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[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[slowly, meticulously breaking a man's arm]

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[subzerobadass.livejournal.com]

[Victor glances at Rorschach over his shoulder before continuing to hunch over the bar, a shot of whiskey in hand.]

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[the man whimpers, begging him not to do it, not to hurt -- "Aaargh!" A jerk and an audible crack! The arm bends at an extreme angle and the man screams, squirming futilely while Rorschach keeps him pinned against the bar, his free hand squeezing the back of the man's neck. Growls in his ear, the black ink of his mask swirling rapidly]

Lie to me again and I'll remove it.

[subzerobadass.livejournal.com]

[He winces when he hears the sickening snap behind him. Downing the remainder of his drink he spins around in the bar chair and grits his teeth] Good god, man. Leave him alone.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[Rorschach straightens slowly, his grip on the thug's arm loosening minimally] Stay out of this.

Unless you wanna be next.

[subzerobadass.livejournal.com]

It's a crime to defend someone now, is it? [His hand tightens around the shot glass in nervous instinct.]

[submariner]

Sir? [approaching swiftly from where he'd just entered the bar, with intent to interrupt all that arm breaking currently going on D:]

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[Rorschach, with his knee pressing into the small of the man's back as he writhes on the floor, trying to squirm free, glances briefly over his shoulder, the swirling inkblots of his mask contorting lazily] I'm no sir. [dismissively turns back to his interrogation]

[submariner]

Until I know your name, I do not know what else to call you. [Data reaches for Rorschach's shoulder, even while talking, and proceeds to attempt to make use of his super duper android strength and pick the tiny, short masked man up off of his interrogation target. With one hand.] I must ask that you cease harming this man.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

Hey! What the hell do you think --! [Uncool! The man he'd been assaulting just turns to gawk at the scene, fishmouthing before muttering a hurried, "Thank God! Thank you!" and scuttling towards the door, back onto the street. Rorschach writhes in Data's grip, furious beyond reason, growling at him] Let GO of me!

[it sucks to be a superhero without any superpowers D:]

[shortpantsrobin.livejournal.com]

*steps over, pulls them apart.* Enough of that.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

No! [Rorschach doesn't make it easy. Frustrated, pissed off and dangerous, he lashes out as they're pried apart, grabbing an abandoned bottle of beer and aiming it at Dick's head.]

[The guy he'd been questioning, a business type with more money than sense, took the opportunity to slink away, sliding out of the bar altogether. With a frustrated growl, Rorschach moves to go after him]

[shortpantsrobin.livejournal.com]

*Dick ducks under the bottle and steps in front of him* There are better ways to get answers, if that's what your after. If this is simple bullying, then it's simply not okay.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[growls, stepping closer so that they're only inches apart] Should kill you for getting in my way.

Move.

[subzerobadass.livejournal.com]

[Victor glances at Rorschach over his shoulder before continuing to hunch over the bar, a shot of whiskey in hand.]

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[the man whimpers, begging him not to do it, not to hurt -- "Aaargh!" A jerk and an audible crack! The arm bends at an extreme angle and the man screams, squirming futilely while Rorschach keeps him pinned against the bar, his free hand squeezing the back of the man's neck. Growls in his ear, the black ink of his mask swirling rapidly]

Lie to me again and I'll remove it.

[subzerobadass.livejournal.com]

[He winces when he hears the sickening snap behind him. Downing the remainder of his drink he spins around in the bar chair and grits his teeth] Good god, man. Leave him alone.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[Rorschach straightens slowly, his grip on the thug's arm loosening minimally] Stay out of this.

Unless you wanna be next.

[submariner]

Sir? [approaching swiftly from where he'd just entered the bar, with intent to interrupt all that arm breaking currently going on D:]

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[Rorschach, with his knee pressing into the small of the man's back as he writhes on the floor, trying to squirm free, glances briefly over his shoulder, the swirling inkblots of his mask contorting lazily] I'm no sir. [dismissively turns back to his interrogation]

[submariner]

Until I know your name, I do not know what else to call you. [Data reaches for Rorschach's shoulder, even while talking, and proceeds to attempt to make use of his super duper android strength and pick the tiny, short masked man up off of his interrogation target. With one hand.] I must ask that you cease harming this man.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

Hey! What the hell do you think --! [Uncool! The man he'd been assaulting just turns to gawk at the scene, fishmouthing before muttering a hurried, "Thank God! Thank you!" and scuttling towards the door, back onto the street. Rorschach writhes in Data's grip, furious beyond reason, growling at him] Let GO of me!

[it sucks to be a superhero without any superpowers D:]

[shortpantsrobin.livejournal.com]

*steps over, pulls them apart.* Enough of that.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

No! [Rorschach doesn't make it easy. Frustrated, pissed off and dangerous, he lashes out as they're pried apart, grabbing an abandoned bottle of beer and aiming it at Dick's head.]

[The guy he'd been questioning, a business type with more money than sense, took the opportunity to slink away, sliding out of the bar altogether. With a frustrated growl, Rorschach moves to go after him]

[shortpantsrobin.livejournal.com]

*Dick ducks under the bottle and steps in front of him* There are better ways to get answers, if that's what your after. If this is simple bullying, then it's simply not okay.

[final-entry.livejournal.com]

[growls, stepping closer so that they're only inches apart] Should kill you for getting in my way.

Move.