[yeah fuck that wild wild west noise. constantine's grabbed a cheap hotel room with his ill-gotten poker-hustlin' gains. it's not like he's planning on sleeping, not for a bit anyway. he locks the door and wedges a door under the doorknob, now that he knows how gross his blood makes the spell now.]
[once the perimeter's secured, he grabs the nasty-ass, scummy washbasin and sets it on the floor, then kneels and begins drawing runes around it on the floor in chalk.]
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[once the perimeter's secured, he grabs the nasty-ass, scummy washbasin and sets it on the floor, then kneels and begins drawing runes around it on the floor in chalk.]