfamiliar tone. He read the text, and then the caller ID. Jesus Christ not you again... Just thinking about this kid brought all sorts of pain back to him. But by the sounds of it, Joseph was needed urgently, so he stood up and felt about his body.
Still a little bit screwed up, but manageable.
Joseph looked through his drawers until finding a stack of note paper, on which he wrote the message, "I lied. Construction site, Berth avenue. And somebody better bring my suitcase, there's important stuff in there," before taping the page to his door. He then set off, hopping onto his bicycle and heading towards the construction site.
Upon his arrival, Joseph saw the boy, evoking several rather painful memories. A broken clavicle, perforated lungs, ruptured spleen, and 13 bullets in places they just really shouldn't have been in. But that was the past, and Joseph looked up at the boy with a look of both contempt and admiration.
"Hello Ce, you called me? I'm Mr. Marquis. What can I help you with?" He said, pulling on the collar of his jacket.
Still a little bit screwed up, but manageable.
Joseph looked through his drawers until finding a stack of note paper, on which he wrote the message, "I lied. Construction site, Berth avenue. And somebody better bring my suitcase, there's important stuff in there," before taping the page to his door. He then set off, hopping onto his bicycle and heading towards the construction site.
Upon his arrival, Joseph saw the boy, evoking several rather painful memories. A broken clavicle, perforated lungs, ruptured spleen, and 13 bullets in places they just really shouldn't have been in. But that was the past, and Joseph looked up at the boy with a look of both contempt and admiration.
"Hello Ce, you called me? I'm Mr. Marquis. What can I help you with?" He said, pulling on the collar of his jacket.
Why not? Complicated backstory powers go!
I feel the same. Btw I won't be able to post for a week starting tomorrow afternoon, going on a trip.
Starting tomorrow afternoon I won't be posting for a week. Lemons, if you would be so kind...
Thought that everyone should know that I won't be posting for a week. I'll probably leave Sylvia in control of either Lemons, Brasslazer, or someone else that's willing.
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