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uu: Jeer Past Dirk
Neutral Positive
Acquired Day 6 in the form of a shake flashlight, from When The Clock Struck Twelve game
(sharable, 1/5 uses, still usable as flashlight after)
Memory:
Starts here, ends here. It's long.
Reaction:
First thoughts on run through:
♡ Hey me, looking damn good. This is a recent memory, obviously. Different outfit though--shirt with orange hat. I still have no idea why I am in these weird pjs here but, hey, they match Cal.
♡ Alright, we are actually able to see some of my room now. Lil man is chilling with me, hell yes. Desk set up is pretty cool. Got some...rockets? Ok. Also robot parts. That robot head sitting there with the hat is--shit wait what is on top of it?? Omg it is a tiny horse... (proceeds to quietly fawn over itty bitty horse) Ok. Tiny horse, Cal, nice computer setup plus tablet, rockets?, robot head and arm, cool posters (I don't remember who the depicted pop culture icons are though.....)
♡ Ok actual content time.
♡ Name is Dirk. Dirk Strider. Sounds like a classy ass porn star, A+ but probably will continue to go by Hellion. If someone wants to call me Dirk though, that's fine.
♡ Time traveling(?) psychopath(yes) alien(?), probably not a friend but clearly has familiarity, will kill his sister if he doesn't get porn???????? Guy is an asshole. Also really fucking dumb.
♡ Apparently spend most of my free time drawing porn, no surprises there.
♡ Friends.
♡ friends...
♡ .......Jane Crocker.
♡ Alien actually hates porn, only likes fluff and has somehow fetishized it to the point of hilarity. But who the fuck cares because JANE CROCKER.
♡ Jane Crocker has short black hair and oval glasses and wears a shirt with a blue monster on it and I drew myself kissing her cheek and touching her boob and then not touching her boob and being called beautiful and then kissing her on the lips and saying she was darling to me and this is clearly all a bunch of bullshit but I am having some strange feelings about it and I'm thinking that maybe she was something darling to me for real. Not. Sure. How. To. Deal.
♡ ..............................Jake and Roxy.
♡ Roxy has colorless hair, implying blonde or similarly light. Her hair does a weird curl and is short, not as short as Jane's. She wears a shirt with a pink, 4-eyed cat and black lipstick and a skirt.
♡ Wow, uh, REALLY WEIRD FEELINGS ABOUT THIS JAKE BRO.
♡ ........
♡ Uh. Alright, let's see. He's got black hair that sticks up stupidly. Big dumb toothy overbite. Square glasses. A shirt with a green skull and an overshirt? And tiny shorts? Kid looks hella dorky--don't know if that is artist rendering or reality but I'm going with he is also a dork irl.
♡ IGNORING THESE WEIRD FEELINGS.
♡ Square...wave...? Butler? Tracking down towels? Oh. A little robot just came by with a stack of towels. Shit, that's right, Squarewave. Squarewave and...the robot head. The other robot head. Fuck I can't remember. But Square. My robro. Did I build him? Seems like a good possibility, considering the robot parts around my room.
♡ Ok. This alien is basically the worst, also clearly wants the d. My patience is godly. I'm so fucking with it.
♡ Alien gets hot and bothered over lesbians, I guess?
♡ .....What even is cotton candy? Why is that I can picture it but I apparently had no access or experience with it? Priority: find out how to procure some cotton candy.
♡ Roxy drinks. Wow, how did I forget that. Roxy is nearly always drunk. I know this.
♡ Roxy has pink eyes. Making the brave assumption that Jane has blue.
♡ Poetic genius. Should maybe ask Dave about the pop culture shit that is clearly relevant to my life. Ghostbusters.
♡ Alien's sister probably not psychopath. Likes writing fanfics and making drawings.
♡ Jane bakes. See: Roxy drinks.
♡ Rolol? A weird nickname?
♡ "I might splinter but I don't break"? What a total badass.
♡ Who is this douchebag?
♡ .........I drew myself kissing the Jake dude without any legitimate prompting what the actual fuck.
♡ And then I proceeded argue an excuse for drawing it.
♡ Oh my fucking god.
