Rorschach's journal. April 1st.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[Walter's in his room, staring a bit listlessly out the window. his journal's in his lap, open to the note that Question gave him after he shut the book on him last night.]

Good joke. Hmf. Really laughing now.

[shuts the journal again and tosses it onto his bed, getting up and crossing over to the wardrobe where he keeps his trenchcoat. he can hear people in the rooms on either side of him talking, the ambient noise of the castle swirling around him. normally, he's good at blocking it out, but this is just one of those days where, for some reason, it's getting to him. to cover it up, he starts out just sort of mumbling to himself, but ... the day being what it is, that doesn't last long. ]

Day after day, love turns grey ... like the skin of a dying man. [he shrugs on his coat and reaches for his mask]

♪ Night after night,
We pretend it's alright ... [tugs it onto his head, and tucks his scarf into his coat]
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun ... ♪

♪ And I - [tugs on a glove]
♪ Can feel - [and the other]
♪ One of my turns, coming on ... [heads out of his room, and downstairs, bound for town]

((OOC: Continued in the comments ... didn't think you'd ever see this one carry a tune, did you?))

Comments

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Singing was involuntary. ... Justice wasn't.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

Justice?! [cracks up] JUSTICE?! That wasn't justice! That was a blood bath!

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[he hardly finds that funny]

Have no tolerance for the evil that spreads like a cancer through this place. Needs to be cut out. Excised. ... Permanently removed.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

[shakes a finger at him] That's not justice. That's..... vigilantism.... Justice is taking them to the "proper authorities." The Bat Man you are not.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Severe lack of "proper" authorities. Even if there is a police system here ... cops are corruptible. Laws have loopholes.

Vigilantes are the best source of true justice this place has.

[and would people please shut up about the goddamn Batman, he doesn't care] Have heard about Batman. Not impressed, or interested in being him.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

See? I like the way you think. What's the point of authority if it... doesn't work?! That's why I just don't bother.
[shrugs]

Batman is a, uh, pansy-ass wannabe hero. He couldn't even kill me when he had the chance!!

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, contemplating]

You wanted to die.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

He threw me... off... a building. And he couldn't just let me fall. He had to use his little... wire thing... to catch me and drag me back up.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Could try that again if you'd like.

[and there's SUCH a dark amusement in his voice]

Wouldn't catch you.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow and looks him over] It's not the same if it's planned That's the point of anarchy.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Not interested in anarchy. Only justice. ... hm. Might want to have ears looked at. Clinic on first floor of castle.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

[laughs] You might be interested in justice. I, uh, prefer anarchy [grins] it's more... fun.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[definitely one to keep an eye on, then]

Hm. Things might actually get interesting around here.

[amanofmyword.livejournal.com]

I'm counting on it! [and off he goes, on his merry way to annoy someone else... kicking a thug as he passes]