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Tweak says, "To my Starlight, with love"

walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-04 02:35:00

Current music:	Scars on Broadway- "3005"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 09, gregory house, rorschach

Yeah, I'll Be There, Shooting Up Your World
Who: Greg House and Rorschach
What: Two antisocial sociopathic-type grumpy angry men meet and JUDGE each other.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Near the clock tower
Rating: TBA.
Status: Active

Rorschach sighed heavily, his hat and neatly folded coat in the grass beside him and his mask sitting in his lap to dry, as he stole a rare moment of rest in the shade of the clock tower. It had been a difficult morning, and he had gotten a few hours of sleep in after taking Merope to see the doctor called Lexie. Now, she was resting, as she was doubtless supposed to after what she'd been through, and he'd decided to, as well. Physical exertion took its toll even on the most hardened and stoic masked heroes.

Rorschach's mask, or "true face," was the only part of him that he washed regularly. He had perspired a great deal in the spiking temperature, and he didn't want sweat to stain the shifting fabric. It would utterly ruin it to allow something like that. Without his mask, Rorschach was scarcely recognizable. He was in his mid-thirties, had high cheekbones, close-cropped red hair and sharp stubble, and shrewd blue eyes. He was fascinatingly ugly, with a blank expression that was more mask-like than his signature accessory. It was a face that had only been seen by one person in this place, so far.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-06 04:53 pm UTC (link)

For a man who had spent years convincing Cuddy he deserved the parking space closest to Princeton so he didn't have to walk as far, House certainly was doing his fair share of walking lately. But he needed to figure out what this place was and, more importantly where he was. He wasn't heading far out of town on each of his jaunts, just enough to do some exploring.

Leaving GLaDOS (mind still reeling over that case), House headed back into town, knowing he'd need to find some place to bed for the night. According to the journals, people were supposed to be 'buddying' up -- forget that. House was a solitary creature and he always would be. So it was going to be, apparently, find a place with people but where he could carve out his own space. Lovely.

He should have kept walking as he approached the Clock Tower, but there was something about the man who sat there that drew House's attention. He wasn't staring persay -- but he wasn't bothering to look away either. House wasn't sure why the man drew his attention, only that it had.

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walters_journal
2009-06-07 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Though his eyes were closed, Rorschach had something of a sixth sense for approaching strangers. Everyone on Earth was a potential enemy, after all, and the man had probably survived as long as he had by remembering that even friends could turn around and stab you in the back. Mothers couldn't be trusted, after all, so who could be?

He opened his eyes just in time to see an ornery, older man looking at him, without necessarily staring, but... quickly, Rorschach shoved his mask into his back pocket. It wouldn't do to compromise Rorschach's identity at this time. Instead, he would have to be Walter Kovacs for a time, just to deal with this curious passerby. It wasn't like Rorschach had anything to lose, without his face.

"Can perhaps help you?" he asked gruffly. Unlike House, he was staring, and wanted the other man to know it.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-11 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Had House known Rorschach's interiour monologue, he would have agreed with the man. House's mantra had always and would forever be 'everybody lies'. Didn't matter how good the intentions were, in the end, everybody lies.

Wasn't the first time anyone stared at House and he shrugged it off. Whatever. He drew to a stop, lamenting the fact that he didn't have a cane or anything e lse to lean against while Rorscach was sitting. Could have asked him to move to make way for the cripple but House kept his mouth shut. Instead, he was focused on the man's speech.

Can perhaps help you? House lifted an eyebrow, cocking his head in Rorschach's direction. "I. You're missing that all too important pronoun. Can I perhaps help you is what you meant to say -- archaic sentence structure not included."

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walters_journal
2009-06-12 01:02 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach might have agreed with that. Everybody lies. But Rorschach also believed that there was one truth, and that people who lied might not know that truth. It was only lying if they did... and as far as Rorschach was concerned, if one knew the truth, there was no need to lie.

"Don't care," Rorschach said abruptly, standing slowly, his short but nontheless hulking form surprisingly controlled and fluid in its motions. "Did well in grammar school. Is acquired. Minimalist speaking. Wasting words in favor of conforming not habit of mine." he glanced up at House's face, his own more blank and masklike than his mask. "Are prejudiced. Think are more intelligent than others based on superficial things. Elderly often set in ways."

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-14 11:39 am UTC (link)

That was the thing, though. People lied to obscure the truth -- and if people would just tell him the truth, it'd madediagnostics that much easier. It wasn't his fault that each time he tried to diagnose someone the first few chances failed. If he only knew one piece of information; the one tiny piece they tried to keep hidden, that was all he'd need.

Really. Wasn't that hard.

"Elderly?" House fixated on the one word in the diatribe and just stared at Rorschach. "He of the waxy face and too much botox," House replied curtly. "It's not age it's what most would call 'distinguished'." Never mind the fact that he was, in essence, a crotchety old man. "Said nothing about prejudices, though I think the grammar police might be after you shortly for your own against the personal pronouns. They're setting up picket lines even as we speak. Shouting something akin to 'Attica'!"

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walters_journal
2009-06-16 09:59 am UTC (link)

Rorschach stared right back, unsure what the man meant by "waxy" and "botox." Though Rorschach's expression was often static and stiff, his face was weathered, sun-damaged, and he had never even heard of people who would get needles put into their face for vanity's sake. If he had, he would have condemned them for being masochists with faulty priorities.

"No such thing as grammar police. Only real police; incompetent. Don't do jobs well enough. Reason masked heroes so important." Rorschach's expression stayed exactly the same throughout the curt little speech, but his brows furrowed in puzzlement when he heard the word "Attica." He canted his head to the side.

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