Rorschach (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _rorschach) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-07-26 02:02:00 |
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When: Tonight.
Where: New York.
What: Patrolling the streets. Probably stopping some crime. Potentially with a partner, if somebody shows up.
Warnings: I want to say none, but…it’s Rorschach. He’s probably going to break some people. So definitely violence and possibly gore.
Rorschach had spent most of the day on the internet, researching the history of this place. He needed to know the kind of playing field he’d landed in. He’d greeted a few people while doing so, but had then decided to commit himself fully to the research and ignored any new responses. After a few hours, he’d learned most of the big things. Cold War, drastically different outcome to Vietnam, and the Nixon bullshit he’d already discovered…
Then the time came, and he shut down his computer and slipped on his mask and hat. He was a fairly wealthy guy here, which surprised and disturbed him a little. What use did he have for all that money? His life was crimefighting. He supposed he could develop gadgets, as Dreiberg had, but that just wasn’t really his style. He was much more of a street level, “talk or I’ll break your fingers” guy.
Of course, there were no open cases tonight. Tonight was just a typical patrol of the streets. He hoped he’d find something, truthfully. He had way too much on his mind, things that his simplistic worldview was having a hard time dealing with, and he just wanted to take his mind off of it and focus on work. Work, in this case, being a stroll through the shadowy areas of the city, his fedora pulled low and his head down, to keep people from seeing the shifting inkblots of his mask. Other than that, he looked fairly normal. A faded tan trench coat buttoned up, gloved hands stuffed in his pockets, brown work pants, and tough work boots gave off a distinctly noir vibe. If Rorschach realized this, he didn't seem to care.
It was a measure of how out of it Rorschach was that if someone were to run into him, he probably wouldn’t brush them off. At least not until he heard screaming or saw a crime that needed to be dealt with.