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MOVING
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You’ll be able to play with Rorschach (and several other great muses) over here

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//so.... Â new threads are gonna have to be a thing.
as soon as i rewrite my rules and my verses and my about and all that shit.
//remember that time i forgot i had this blog?
GUESS WHO’S BACK, BITCHES

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Zack Snyder - Watchmen (2009)
*There's a wooden crate in his apartment, roughly the size of a trunk. Someone seems to have put a lock on it, as well as a few heavy-duty ratchet straps. What could be in there that needs to be locked up so tightly?*
He stared at the trunk for a long moment, then slowly moved towards it, removing the ratchet straps carefully. Whatever was in here, it couldn’t possibly be that bad…..
He disappeared into the kitchen and carefully chose the cleanest glass he had, filling it with water and bringing it back to the crate.
“Water,” he announced, and waited for whatever was inside to take it, all the while wondering why the crate had appeared in his living room.
The lid cracked open just wide enough for a long, pale arm to reach out for the glass. It was an obviously human arm, but it was gnarled and nearly skeletal. Certainly not a good sign for the health of the person attached to it.
"Hungry?" It was his only comment on the condition of the arm. Admittedly, he knew what it was like to be starving, and he did have a bit of food...
"Not sure why crate was in apartment... Any thoughts?"
//Time for another game of "I'm at work getting paid to do nothing so imma sit on tumblr and/or watch movies for 8 hours"
*There's a wooden crate in his apartment, roughly the size of a trunk. Someone seems to have put a lock on it, as well as a few heavy-duty ratchet straps. What could be in there that needs to be locked up so tightly?*
He stared at the trunk for a long moment, then slowly moved towards it, removing the ratchet straps carefully. Whatever was in here, it couldn’t possibly be that bad…..
He let out a soft “Hurm” at the gruff thanks, setting the bolt cutters to the side. “Must be thirsty. Living in crate not comfortable, would assume. Have water, if you want some.”
There was a pause.
“Crate is comfortable enough. Water still appreciated.”
What did he want with her?
He disappeared into the kitchen and carefully chose the cleanest glass he had, filling it with water and bringing it back to the crate.
"Water," he announced, and waited for whatever was inside to take it, all the while wondering why the crate had appeared in his living room.

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//The awkward moment when someone reblogs your IN CHARACTER ask on a non-rp blog and now you're having to put out fires....
"Then away we go." Walking down the grey streets of New York, it gave Blair a lot of time to think. Who was he? How did he watch her during the day? But she supposed she wasn't going to get the answer for either of those things. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the apartment. "He lives up a few floors, normally I just go up the fire escape."
"Why not use door? Would make the most sense....." Didn't she know how reckless that was?
I can just imagine him during group therapy sessions...
//Oh god he would be HILARIOUS in group therapy I am so drabbling this at some point
Blair smiled. "Thanks... My friend James, his parents are never at home. He lives in this ritzy apartment in the Upper East Side. He's probably still up, it's only 8:30..." She pondered. "I know the way from here. It's relatively close, if it isn't too much of a hassle for you."
"Is fine." His hands stayed crammed in his pockets, the blots in his mask shifting slowly. "Lead the way."
Did you ever think about what would've happened if Walter was sent to a mental hospital rather than prison?
//OH GOD I NEED IT I WANNA DRABBLE IT UGH

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"Rorschach..." There is no good way to word this without sounding pretentious, Blair thought, trying to figure out how to say this right. "You're still... You're still my hero. I know that sounded really dumb but... I can't really thank you enough for saving me." She wanted to do more, she wanted to hold him and never let go like she did ten years ago, but she thought that wouldn't be appropriate. "Will you walk with me? I-I think I know where I want to go now." James' place, it's her best bet.
He considered for a moment, then nodded. "As long as we're going somewhere safe for you."
*There's a wooden crate in his apartment, roughly the size of a trunk. Someone seems to have put a lock on it, as well as a few heavy-duty ratchet straps. What could be in there that needs to be locked up so tightly?*
He stared at the trunk for a long moment, then slowly moved towards it, removing the ratchet straps carefully. Whatever was in here, it couldn’t possibly be that bad…..
He stared for a long moment, watching the lid bump as whatever was inside hit against it.
“Hurm.” So it was alive, whatever it was. “Will have to get bolt cutters. Perhaps landlady has some.” He shuffled away, returning triumphantly a few minutes later with the object in question.
“Will cut lock. Hold still. Would not want to clip fingers.” With that, he lined up the blades and squeezed them together, watching the lock drop to the ground.
At the clank of the lock falling, she waited for him to put the bolt cutters away. Knowing he had a weapon made her uneasy.
“Thank.”
She mentally cursed herself for leaving her scissors in her cloak pocket. This was a serious disadvantage.
He let out a soft "Hurm" at the gruff thanks, setting the bolt cutters to the side. "Must be thirsty. Living in crate not comfortable, would assume. Have water, if you want some."