Rorschach's Journal: oo1

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[ Sooo, you're just chillin' in your hut/room at the inn/cave/lean-to, when all of a sudden somone breaks your door open (and if you don't have a door, you just had one long enough for it to be broken open) and a guy in a trench coat and funky mask comes strolling in. ] Eleven thirty. Good evening, Jaco... bi?

[ He was clearly looking for someone, and you're clearly not it. ] ...Hurm.

((EDIT: I am burnt out. I may tag back sporadically, but I'm mostly calling it a night. Back! Finally! :D;; ))

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[-- WTF MY DOOR.




. . . wait, when did he get a proper door.]