Comments | missjuspeczyk: 07.30.1966: patrol {rorschach}

missjuspeczyk

07.30.1966: patrol {rorschach}

Apr 27, 2009 23:14

On Monday, Jon informed me he would be unable to join me for patrols this weekend, due to circumstances he was unable to divulge at the present time. Whatever that meant. These things happen, I guess. I'd nodded as he spoke, insisting that I was a big girl, that I could do it on my own. And now, a mere 120 hours later, here I am, mouth firmly ( Read more... )

summer, 1966, rorschach, patrol

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vialextalionis April 28 2009, 17:33:04 UTC

"Quiet," I hiss at her, trying to keep my frustration to a minimum and pressing my hand against her mouth with a little more force. Idiot girl. There is a way to go about these things. You have to wait for the right time before you start. And I was waiting, before this brat walked in. Did I miss my chance to jump while I was dragging her back? Did she startle them?

I don't understand why they insist we include her.

Slowly let her go, pressing a finger to her lips to imply that yes, silence was still mandatory, and no, did not intend to answer any of her childish questions. I look around the side of the dumpster.

The exchange is still happening. Nothing appears to have changed; same number of men loading and unloading. They didn't notice, but what's to say they don't have some henchmen watching out? Yellow is such an obvious colour.

missjuspeczyk April 29 2009, 02:14:13 UTC

I'm silent, still, on edge more than I've ever been in my life. I watch him watch the dealers, biting my lip anxiously, still a little weary of this recent turn of events. From Rorschach's reaction, I doubt he'll much want my help. But I'm here, and I'm not completely useless...

I peer around the dumpster too, the men clear in my sights. They seems rather preoccupied by themselves, and slightly oblivious to anything else. They're being so brazen. This alley isn't even that dark or isolated. In fact, it's a downright lousy spot to stage a dope deal. I wrinkle my nose, my suspicions growing.

I'm tempted to speak up, but hesitate. When Rorschach tells you to be quiet, you do. If there are more henchmen around, I don't want them getting me as easily as Rorschach did. I clench my fists, and ease backwards towards the brick that should be behind me...

vialextalionis May 18 2009, 03:22:27 UTC

I ignore her while she hovers back and forth, certain that, while young and incompetent, she is not a total idiot and will at least listen to my instructions. Feel ridiculous, waiting like this - something is obviously wrong. Becoming more and more apparent. Rather large shipment - have seen no major villains, and the area is open. Seems... wrong. Somehow.

There is something muffled behind me, and I am about to turn and slap the idiot girl when a flailing stiletto heel nearly catches me in the face. I slide backwards and spin fully, to face the goon who now has his arms around Silk Spectre's waist, his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams.

An attack on one of us is an attack on all. And she's just a child. I bare my teeth - a gut reaction - and dive for his legs, ready to break his knees.

missjuspeczyk May 18 2009, 08:44:09 UTC

I am not sure if I could rightly describe this turn of events if asked to testify to it later. What I can state with certainty is that I am entirely enraged about being snatched from behind for the second time this evening. And I certainly don't appreciate having to be "rescued" by Rorschach ( ... )

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