15937/Bite Damage

Bite Damage
Date of Scene:	24 September 2023
Location:	House of Mystery
Synopsis:	This is a scene.
Cast of Characters:	Meggan Puceanu, John Constantine

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Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] you might want to pick up some peroxide and lye before you get home. Had a bit of an infestation problem in the front, and got messy.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to Mrs. Constantine    ] what sort of infestation problem are we talking about?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] one of the habbalah got into it with me. Lost my best pair of jeans. Don't even make them anymore.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to Mrs. Constantine] ... are they alive? Is the mess 'an inordinate amount of blood'?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] came round to call in the debts on you and brought two impudim to make it stick.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] pieces for the impudim and the other turned to goop. Not much of a host. The habbalah I couldn't circle. Bit hard with a pipe in the street.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to Mrs. Constantine] an inordinate amount of GOO, then. Damn things.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] soot, burnt twigs, top layer of my skin. I already got my blood. Dunno about theirs. Laundry to be done and I'm here in my last pair of clean shorts.

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to Mrs. Constantine] Wait. which shorts are those, luv? Picture.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] *The image comes back, a teensy bit blurred by a speck of soot. The blonde woman wears a t-shirt not intended to be off the shoulder, gouged and torn across the right side until the sleeve practically hangs loose. It probably wasn't a crop top either. Burnt embers leave speckled black marks all across the torso and down to the hem torn free. The bandage it might be is missing, as is a good foot of fabric from her side. If she's wearing black yoga shorts, the angle and her naked legs tucked to her side make it hard to see. Crooked bones wrapped in charred flesh form a gory rack on the pavement behind her, a sea of molten liquid still aglow in a reddish shade in common with the tips of her braids: totally on fire.*

John Constantine has posed:
[TXT to Mrs. Constantine] ... on my way. Don't change. <.<

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
[TXT to Mr. Constantine] sorry I couldn't stop the tosser neatly but I got my pound of flesh for you to divine with. And no I'm not changing or else I'm starkers