[ Deals and rules were something that John usually found himself weaseling out of. Usually other people took the fall for him. Sometimes they'd die, or end up with a fate worse than death. Either way John seemed to always get away with his life and their blood on his hands. It was no wonder his soul was damned to Hell. That didn't mean he'd stop trying to get out of his fate.
John had his hands in his pockets as he walked down the streets of Storybrooke. What a bloody stupid name that was. While the scrying map had gone, thanks to a pissy angel, he had his instincts. Something told him to head to Maine. So, off he went on his own to investigate an odd town with an even stupider name. Not that it had been easy, mind you. There had been magical wards all over the place. It took a bit of work to get in, but, well, John always found a way.
He grinned around his cigarette as he found a shop of interest. Antiques was it? In a town by a magical barrier? Oh, that he had to check out. In he went into the shop with that cocky shit eating grin of his. ]
Bum hell egypt!
John had his hands in his pockets as he walked down the streets of Storybrooke. What a bloody stupid name that was. While the scrying map had gone, thanks to a pissy angel, he had his instincts. Something told him to head to Maine. So, off he went on his own to investigate an odd town with an even stupider name. Not that it had been easy, mind you. There had been magical wards all over the place. It took a bit of work to get in, but, well, John always found a way.
He grinned around his cigarette as he found a shop of interest. Antiques was it? In a town by a magical barrier? Oh, that he had to check out. In he went into the shop with that cocky shit eating grin of his. ]