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May 13, 2009 02:07

Day: 37
Characters: Walter "Rorschach" Kovacs (kovacswalter), Paul Morlock (andgettingworse)
Summary: Therapy for Rorschach - and hell, fucking with friendships is a fun pasttime.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT - around midnight, therapy time.
Status: Ongoing, Closed

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:therapy, † walter "rorschach" kovacs, #place: therapy rooms, † paul morlock

Comments 6

kovacswalter May 13 2009, 01:51:02 UTC

Without his face, Rorschach was less than intimidating. His mask was the real motivator for fear when he prowled the underbelly of New York, and at the moment he was deprived of it and the bulk of his normal clothing...He was still capable of throwing punches and taking blows, of course, but like this he looked very...mundane. When security finally let him go, he tossed a blank stare at them before he turned his attention to Paul. The voice was vaguely familiar, but with the comm system, that didn't give him much to work with...he heard so many different voices over the course of a day that it was hard to keep track.

He curled his lithe arms around his lower torso, dark blue eyes fixating on the other. His head lulled to one side as he stared, chapped lips pursed into a thin line.

"...Rorschach."

andgettingworse May 13 2009, 23:57:28 UTC

Paul's smirk stayed in place, with static kind of unstableness it had, when he nodded a second time, slow as if talking to a retard. He gestured at a bolted-down chair in the middle of the room (the only thing in the room, other than the doctor's desk and the cabinets at the walls), inviting the other to take a seat ( ... )

kovacswalter May 14 2009, 00:56:06 UTC

The small ginger didn't really like being ordered around...but he wasn't stupid. He knew to choose his battles wisely, and getting into a slug fest over sitting down wasn't one of them. So he took a seat on the chair stiffly. Even when seated, he was rigid, every muscle in his body tense as if he were ready to bolt or spring into action. He crossed his arms over his chest, his head lulled to the left.

His dark eyes never strayed from the other...Paul. He committed the name to memory as he watched him...A portion of his left upper cheek twitched slightly as he took in his words. Walter. Walter...He hated it when people used that name to refer to him.

Besides the small facial spasm though, his outward appearance was rather blank. Tense, but calm, really.

"...Therapy," Rorschach stated blandly.

andgettingworse May 14 2009, 19:17:30 UTC

That guy was so tense, Paul was way too tempted to just poke him with a needle (or an icepick or a scalpel) and see if he'd burst or snap. Probably. He wasn't normally interested in the reality of the mental condition of the patients, as long as they provided him with entertainment, but it looked like this particular fucker here was really insane, for once. Almost intrigued, with a dark stare that never blinked, Paul kept his eyes on Rorschach's twisting face ( ... )

kovacswalter May 14 2009, 20:12:03 UTC

Rorschach was silent...dark gaze fixated on Paul's face. His head idly tilted to one side, but beyond that he was still. In fact, he didn't do much of anything besides stare until the other called him 'Walty'. His thin lips pursed into a small line.

"Rorschach." He corrected in a gruff tone before he fell quiet again. He rolled his shoulders stiffly, hands absently curled into fists against his chest...simply waiting.