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solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-13 13:52:00

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!shelved, day 23, location: clock tower, merope gaunt, rorschach

Who: Merope & Walter
Where: Clocktower "Home"
When: 10am.
Why: cuteness maybe?

Merope worried, she hadn't seen him in nearly two days or more as he was up and gone within moments of waking up. She had slept for the most part but became apprehensive about the whole ordeal She didn't like Walter not coming back, she didn't like being alone for what felt like forever. Merope felt like his distance meant he could care less about her, he didn't need or want to be around her.

Maybe he thought she was a whore like the rest of them.

The thought made her eyes go watery but she rubbed them out, he didn't need to know about that.

A sigh passed through her lips.

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walters_journal
2009-09-19 10:50 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach was aware, of course, that Merope didn't like it when he was gone. Part of him liked this, liked that someone noticed his presence or absence and actually cared. Then again, his gruff and single-minded nature often prevented him from reacting appropriately to it, and he was absent far more than present. His distance meant nothing except that he needed distance, and when he remembered to consider Merope's feelings, he also tried to remember to not keep so much distance in the future. He certainly didn't consider the girl a "whore." If anyone had suggested as much to either of them, Rorschach probably would have decided that he wanted to add their eyeballs to a vengeance salad.

It was 10:00 in the morning, though the sky betrayed nothing of this fact. Rorschach was tired, and he returned to the clocktower even though the energy and motivation he felt when darkness fell was stronger than his ability to physically continue without rest. "Merope. Have returned from night watch. Are... hungry?"

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heartache
2009-09-20 10:22 am UTC (link)

Recently, she had grabbed something from the thrift store, another dress with a button down front the stopped right above her knees and a pair of well-worn cotton pants. Unlike many people at Vas Captio, Merope's shoes were made for difficult situations because they had been a man's boot she had when she woke-up here. Moving on her make-shift bed, she laid there and waited until she heard steps.

Granted, they always made her nervous.

Always.

However, she recognized the sound of HIS steps and she paused. Pressing her hands against the ground, she rose briefly so she was sitting up but basically on the ground. She shifted some, looking up at him as if she were a slave of some sort and offered him those familiar owl eyes, quite wide but without any fright or surprise. She felt a stirring of happiness with him, it was very difficult to explain the feeling.

His concerns for her health made her expression soften as she got onto her feet. The question would have to be answered, but she had been neglecting that necessity. Since she knew that food had been scarce, she had refused to eat for any portion of the day of when he wasn't around her when she could get away with it. That most certainly meant she hadn't eaten since she'd seen him last, so she crossed her arms.

"..Are you?" She asked in the softest tone possible. She could not make him go without for her sake.

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walters_journal
2009-09-21 03:37 am UTC (link)

Rorschach thought about it, and then nodded slightly. He had been awake and on the prowl without food for over two days, and he was running on a just cause and fumes. Mostly fumes. "Am hungry. Fighting crime in glass cage hard work." And thankless work, since it didn't seem to make a difference whether Rorschach did or not, but he wasn't about to admit that he was starting to suspect that his position as a self-appointed night watchman was futile. He'd never surrender, even in the face of Armageddon. That was just Rorschach.

"Look hungry. Should find some food... know where any is? Perhaps liquor store? Inhabitant... L... dead yet?" Rorschach hoped not, but he certainly wouldn't mourn L's death any more than anyone else's if it was the case. He knew that Merope often comforted him, and so any pain he'd feel on hearing that he was gone would connect directly to Merope's.

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heartache
2009-09-21 05:29 am UTC (link)

Damnit.

He even knew when she looked hungry, how was that possible? It was like he could see through her ways of hiding or speaking. Moving a little more, she shifted so she was coming closer to him and she easily took his hand in hers and squeezed it. The second she did this her stomach had been growling and it was noticeable and embarrassing. A quick hand rubbed her stomach when she let his hand go.

"No, not dead. Just sad..."

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walters_journal
2009-09-21 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach was not bad at reading people, but it didn't take a perceptive person to see that the pale and gaunt Merope was hungry. He heard her stomach growling, raising a ginger eyebrow, but saying nothing. It certainly wasn't disgusting or any reason to be embarrassed, the way Rorschach looked at it. Just another bodily function letting a person know that they should be taking better care of themselves.

"Sad because Laura gone, or maybe Jenny? Probably dead soon. Thinks too much about death."

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	heartache 2009-09-22 03:06 am UTC (link)
	"I think both.... I don't want L to die..." She frowned, sneaking closer to his side until she could wrap her arms around his neck. Granted, she knew his hate for affection and for love but he frequently never shoved her off or anything. "Arre you okay?" Her head tilted, he seemed quite tired. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

walters_journal
2009-11-23 12:00 am UTC (link)

Even though Rorschach was no lover of the affection that Merope lavished on him, he continued to tolerate it with the patience he had demonstrated ever since the day he had had sex with her. This woman was not a whore, and he owed her this much.

"Why don't you want him to die? Perhaps are in love with him?" Rorschach asked. There was no anger or malice in his usual gruff monotone, no jealousy. It was a charged question that was neutrally posed. "Seem to have worried about him ever since you kissed him."

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heartache
2009-11-23 04:06 am UTC (link)

Merope tilted her head to the left slightly, she didn't seem to understand what he meant by her being in love with him. "I don't want anyone to die, we are friends, I think. I love you and only you." Her words were genuine, she released her arms from his neck and put them around his waist and his her face in his chest. "I don't want anyone dead or hurt, especially you." She pulled her head back a moment and tilted her head in his direction so he would not mistake her.

"...Rorschach?" She lifted her delicate hands on top of each cheek affectionately.

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