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Tweak says, "i rule"

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

Current mood:	busy
Current music:	System of a Down- "Soldier's Side"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 04, experiment, location: detention cell, merope gaunt, npc, rorschach

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.

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heartache
2009-04-23 07:41 pm UTC (link)

She was used to muscles stiffening beneath her, it was a sign of unwanted affection and she frowned but didn't want to release him. The sound of the drill caused her to tighten her arms, one of her hands on the back of his head until he pushed her away. Merope set back down slightly disappointed and afraid of the male she'd seen in brief, but said nothing.

Her eyes raised to Roschach as he stepped up the ladder and then moved down and asked her to go first,"I..I..I'll be to slow, I'll go after." Merope knew she was slow as molasses and her body shouldn't be climbing anything in it's delicate position. She shook her head a little and moved to sit back down, her head was tilted down.

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	walters_journal 2009-04-23 08:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Slow is good reason to go first," Rorschach argued, nudging her towards the ladder persistently (but not roughly.) "Will not leave you if unsure how you will get out. Would be stupid. Will climb up behind you in case you fall." He held the ladder steady, staring meaningfully at her even though his expression remained static. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

heartache
2009-04-23 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Merope raised her face to look at him before she darted her eyes away, now that there was light, her eyes could be seen more clearly; one blue, one green eye. She was clearly bred of incest of some sort and it was more obvious why she was so backwards. Merope easily moved forward and her hands clutched the ladder, staring at Rorschach for a moment before she moved beneath him and started climbing.

She had little upper body strength and was struggling to pull herself up, whining whenever she felt a little to much pain in her lower body. "....I don't want to fall on you." Merope didn't seem happy that she might burden someone with her weight as she climbed a little further before stopping all together against the ladder.

"I'm sorry." Merope shook her head at herself,"Give me a minute..."

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walters_journal
2009-04-24 10:11 am UTC (link)

Walter noticed the different colors of Merope's eyes, but did not remark. He was the last to judge people based on oddities in their appearance, and even if he was, the effect was not unpleasant. As a man who had been called "backwards" by his own mother as a child... well. He wasn't going to remark on that, either. For what he liked to call "personal reasons."

Sighing, Rorschach stepped under the ladder, touching his shoulder as if telling Merope to use it as a stepping stone.

"Are fine. Keep going."

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heartache
2009-04-24 11:00 am UTC (link)

How odd that they were able to get along, Merope was one extreme of abuse where she became weak and useless, Rorschach becoming strong and useful. Merope pressed herself against the ladder, convinced they she was making things difficult and worrying about if he would yell at her. Her frame shifted a little when she heard his sigh of frustration or so that's what it sounded to her.

She lowered her eyes and saw him making a motion for her to use his shoulder,"N-No, I'll be okay." Such a lie, Merope. Lifting herself a few more steps up the netted ladder, she paused again when her arms and legs felt tired and forced herself up the rest of the way. Merope forced her arms up and legs over, straightening out her dress.

"Sorry.." She frowned down at him.

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walters_journal
2009-04-24 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Perhaps part of the reason the two of them did get along so well was because of Rorschach's firm hand and Merope's meekness. He liked to control things, and clearly Merope was more comfortable being controlled.

It was a match made in... well... somewhere.

He watched as she scrambled timidly and clumsily out of the dungeon-like room, following with ease. His well-conditioned body didn't even break a sweat at the amount of effort he had to exert. In the sunlight, he glanced at Merope's milky-translucent skin. It looked odd, clashing with his well-muscled and amply freckled complexion.

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heartache
2009-04-24 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Now that she was ridiculously tired from climbing, she set there on the edge and shifted more than normal. When he finally moved up beside her, she shifted a little closer to him. Granted, his slightly short stature and large muscles reminded her of her father kind of, but she didn't care. The man hadn't yelled at her or even snapped at her even, she was so appreciative for that.

Most men found women like her to be frustrating from lack of strength.

While he hadn't broke a sweat, Merope was terribly out of breath and in slight pain from her birth. "....T-Thank you for...everything....I-I won't keep you." She lowered her eyes to his hand and rested it lightly on his own with an affectionate stroke. "...W--What is your name..?"

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walters_journal
2009-04-25 01:19 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach took a moment to stretch; over the last two days, he had been doing less physical activity than he was used to, and this small exertion on his part made him feel like running a mile. Usually he was far more active.

As for Merope's lack of strength... Rorschach expected women to be weak. Victims. The members of society that needed protection and only had power through the seduction of men.

"Am Rorschach," he said briskly. "You?"

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heartache
2009-04-25 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Merope took a deep breath and leaned her arms to help her move her body,"I am Merope...I like your name. Rorschach." Easily, she moved her hands to the side and shifted herself around and winced lightly, looking around.

She raised her eyes to Rorschach and moved so close that her head could rest on his arm,"I'm so tired." She closed her eyes and attempted to use him for warmth of some kind.

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	walters_journal 2009-05-01 05:48 pm UTC (link)
	Rorschach stared, puzzled, as Merope said that she liked his name. They had something in common, it seemed; he liked his name, too. That was why he had chosen it. "Merope. Should sleep if tired," he said briskly, turning to leave. He had to get his mask again before the sun made him disappear and become Walter again. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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