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walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg, @ 2009-04-15 19:17:00

Maybe You're a Sinner Into Your Alternate Life [Finished Thread]
Who: Rorschach and Merope Gaunt
What: Epic experiment of epic proportions.
When: After the two wake up in their little cell which is slowly filling with water on Day 4
Where: A sealed cell with no windows, no doors, and water slowly leaking in... like all the other experiments today. :)
Rating: At least PG-13 for now due to the fact that Rorschach is not happy or secure about this whole thing. He's without his mask and he's with a WOMAN to make matters even more uncomfortable.
Status: Finished



To say that Rorschach was a paranoid man would have been a dire understatement. To say it to the sociopath's face would have been to risk life and limb. Since arriving the day before, Rorschach had been very careful about being seen by others, and careful that they did not see where he slept. To be known of was to be targeted, and he wasn't about to take chances. Especially since he did not sleep while wearing his mask. Justice never slept, he had decided long ago, and so neither would he while he wore his true face.

For the second time in two days, he woke up in a place he hadn't fallen asleep. Immediately, he shot up, instantly alert and taking shallow breaths, heart pounding. It was not like Rorschach to panic, but it was never a bad thing to be on-edge. With sharp focus and a calm eye for detail, he glanced around at the room. It was small, and cramped... there was nothing to grab onto or pull on, and no visible way out. He quickly stepped onto his wooden bench and stood on it because he'd noticed, rather quickly, that the floor was damp. He could hear the soft whispers of water somewhere nearby, indicating that there was a leak of some kind in this cell.

There was also a woman with long, dark hair, sleeping on a bench opposite the one Rorschach was now standing on. It was when he noticed her that his chest clenched harshly. He didn't have his face. It didn't matter when he was alone, but with someone else present, it was all the ugly red-haired man could think about for a few moments. The absence of his identity was one of the only things in the world he found frightening.