The voice inside your head

[fridgevigilante]

WHO: coldbeansnsugar, sable_cloak, [open]
WHERE: Somewhere on the streets of the city
WHEN: September 26th, late evening//night
WARNINGS: Rorschach of all people spamming his goddamn thoughts right into other people's heads? ...guess that does require a warning... Also: Rambling, wordiness, one silly theory and... eh... Bad punctuation? ...and my brain just jumped down the

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[sable_cloak]

Lamont, in dress, looked no different than any other businessman in New York, save for something about him that always seemed Old World. He had the stature of someone of class who better belonged in the 1930s than the 21st century, though is dark suit displayed the sharp lines of the modern world.

At the moment that Rorschach walked by, projecting his thoughts in what the telepathically endowed Shadow felt constituted a shout, he turned his head with everyone else around him and tried to locate the source. He handed the vendor some cash for the newspaper in his hand and casually started a stroll in the direction that he thought the thoughts had gone. If he could catch up, he might be able to determine if this was an intended assault on citizen psyche, or unintentional. Either way, he wanted to know who the unknown individual was that displayed such a use of thought projection.

[fridgevigilante]

While Rorschach had no idea about pretty much everyone around him getting a decent share of his wandering mind, he usually noticed fairly quickly once he was being followed. But the street was still busy and lots of people kept walking in pretty much every direction.

Once more, he snorted to himself /Still can't trust instincts. Doesn't work. Credulous individuals everywhere, suspecting nothing, yet posing hindrance. Hell could arise every moment and they would know not better than to grovel in submission, blindly accepting their fate. Typical./

He stopped, if only for a moment or two, before heading down into a nearby alley. If he indeed was being followed, and it wasn't just the overall crowdiness of the city that perked his suspicion, he would find out that way.

[sable_cloak]

The thoughts he was receiving pointed to a paranoid mindset, and even for a former spy such as The Shadow, that meant following such an individual would make for a much harder task.

When Rorschach stopped and then turned down an alley, it put The Shadow into a bottleneck of sorts. To follow would give away his position, to find a way around might mean to lose the man. It was time to play his hand as a less-than-adept man trying to follow Rorschach. He walked by the end of the alley, then stopped, backtracking as if something had caught his attention. Turning down the alley, he continued his casual stroll, throwing an occasional glance over his shoulder as if he feared something to jump out from behind him at any time.

[fridgevigilante]

Dark alleys were what Rorschach could work best with. They were dark and provided additional shadows even within the darkness itself, making it easier for him to hide himself and remain unseen. And indeed he would wait where he wouldn't be seen, but could keep an eye on the alley itself. From above. A party rusty fire escape being just the right place for the man to stay.

The man stepping into the alley, though, was mostly inconspicuous, aside from the obvious fact that he, indeed, walked right into the alley. And by doing so straight into Rorschach's circle of suspicion.

/Hiding something./ was the one conclusion Rorschach quickly latched into half a moment before he dropped down onto the ground once more, blocking the stranger's way out and pointing his grappling gun straight at him, growling §Who are you?"