Into The Wild (Rorschach; dated to Saturday XXth of Jan)

[vvdanicavv]

Frustration wasn't new to Danica, especially not on the island. But since New Year's Eve and Delirium's little stunt on the stairs, she had been feeling particularly murderous. Her resolution - to let noone stand in her fucking way from now on - had come true a tad too literally. Not that she was complaining. A rainbow whore in pain was always a delicious sight to behold; she was just annoyed that she never got to do the shoving herself. So near, yet so far.

Which meant that her itch was most definitely not scratched. That might go some way to explaining why she was out in the woods, gun in hand, stomping through the undergrowth despite her heels. She could walk through anything as long as she had Manolo Blahnik by her proverbial side. A bear, a dinosaur, dog, cat, fucking bunny rabbit, it didn't matter. She'd shoot the first thing moving that caught her eye and pissed her off because she was in that kind of fucking mood. It didn't take much to get on the wrong side of Danica Talos and once you were there, it was nigh impossible to escape.

Comments

[inktest.livejournal.com]

Now that his face was back, Rorschach became alive at night. He went into the woods climbed the trees so that he could jump down and hunt small game. He'd proven successful with his home-made weapons and hauled back his prizes to his hut.

Tonight, he had three dinosaur claws - the claws he removed the night his gun was stolen- held tightly between the knuckles on his right hand. They shined, like the brass knuckles the thugs wore when he took them down in New York.

He prowled in the darkness, finding refuge in the shadows of the trees. Then he heard the commotion, echoing in the woods near him. His ears, like a cat, focused in on the sound and he turned around, sprinting towards the noise.

He saw her in the slight moonlight, a dark-haired woman with a gun.

He leaned against a tree and was silent, more silent than he ever had been, and watched.