Rorschach is "Mike Caulfield" (whisper_no) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-24 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | rorschach, superman |
Who: Johnny and Rorschach
What: Rorschach Sighting #1
Where: Rainier Valley
When: Tonight
Warnings: Generic Rorschach Warning
Fifth night out since Mike Caulfield's death, and Rorschach was still adjusting to the cold. New York had never been like this. It was chilly at night, sure, but Seattle was frigid. The snow alone was enough to take his limbs off, though he was making good use of the insulation powers of discarded paper. Still, walking through snow at night was tiring, and it was time for some needed rest.
Rorschach perched atop a closed dumpster, sitting on his heels without letting his bottom touch the cool metal sheet. It was good for his thighs, holding himself like this. Resting both hands on his knees, he looked out over the street the dumpster peered at. He was cloaked primarily by shadow, the deep brim of his fedora masking the bright white of his face. It was the ideal location to take pause and think.
Sunday evening, he had heard word of a thirteen-year-old girl that had gone missing. Didn't come home after a party. Her parents were worried, but all parents were. Rorschach would have dismissed the lead altogether, looking away from the gaggle of teenagers discussing their friend's gossip, but the backpack one of them held was glowing a brilliant gold. It was another sign from God. Rorschach had to find this girl. He'd spent days looking for leads, chasing down scum and ripping through their ranks. Now, he had three names and no girl. Sitting atop his dumpster throne, he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He just had to think.