[For a man that had been as difficult to extract as John had been (angels and demons were a headache for even seasoned operatives to navigate), you might think he'd show a little more gratitude for it. But John had his ideas of reality punctured enough times, and as much as he may be failing to pick up the mechanics of this one, it's caused no shift in his attitude.]
Screw you.
[Is his response to being instructed to jump, only delayed by a moment for him to step forward, take a peek over the edge. This may not be real, the jump might be completely possible, but that still doesn't mean he's going to do it.]
reality
[He's ignored all offers of crutches to get him around, using the walls and railings of the ship to lean his weight as he drags weak, difficult limbs into moving. He prefers it, somehow feeling like he's getting a better sense of the ship, this place by having his hands on it constantly, reality in its solidity under him. Though that was as easy to trick as anything, wasn't it?
It's a late hour, most of the crew asleep, and he shouldn't be up, stumbling around. If he falls, hurts some weak part of this frail body, how many more hours of rehabilitation would that be? But he's never been one for listening to caution, and he's got a destination.]
Someone told me you're the person to talk to. [He says instead of greeting, when he finds who he's looking for.] About something a little stronger.
[Than protein slop and water. Humans were humans, as far as John's concerned, and where there's humans, there's alcohol.]
JOHN CONSTANTINE | constantine (film)
[For a man that had been as difficult to extract as John had been (angels and demons were a headache for even seasoned operatives to navigate), you might think he'd show a little more gratitude for it. But John had his ideas of reality punctured enough times, and as much as he may be failing to pick up the mechanics of this one, it's caused no shift in his attitude.]
Screw you.
[Is his response to being instructed to jump, only delayed by a moment for him to step forward, take a peek over the edge. This may not be real, the jump might be completely possible, but that still doesn't mean he's going to do it.]
reality
[He's ignored all offers of crutches to get him around, using the walls and railings of the ship to lean his weight as he drags weak, difficult limbs into moving. He prefers it, somehow feeling like he's getting a better sense of the ship, this place by having his hands on it constantly, reality in its solidity under him. Though that was as easy to trick as anything, wasn't it?
It's a late hour, most of the crew asleep, and he shouldn't be up, stumbling around. If he falls, hurts some weak part of this frail body, how many more hours of rehabilitation would that be? But he's never been one for listening to caution, and he's got a destination.]
Someone told me you're the person to talk to. [He says instead of greeting, when he finds who he's looking for.] About something a little stronger.
[Than protein slop and water. Humans were humans, as far as John's concerned, and where there's humans, there's alcohol.]