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Tweak says, "UH SAID THE MAN TO THE LADY."

walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 18:09:00

Current music:	London After Midnight- "The Spider and The Fly"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 10, location: gym, rorschach, sarah jane smith

Come Over Here and Let Me Tell You Something
Who: Rorschach and Sarah Jane Smith
What: Helping!
Where: The remains of the gym
When: Around 5:30 PM
Rating: TBD
Status: Finished

It had been awhile since Rorschach had expended this much effort doing something. His mask in his back pocket to protect it from the blood and sweat, he staggered into the gym with Merope's body in his arms, gasping for breath and looking for a place to set her. A cot looked like a good place... setting her body gently down, he patted her shoulder a couple times before collapsing himself, a dirty, exhausted redhead in a heap on the floor. He lay there, dazed, hoping that someone would see to his partner promptly. He'd done what he could, and her heart seemed to have started again, but he didn't want anything to go wrong. If his partner died, he would blame himself forever.

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walters_journal
2009-06-12 12:52 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach stirred slightly, then jerked in a panicked, erratic way when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. Usually, he kept hands AWAY from his neck... it was counterintuitive, to allow them near his windpipe... but the hand was gentle, clearly checking the place his heart beat below the surface of his freckled skin. Paranoid and sociopathic as Rorschach might have been, even he couldn't mistakenly think that this person wanted to kill him. He looked up at her with his piercing blue eyes. She was a middle-aged woman, and didn't look much like a whore.

"Am fine..." he groaned, after coughing and clearing his throat, which still sounded like he gargled with gravel. "Brought partner. Merope. Had heart attack, and piece of glass through arm. Serious." he slumped forward, almost blacking out again.

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got2haveasmith
2009-06-13 06:56 am UTC (link)

The man jerked, as if woken from a nightmare, and Sarah Jane lifted her hand away slightly. She didn't want to make any sudden movements, in case it would startle him more. He looked exhausted, and, as he spoke, sounded about as bad. "No offence, sir, but you don't look fine at all," she said. Not that any of them looked fine right now, given all that had happened.

When he mentioned his partner's heart attack, Sarah glanced up at the cot, to the woman lying there. She could see the girl's chest rising and falling. That was a good sign. But her attention quickly turned back to the man as he slumped, and she reached out to catch him, to make sure he didn't bang his head on the ground. "Steady on," she said to him. "Come on, stay awake, at least till the doctors can have a look at you."

She glanced back at the girl in the cot - Merope - and then back at the red-headed man. "I'm sure the doctors will be round to her soon. I'm afraid I don't know more than basic first aid myself." She looked over him more carefully. "Did you carry her all the way here?" she asked. Best keep him talking. The last thing anyone wanted was someone to slip into unconsciousness and die. She wished she had some water to offer him - or to take a bit of herself.

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walters_journal
2009-06-13 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach was exhausted, and even though he hated to admit it, he wasn't fine. He had a concussion. It wouldn't have been the first time... once his mother had hit him with a cooking pot and he'd had to go to the hospital, and then away to a different home. It would be foolish to insist further, when it was so abundantly clear that he needed some help, at the very least.

He stiffened as Sarah Jane caught him; it was, perhaps, the first time a woman other than Merope had laid hands on him in as long as he could remember clearly. "Yes. Was light; not trouble," he growled in his low voice, not wanting it to sound like a great achievement when it was truly anything but. "Have carried Merope many times. And do not know your name." he said that last part in a way that was meant to get an answer out of Sarah Jane.

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got2haveasmith
2009-06-14 09:25 am UTC (link)

The man sounded like he'd made himself Merope's protector. Glancing at the girl, Sarah Jane decided that was probably a good thing. She didn't look well, injuries aside. "It's a good thing you were able to make it here," Sarah said. "She's lucky to have a good friend." He reminded Sarah a little bit of Jack, of how he took such care of his team, and of the Doctor, in his concern for the girl.

The abrupt language threw Sarah a little, but she chalked it up to stress and exhaustion on the man's part. "Sarah Jane Smith," she said, smiling at him. "I'm sorry to meet you under such circumstances. And you are?"

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walters_journal
2009-06-16 10:05 am UTC (link)

It truly was an ideal arrangement; just as Merope needed someone to protect her, Rorschach needed someone or something to protect. Their natures were complementary, and brought out the best in each other.

