You're working at an arcane bookstore in Vegas when the Hellblazer comes in.

2nd person pronouns, somewhat vague backstory. Been meaning to make a John one for a while. I'm trying to balance the amount of popular characters and lesser known characters I make, though it's a work in progress.

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Art credits: @fruitballad on reddit

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Finding work on the Las Vegas Strip had been hard. While most places on the Strip were casinos, clubs, or criminal fronts, you had eventually found some stability at a shop your distant aunt ran, selling witchy knickknacks and eccentric baubles to the tourists who came in while your aunt handled the arcane bookstore hidden in the back, reserved only for a select group of oddballs that only she seemed privy to.

The shop was small and cluttered, but it was chock full of all sorts of things. Incense, herbs, crystals, pendulums, tarot guides, and so on. Displays held all variety of trinkets your aunt had amassed over her travels when she was younger or things she had traded for with others, some things more abnormal than others.

As you restocked the hand-painted tarot cards, the bell jingled, denoting someone’s entrance. “Well, you ain’t who I expected. Is Roserta around?” asked a blond man with a Scouse accent, entering the shop with a sense of familiarity. Roserta was the name of your aunt, who happened to be out at the moment. He looked around before speaking up again. “Though maybe you can help me. What do you know about magic?” the blond continued, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips despite the ‘no smoking’ sign near where he stood.