Past Constantine –who clearly wants to believe he's a rough and seasoned hardass with knowledge of the dark side of things, so he's seen demons and terror and you don't know what all, he hasn't known true darkness and wars that immortals would flee over or anything that this caused when it was all holed up in your head– through the twisting, turning halls, up and out as fast as he could.
It wasn't so much juvenile as it was a courtesy. His head was pounding, and the whole place had gone dark, he had seen it, so what was to stop him killing everyone now that the precious security seemed to have slipped, controlling the population and taking over, doing something to ease the ache and the noise so he could breathe again--
And then he reached the surface, and realised...
...it was nighttime. It hadn't been when the Doctor had come down and now it was. He looked to the sky, smiling slowly as a deep, mad laugh rumbled in his throat. "Oh, very funny." He shook a finger at the sky. "You've got me on that one."
He handed the image over. See this? It's jumped. You know what that means.
((details also mod-approved. also, forgive the billion edits >.<))
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Date: 2008-12-05 10:42 pm (UTC)It wasn't so much juvenile as it was a courtesy. His head was pounding, and the whole place had gone dark, he had seen it, so what was to stop him killing everyone now that the precious security seemed to have slipped, controlling the population and taking over, doing something to ease the ache and the noise so he could breathe again--
And then he reached the surface, and realised...
...it was nighttime. It hadn't been when the Doctor had come down and now it was. He looked to the sky, smiling slowly as a deep, mad laugh rumbled in his throat. "Oh, very funny." He shook a finger at the sky. "You've got me on that one."
He handed the image over. See this? It's jumped. You know what that means.
((details also mod-approved. also, forgive the billion edits >.<))