<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Constantine<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Of all the places to meet a gal like you.” A voice floated out to her, a voice doing its best imitation of an old timey detective. A voice that had a slight British accent. “Of all the theaters in all the world you choose the one with the most potent destiny.”<br/><br/>There was a click and a naked bright red flame came up. It rose in a nimble hand literally conjured between two long pale fingers. A broad-shouldered man came into view, with a five-o clock shadow, a set of white teeth, and a cigarette dangling that was blood red. Blue intense eyes landed on her.<br/><br/>“Why I didn’t know you were wanting to put down roots.” Constantine said his signature trench coat flaring out of him as he moved toward the stage. The cigarette was lit, and every time he exhaled a different creature would form from the red smoke and dance around his head before dissipating. “Especially in such a potent magical place.”<br/><br/>He climbed the steps, the old wood creaking as he joined her. He looked around, taking in her modest renovations so far. A small smile played on his features taking it all in and imagining one of her shows playing out on them. “Not a bad spot.” He finally conceded as he turned to her. He cut quite a figure especially on the stage, for someone who stayed as far removed from such a place he certainly looked at home in a performance setting. His eyes were dancing, that mirth and cockiness that screamed I know something you don’t know. He was known to so many as the silver serpent, for that tongue of his that had been known to turn literal gods and demons over on their heads. A silver chain hung from his breast snaking down to what was no doubt a pocket watch in his suit.