Text/Video Journal Entry ☢ October 7th, 2012

[aprettybutterfly]

Rorschach's journal, October 7th, 2012. The skyline is different. This city stinks with the same shame and filth of New York. Canada is only a barren wasteland filled with men in furry hats and maple syrup. Have not tried the maple syrup here yet. Not a fan of baseball, but still arrived on a field, like so many others. The people working there were surprised by my face, and they cringed away from me before sending me to the apartments. There was fear in their eyes.

I passed by a club today, where three fat men in business suits talked while a naked woman danced on their table. There are monsters out at night, they said. I said there are monsters out right now. They should know. They told me about them.

They don't know. Not my job to tell them. It's no longer 1985. They've done something to my journal. There are now buttons inside the cover. I don't like it when people touch my things.

[He presses one of the buttons, and he turns it and faces it, his mask shifting, inkblots moving across a white surface. Nothing can be seen of his face behind the fabric.]

Need to go home. This city can rot; it's already on the path to destruction. They should ask for help, but they won't. I won't give it. If they die because of their own disgusting habits? Good riddance.

[ooc: Here is Rorschach's permission's post, a catch-all for both his new Core ability, and also for the fact that he's very offensive. If you'd take the time to fill it out, I'd appreciate it!]

Comments

Re: [video]

[failedparenting]

[And that throws him right the hell off. Who is this guy? A demon? A monster? MAybe another hunter?

Whatever he is, he's sure as hell gunning for a shot to the head, if he's gonna say shit like that. Better test him, just make sure]

Oh yeah? Tell me then, where am I buried?

[video]

[aprettybutterfly]

[Well. He wouldn't know what cemetery he was buried in, right? Seeing as he was already dead.]

Cemetery in Queens. Six people were there. No friends, one enemy. Six soldiers. Folded flag with no one to give it to.

all of my icons are rule 63 at the moment, so sorry

[failedparenting]

[Queens? The hell would he get Queens from? He can count on one hand the times he's had to be in New York. There's no use going, not with the army of hunters camped there.'

]

Yeah, nice try. You wanna tell me who the hell you are?

It's okay! <33

[aprettybutterfly]

[What is going on. What. What is this.]

Rorschach. You're the Comedian. Without the scar and the pin.

[failedparenting]

[His thoughts exactly, man.]

I'm a hunter.

[aprettybutterfly]

You know how to use a rifle.

[failedparenting]

I think that goes without saying.

[Yeah, okay, it's time to put an end to this crap. This guy's got some screws loose, obviously. He's not got much to worry about.]

Buddy, I think you need to get some professional help.

[aprettybutterfly]

Tried that in prison. Fat doctor asked about my childhood. He didn't like what he heard. [This is weird. So weird. He should do something about this, but he has no idea what.]

Not the Comedian. Will make note of that. Ever in the army? Work for the government? Similarities can't end with a face.

[failedparenting]

[Well that pretty much answered every question he had about this dude.]

Marines, but- face? What the fuck are you talking about?

[Wait, no, he's batshit, it's probably just crazy rambling.]

[aprettybutterfly]

[He's only been in prison ONCE, okay. Once.]

You look like someone I knew. No scar, same face. Same hair. Not enough sadistic smiling.

[failedparenting]

[That awkward moment when you've been to prison more than the crazy guy.

Also, that sure as hell pings his hunter radar.]

Wait. Did he look, exactly like me?

[Because if a shifter's been running around with his face, there will be hell to pay.]

[aprettybutterfly]

[So awkward, but that's okay. He doesn't know, and hopefully won't ever, right? Right?]

Yes. Just with a scar.