Aug 03, 2010 00:27
*Rorschach is sitting at a table in a kitchen, writing in his journal. More accurately, he seems top be translating some unintelligible scrawl that's supposed to be English from a tiny, pocket-sized book into a larger, (relatively) neater journal. Due to a rare lapse of hyper-awareness, you may find yourself able to peek over his shoulder, should you be inclined to do so. If it's video, there's a nosy little golem doing the same.*
[Rorschach's Journal. August 2nd, 1985.
Still tolerating the idiot's behavior despite numerous failed attempts at getting my Face back as promised. Must stay civil due to aforementioned debts, but efforts are taking a toll. Considering permanent relocation to new living quarters--]
*And that, good sir or lady, is when he stops writing and notices you, or the golem.*
(ooc: Note: He's going to assume it's still 1985; he's stubborn like that. Also, I again apologize for my fail. |D;)