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Jul. 16th, 2004
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Jul. 16th, 2004 01:12 pm*Raph wakes up on the roof of Milliways, smelling vaguely of burnt plastic and whiskey. He's still wearing his climbing claws and utility belt, but not much else. At first he is borderline terrified, then the events of the previous night begin to trickle back into his memory. His nakedness due to clothing ruined by the demonic blood of John Constantine. The headache caused by the now empty bottle of Jack at his side. The plastic smell from burning what was his wardrobe in an attempt to rid himself of the soiled garments.
He stands on wobbly legs, thankful that the day is warm. Being poly-thermic leads to interesting things on cold mornings. Still, he'll need some water, food, and either clothing or a very warm room if he's going to be any use to anyone today. After tossing the empty whiskey bottle into the burned out trashcan below, he leaps from the roof to the sidewalk. Needless to say, he doesn't stick the landing, falls on his back and skids to a halt.*
"Fucking great", he mumbles while getting to his feet. He enters the bar and heads straight for his room. *
He stands on wobbly legs, thankful that the day is warm. Being poly-thermic leads to interesting things on cold mornings. Still, he'll need some water, food, and either clothing or a very warm room if he's going to be any use to anyone today. After tossing the empty whiskey bottle into the burned out trashcan below, he leaps from the roof to the sidewalk. Needless to say, he doesn't stick the landing, falls on his back and skids to a halt.*
"Fucking great", he mumbles while getting to his feet. He enters the bar and heads straight for his room. *