Stress and exhaustion would have been very good excuses for Rorschach's odd speech patterns, but the fact was, he spoke like that all the time, both vocally and in writing. "Have read your name on journals," he said gruffly after Sarah Jane introduced herself. "Am..." he paused, unable to really introduce himself as Rorschach without his "true face."

"Am Walter." Though he hated the name and it made him cringe, it was worth it to keep Rorschach safe.

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got2haveasmith
2009-06-16 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Walter. Not a name she'd read or heard mention of yet, although she thought that Insider might have listed a Walter. Perhaps he was relatively new as well? "How are you holding up, Walter?" she asked. "Are you injured at all?" He looked exhausted, but Sarah couldn't see any serious-looking injuries. That meant nothing, of course.

She shifted positions from a crouch to a proper sit, folding her legs indian-style in front of her. The adrenaline was wearing off now, and Sarah Jane could feel just how tired she was. And sore. Nothing serious, she thought, but she'd get one of the doctors to look her over a bit later, just to be sure. It could wait a bit. She glanced down at her hands. She'd managed to get most of the glass splinters out on her walk over. "Pardon me," she said to Walter, bringing one of her hands to her mouth to suck out another bit of glass. She spat it into her other hand carefully, then tucked it into a bit of cloth that she'd found while walking, so it couldn't embed itself into anything else. "Not the best way to deal with glass, but I doubt anyone's got tweezers."

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walters_journal
2009-06-20 10:58 am UTC (link)

Rorschach was glad that no one had heard of Walter before, because there was nothing about Walter Kovacs' character that he liked. Walter was ugly, weak, and had a history of humanity and moral doubt. Rorschach was a hero. Anyone would rather be known as Rorschach, and simply abandon Walter to distant memory. However, he had an obligation toward protecting Rorschach, which was why he couldn't say he was while wearing Walter's face.

"Am holding up fine. Hit head... maybe concussion. Not as bad as others." he said, starting to stand, but sinking and remaining in a kneeling position. He glanced at Sarah Jane's hands as she started to suck the bits of glass out in a way that looked painful. "Should ask about tweezers. Could cut tongue, gums, throat... not good."

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got2haveasmith
2009-06-20 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Sarah Jane frowned as Walter made as if to stand, then sank back to his knees. "Steady on," she said, reaching out to catch him if he faltered again. "Does your head hurt at all? Any pressure or bad throbbing?" If he'd hit his head, he probably did need to be looked at soon, despite his assurances that he was fine. Head injuries were not something to be ignored. Goodness knows she'd conked her head, or been conked on the head enough times traveling with the Doctor to realize that.

"Don't want to be a bother," Sarah said when Walter mentioned tweezers. "Rather like you, it seems." She offered him a smile. "Let them take care of the others first, right? The ones who can't help themselves at the moment." Independent. That had always been Sarah Jane. She was managing fine on her own for the moment, so why not continue doing so? Even though Walter did have a point - she could end up hurting herself if she wasn't careful. But even a little nick on her tongue or gums would heal fairly quickly. The doctors here had far more important things to deal with than a few slivers of glass.

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walters_journal
2009-07-28 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach glanced up sharply as Sarah Jane reached out toward him. It was very seldom, that he was treated with such concern and care. He wasn't used to it, and it made him uneasy... but not in the worst possible way. He would far rather be with someone who treated him kindly without reason than someone who treated him unkindly without reason. "Is fine. Pain's not bad," he said gruffly, shaking it back and forth once briskly.

"Would not be a bother. Doctors will get to us. We are lucky. Not hurt very badly. Can probably be helped, not like some others."

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got2haveasmith
2009-07-28 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Sarah Jane nodded at his insistence that he wasn't in a lot of pain. She didn't want to push Walter, just make sure he really was all right. She could take him at his word for now. If he started showing any signs of getting worse, she'd shout for one of the doctors.

"That's more or less how I feel," she said, agreeing with him that the doctors would get to them eventually. She knew full well she was lucky to only have the bruises and scrapes she did. After she'd helped get that poor girl out from under the wall, she knew exactly how lucky she'd been. She was also lucky in that she had the Doctor and Jack here, and Ianto, although she didn't know him properly yet.

"I'm sure they'll be able to help everyone," she said, frowning slightly. They had to, right? That Insider person said hurting them wasn't the point of the experiments, hadn't he, or she? Killing the lab rats didn't tell you anything. Not that Sarah Jane liked to consider herself a lab rat, but really, that was what they all were, in the eyes of their captors.

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