Rorschach is "Mike Caulfield" (whisper_no) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-02 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | blossom, eric draven, rorschach |
Who: Jack/Corbinian, Poppy/Pepper, and Rorschach
What: Final Rory Sighting AKA bringing Rory home
Where: Rainier Valley
When: Late Thursday night (12/2)
Warnings: Swearing is likely.
It was a night like any other. After taking down the drug deal earlier in the week, Rorschach busied himself with day-to-day crimes. He ensured that he kept busy, though the bite of Seattle's bitter winter was beginning to make itself known. He woke up with stiff fingers, and his muscles were always cold. His left shoulder was aching, and had been for days - a possible strain thanks to improper warm-up. Because how in the hell could you warm up under such conditions?
The punch sent a crackle through the still night air, shockwaves running up his arm. Watching the other man go down, falling to the snow-covered ground in surprise, Rorschach gave a low grunt. That was easy. Disturbingly easy. Stooping beside the fallen crook, he fetched a purse from the snow, turning to watch the recently mugged woman run away. Staring at her back, he held the purse out uselessly. "Purse," he grunted into the darkness, watching her continue to run. With a sigh, he dropped the purse to the ground. No use chasing her down if she didn't want it.
He shot his grappling gun for the fifth story fire escape above him, pulling himself up with footsteps pounding up the side of the building. As he reached the roof, he placed the grappling gun back at his side, rubbing his hands together briskly to force some life back into them. The night was too young for him to freeze up now.