Rorschach's Journal. February 3.
Theory stands. No instances of this happening, but the circumstances don't fit…not this morning.
Long week until the present meeting. Hooded Justice sits behind me. Breathes loudly. Coughs. Detecting possible repertory sickness. Institutions such as these are breeding grounds for illness. Filthy hands touch everything, even the ceilings. Janitors can't clean every inch of the floor. Only can trap the dirt in the wax, more filth growing on top of it.
Suppose there's a metaphor in that rant. Can't be sure. Will return to my story when patrol is done.
Rorschach's Journal, February 4
Will be hard to keep gong. Yesterday was tiring. Still feeling repercussions from last nights patrol, thug took a shot on my head. Can hardly keep my eyes open. Work sitting on table has amateur mistakes. Should rest… cannot. Must stay awake…. must stay alive.
Rorschach's Journal, February 14
Valentine's day. Received a cookie from citizen. Was bland.
One of the worst "holidays." Supposed to signify love, companionship… doesn't exist. Only the illusion of companionship.
Hurm. Lies. Used to increase population. Makes it seem like people choose to love another instead of a government injunction to commit adultery.
Tempted to join the mass of writhing bodies…cannot. Will not. If not for moral obligation to decline, then for the lack of a body to scream against.
Rorschach's Journal February 15
Will be a long day. Hooded Justice has gotten worse. Wish I could help.
Hurm. Fifthteenth. Should be a lucky day. Hope so.
Rorschach's Journal, February 24
Hooded Justice is a good man. Hard to explain, but he's loyal to his friends. Cruel to enemies. Hard to gauge him, though. His mind is hard to follow. Can't predict what he'll do, but I can guess pretty easily what he'll say.
Dollar Bill and Justice confronted by a whore. Talked to her like she didn't choose to sell her soul for the Almighty Dollar.
Can understand Dollar speaking with her. Not Justice…no. Probably being polite.
Think they deserve their faces mashed into the gutters.
Probably shouldn't go on patrol tonight. Mind too unstable. Could lead to self-injury,
Or getting caught.
Could really use the bloodshed. Too much on my mind. Can't concentrate.
Rorschach's Journal, February 25
Need to find new partners to patrol with. Followed Hooded Justice home last night. Came to a realization.
Saw him with a male whore.
Take back every compliment ever said. Nothing but the same scum we should be wiping off the streets.
Seems obnoxious today. Post-sexual rush of faux ecstasy.