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Michael Collins // Rorschach's InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, March 25th, 2010 | |
| 12:12 am | Journal Entry Twenty Nine [Camelot] Everyone who's on my team? That would be: Ainsley Kennedy Laura Meyhew Owen Murphy Colin Ford Krystelle Deroux Kylee Evans Sarah Miller Give me a shout out if you can. I want you guys in training at least every other day if you can swing it, and if not, then you better have a good excuse. I'm not letting anyone get hurt on this operation, so lets make sure you all know what to do if you're in a situation where you might be hurt. [Betty Peabody] I've got the info you need, but I need a day to clear some things up. [Shannon Reeve] Like I couldn't figure out who sent that text? What are you doing texting Miss Peabody dirty texts? [Avery Mason] How are you? I'm sorry, I've been going back between NYC and Camelot like crazy, but I'm trying to cut it down. When's the next doctor's appointment? Hell, think we can both find some time off to laze around in bed and look for the best baby name? I'm already veto-ing any fruit. |
| Friday, March 19th, 2010 | |
| 6:26 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Eight So we have to think up of names for the little inkblot owl. I'm pretty sure I found enough books to help us pick out a name, or something. Nothing that will get the kid picked on. That's a must. And nothing too flashy. Okay, maybe not TOO flashy, but flashy enough. Wait, does she get my last name? Shit. Oh! I also baby proofed the whole apartment. In case we go back there. We should probably talk about that soon. |
| Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010 | |
| 1:04 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Seven Even with everything that's going on, I'm just going to appreciate the simple things in life. Like feeling the baby kick for the first time. My first time, I mean, I think Avery's been putting up with that for awhile. In other news I might be getting a transfer from work which neither me or Rorschach is real happy about. We like NYC. That's home. No matter what they say about home heart all that. |
| Monday, February 8th, 2010 | |
| 8:36 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Six She'll say no. No she won't. She will. Its worth a shot though, right? No. You always say that. I'm right. ...Goddamnit. |
| Thursday, January 21st, 2010 | |
| 9:39 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Five I can't believe today is my birthday. Another year older, but damn, what a year its been. I'd list all those things out, but I'm not that kind of guy. And if you decide that the old jokes need to start, I won't stop Rorschach from flattening you. |
| Friday, January 8th, 2010 | |
| 10:38 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Four I feel cramped in. Like the walls are closing in on me or something. Avery, how's the inkblot owl doing? Are you craving anything crazy? Wait, if you're not, is that good or bad? When's the next doctor visit? Man... I'm gonna go out. Me and Rorschach need to have a little talk. |
| Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 | |
| 10:40 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Three That's it. That's. It. Avery, pack a bag. I am not going to let something happen to both of you. |
| Saturday, December 19th, 2009 | |
| 2:38 pm | Journal Entry Twenty Two Goddamn, but when I get called out to go on a scene with a new partner, I am going to need to be able to look at the scene without those flurries getting into my eyes. Man, I hate snow. Guess its time to bring out the heavier coats and scarfs. Also, I really hate new transfers. Wow, yes, you were a Narc for the past year? You must be really tough, because of the will power to not use any drugs while on the job. What, you used while off the job and that's why you were transferred? I had no idea! Besides, Narcs are definitely a rung down on the police ladder. So screw you, Mr. Tom Petty lookalike, and a big merry Christmas too. |
| Monday, December 7th, 2009 | |
| 8:06 pm | Journal Entry Twenty One I'm going to say this just one time: Any of you doing this dare thing in NYC, be prepared. If the police are called, you're gonna be taken in, and while I can try, there's not much I can do about it, so be prepared to spend the night in a jail cell. Though for anyone needing some help, if you go down to the Village in drag, the police there will let you go without even a fine if you do what we call 'The Torch Singer'. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is. You guys can find out for yourself. Have fun, and don't let me catch any of you. |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 | |
| 10:46 pm | Journal Entry Twenty So, I don't know who else out there knows yet. I'm guessing a few. So here goes nothing. I'M GOING TO BE A DAD! Avery's pregnant! I have no idea what to do! This would be a lot more festive if there was drinking going on with others instead of just by myself! |
| Friday, November 27th, 2009 | |
| 1:03 am | Journal Entry Nineteen So we had a pretty eventful Thanksgiving. If by eventful you go by we're going to have left overs for weeks to come, a quick phone call from the parents wishing me a good holiday and asking if I'll make it over for Christmas, and Avery being sick. Hell, she went to go meet with that woman from the Agency and I haven't really gotten a chance to talk with her. Gonna go fucking nuts if I don't get to know what the problem is sometime soon. |
| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 | |
| 1:08 am | Journal Entry Eighteen I'm so glad that Friday the 13th is over. Not too many crimes happening out there, at least, no more than usual. But damn, does it bring out the real freaks. A pink lucky rabbit's foot for 35 bucks? I had to bring in this one guy who kept moving to a new spot every time we told him to get lost. Must have seen him in five different places around the upper East Side before we brought him in. Course, as luck would have it, the last place he was at, he tried to run and stumbled over a dead body. Fucking Friday the 13th. How was everyone else's day? |
| Friday, November 6th, 2009 | |
| 11:53 pm | Journal Entry Seventeen I'm still working on the backlash from Halloween, but seriously. Thank god that holiday is over. The costumes are not that bad, and really, I know that from a first hand fact. By the way, Avery, found your stocking. But fuck. Two stabbings, three shootings, and at least five calls of stalking. I also brought in two Draculas, three Batmen, two zombies, and a pair of Nite Owl IIs and Rorschachs. That one was very weird. Also of note, brought in three drag queens, a slew of hookers, and a fake blind man who was going around trying to get money with his 'seeing eye ferrets'. So yeah. Really glad about having the next couple of days off, sitting back with a beer and some sugar cubes, and hanging out with the best roommate ever. Also, the best partner ever, in terms of police work, is not the best partner ever. I hate IA with a passion. |
| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 | |
| 10:14 pm | Journal Entry Sixteen Best. Roommate. Ever. |
| Thursday, October 1st, 2009 | |
| 6:52 pm | Journal Entry Fifteen Its weird walking into the kitchen without the sounds of the coffee already percolating and Avery tinkering with whatever new gadget of the week. Hell, even Rorschach is complaining about it. Guess he's finally gotten used to her after all. Anyone willing to keep a detective and the vigilante in his head company for some drinks? Not a big fan of those MTN things, but always willing to try it. |
| Monday, September 14th, 2009 | |
| 8:49 pm | Journal Entry Fourteen Last week was hell on earth. Thought me and Avery were gonna die for a little bit there. Wanted to go out all Rorschach style, but he's not a big fan of dying, and I could barely move. So instead just took the medication and waited it out like the good little kids we are. Not looking forward to explaining this one to the brass. Hey, Avery, how about you and I take out all the cans of soup in the house and place them in a pyramid in front of that good old Communist Zombie Apocalypse man down the hall? The more I think of this idea, the more I like it. How's everybody else out there? Feeling better? |
| Wednesday, September 9th, 2009 | |
| 2:52 pm | Journal Entry Thirteen Aw fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Screw keeping anything down right now, and screw moving an inch. My body feels like its on fire, well, the muscles at least. I've heard of aching joints, but I am not in my 80's. Hey, anyone know how high your temperature can go up to be, before its considered dangerous? |
| Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 | |
| 1:25 am | Journal Entry Twelve Had to leave work early with this goddamn head cold. You'd think Mr. Black and White would take the same idea and decide we should take a break. Not on your life. I think the cold has gotten worse. |
| Sunday, August 30th, 2009 | |
| 12:54 pm | Journal Entry Eleven You know, I didn't think taking a Vigilante Vacation would be this tough. I go to work, I come home, I spend time with Avery, I go to sleep. Repeat for the next day and so on. Hell, I've actually been sleeping, unless someone else tells me they've seen me on rooftops or something. Wouldn't put it past him. It looks like we have our own little trashy tabloid. Could've used some pictures. [Open to Everyone except Avery who Cannot see This] Men, women, whoever can share any helpful information or whatever the fuck they can share, I'm not gonna lie. Haven't been on a date in awhile, and now with nutjob, I really haven't been on the dating scene or whatever. So. What's the thing to do nowadays? |
| Thursday, August 20th, 2009 | |
| 3:10 pm | Journal Entry Ten You know those movies where the main guy is asked where he has been, or what he has been doing, and all he says is "If I told you, I would have to kill you", and he looks all suave and utterly self possessed while he says that, more than likely holding a glass of something expensive and tasting wonderful? That's what I would have to say if anyone asked where I have been for the past few weeks. Avery, I was not sure if you were in or not last night when I finally came home. If you were, I hope I didn't wake you up or anything. Hell, I've been gone for awhile, you must not have been home, or else Daniel is really disappointing me. Still going out tonight. War is starting. The end is n-- Fuck off, if you go off on your "The end is nigh" crap, I am going to have Avery chain me to something and have her make sure I stay there, no more late night ass kickings. Can still pick a lock. Need to find out the truth, Michael. Hrm. No more pretending. I'm not getting into an argument with the guy in my head over this journal. If he takes over while I sleep, any of you have my permission to hurt him/me. |