Rorschach's journal. April 1st.

[shrt_temper]

[Walter's in his room, staring a bit listlessly out the window. his journal's in his lap, open to the note that Question gave him after he shut the book on him last night.]

Good joke. Hmf. Really laughing now.

[shuts the journal again and tosses it onto his bed, getting up and crossing over to the wardrobe where he keeps his trenchcoat. he

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[shrt_temper]

[as he comes into town, he'll hum to himself as he scans the back alleys]

♪ I feel cold as a razor blade ...
Tight as a tourniquet ...
Dry as a funeral drum ... ♪

[shrt_temper]

[and then there's a muffled high note - not the kind that comes from a first soprano, but a scream. he snaps his head to the side, seeking out the source, and all but launches himself into the alley with a building snarl]

[shrt_temper]

[plows into the mugger at the head of the gang, smashing his head into the wall. he's not singing anymore so much as simply hollering, working himself into a fine fit of rage]

Run to the bedroom - in the SUITCASE ON THE LEFT,
You'll find MY FAVORITE AXE --!

[shrt_temper]

[whirls around to face the three thugs that are left, trapped in the end of the alley]

Don't look so frightened!
This is just a passing phase,
One of my BAD DAYS ...