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Michael Collins // Rorschach's InsaneJournal:
| 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. |
| Saturday, July 4th, 2009 | |
| 10:38 pm | Journal Entry Nine Met a nice enough fellow on the journals, and had a good chat. Since I've been pretty much sitting on my ass at the station with this arm, we've both been pretty bored. Going to the hospital tomorrow though, gonna get all the stitches taken out. ( Private to Mr. Dominic Jude ) So, anyway. Avery. I have a reservation at Borgo Antico for tomorrow night at 7. So uh...find something nice to wear, because we are going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer. |
| Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | |
| 7:13 pm | Journel Entry Eight Avery, I'll be coming home late tonight. ... And really, its not as bad as you might think it is. Its worse. It really isn't. Don't wait up, okay? Hrm. Daniel. Got shot in the shoulder. Don't like the smell of this hospital. Also, if someone from the Agency could help us out, that would be really appreciated. Basically Rorschach took over while on the job and I really do like my job and would like to keep it. Any help would be great. |
| Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | |
| 12:55 am | Journal Entry Seven   |
| Thursday, May 21st, 2009 | |
| 5:26 pm | Journal Entry Six [ooc: This is based on Dom being done therapy and Mike getting back on the force] Thank you, Dominic, for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me. My superiors let me know that its okay for me to be back, so thank god I got to talk to you and not some shrink where I'd have to wait twenty minutes for the appointment and then spend an hour hearing the cash get taken out of my pocket. Done. Good. Back to work. Yeah, MY work. Already got one case that's bothering me, how's that for efficiency. 'Course when there's news of killings overseas, the serial killers come out in full force here in the U.S. Rorschach is like a kid in a candy shop with a hundred bucks, if you can believe that one. Still worried about Avery. Well, more worried about Daniel doing something then her doing something, but still. Daniel? Ungrounded yet? Heh. |
| Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 | |
| 6:20 pm | Journal Entry Five Really, Daniel? How was the trip? Goddamnit. He brought Avery here and-- Good job. Work to be done. Need equipment. No. No. I'll give her a call...shit. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it. No wonder he's been so...not so doom and gloom lately. She better be okay. No time. Go find him. Oh, shut up. |
| Tuesday, May 5th, 2009 | |
| 8:10 pm | Journal Entry Four New case came up, and my partner and I made the usual rounds around the crime scene. Of course, Rorschach has already noticed everything, and he pointed me to this window two stories up. I pointed this out to my partner, and we made our way up there, everything is going fine, right? We knock, no one answers, but we hear noises in the room, shout out our warning, and I kick down the door. So honestly? I'm not sure what happened, but in the ensuing fire fight, my partner got shot in the shoulder, and the perp ended up dead. Rorschach says I did the right thing, but we know he'd rather kill anyway. Bullet in the perp's chest matches my gun. So my superiors have taken my gun and my badge while I'm waiting for the fucking forensics to come through. They were all 'Take some time off'. And 'We're just worried about you'. In the meantime, my superiors want me to see a shrink. And given Rorschach's hatred of therapy of any kind, coupled with my disdain of having my brain analyzed...I don't see this going well. So I'm without my badge, my gun, and I'm not allowed in to work until I have seen a shrink. I'm fucked right now. |
| Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | |
| 8:58 pm | Journal Entry Three Work has been hectic, as per usual. It seems like the cases keep piling up, and before you even finish one, there's another one waiting for you in the wings, just ready to take over your life without your head even hitting a pillow. 'Course, when I do manage to get away from the station, I'm definitely off duty, but not in the mind of my constant companion. I think that we've hit at least five different seedy bars in the past two weeks. I just wish I could get the sound of bones breaking out of my head. I guess I never realized how brutal he can be, but when you get shoved to the side for awhile, you learn a few things you don't wanna know. And I don't wanna know right now. |
| Friday, April 17th, 2009 | |
| 9:46 pm | Journal Entry Two When I was a kid, I always thought that being a fireman, or a policeman, or anyone that were in some sort of dangerous situations day to day were superheroes. They were invincible, they could do whatever they wanted. And always, always, the bad guy was brought to justice and everyone had a happy ending. Of course, when you get older, you realize all of that is bullshit. R.I.P D-II Mark Truant. We did not know each other well, but you were one of us. They want to make us go to grief counseling. I'm gonna do my own grief counseling with a bottle of scotch and a corner table at a bar near my apartment. Never liked therapy anyway. And if anyone wants to bitch and moan and complain about that, well then you can all piss off. You don't have to deal with shit like this everyday. |