♡ ...Was I crushing? Shit. How hard was I crushing...
♡ And then some shitty twist that is made doubly shitty by the fact that this memory cuts off before we find out what happened to alien sis.
Takeaway:
This memory didn't make Hellion too confused about who he was. Anything he learned about himself wasn't a huge shocker. He's a dude who is willing (and actually seems to like) to deal with people, even (and maybe especially) those who are obviously fucked up. He apparently has always drawn a lot of porn. He has shit together a little better in the memory than he does here, but he's counting that as a lack of material to work with in Deco. He'll work on it. He can do the cool aloof thing, sure, but unfortunately his ability to not give a fuck has been deteriorating with time spent here. Emotional attachments to people physically present in a potentially traumatic setting. It's difficult.
How the memory sort of messed up Hellion was in the appearance of his friends. He legitimately doesn't know how to deal with the fact that he apparently left three people behind in order to come to Deco. He doesn't want to feel guilty about it. He doesn't really even want to think about it but there's basically no way that he isn't going to quietly think way too much about it all the time. He wants to believe that he left wherever for their sake but he's extremely concerned that it was something selfish that brought him here. He wishes he could remember more, understand more about them. He doesn't even really know who these people are. Friends, sure. But did they mean that much to him? The way he felt when he saw his drawings and heard their names was...well, it was sort of like how he felt when he saw Cal. Lacking. Empty. He doesn't want them here, he's definitely not wishing for them to come to Deco. But he's not sure how to deal with the feelings about knowing of Roxy, Jane, and Jake but not being with them to...protect them, he guesses.
He's going to be a little more subdued for a while. It won't be too major of a difference, he's just going to be in his head more.
Neutral Positive
Acquired Day 6 in the form of a shake flashlight, from When The Clock Struck Twelve game
(sharable, 1/5 uses, still usable as flashlight after)
Memory:
Starts here, ends here. It's long.
Reaction:
First thoughts on run through:
♡ Hey me, looking damn good. This is a recent memory, obviously. Different outfit though--shirt with orange hat. I still have no idea why I am in these weird pjs here but, hey, they match Cal.
♡ Alright, we are actually able to see some of my room now. Lil man is chilling with me, hell yes. Desk set up is pretty cool. Got some...rockets? Ok. Also robot parts. That robot head sitting there with the hat is--shit wait what is on top of it?? Omg it is a tiny horse... (proceeds to quietly fawn over itty bitty horse) Ok. Tiny horse, Cal, nice computer setup plus tablet, rockets?, robot head and arm, cool posters (I don't remember who the depicted pop culture icons are though.....)
♡ Ok actual content time.
♡ Name is Dirk. Dirk Strider. Sounds like a classy ass porn star, A+ but probably will continue to go by Hellion. If someone wants to call me Dirk though, that's fine.
♡ Time traveling(?) psychopath(yes) alien(?), probably not a friend but clearly has familiarity, will kill his sister if he doesn't get porn???????? Guy is an asshole. Also really fucking dumb.
♡ Apparently spend most of my free time drawing porn, no surprises there.
♡ Friends.
♡ friends...
♡ .......Jane Crocker.
♡ Alien actually hates porn, only likes fluff and has somehow fetishized it to the point of hilarity. But who the fuck cares because JANE CROCKER.
♡ Jane Crocker has short black hair and oval glasses and wears a shirt with a blue monster on it and I drew myself kissing her cheek and touching her boob and then not touching her boob and being called beautiful and then kissing her on the lips and saying she was darling to me and this is clearly all a bunch of bullshit but I am having some strange feelings about it and I'm thinking that maybe she was something darling to me for real. Not. Sure. How. To. Deal.
♡ ..............................Jake and Roxy.
♡ Roxy has colorless hair, implying blonde or similarly light. Her hair does a weird curl and is short, not as short as Jane's. She wears a shirt with a pink, 4-eyed cat and black lipstick and a skirt.
♡ Wow, uh, REALLY WEIRD FEELINGS ABOUT THIS JAKE BRO.
♡ ........
♡ Uh. Alright, let's see. He's got black hair that sticks up stupidly. Big dumb toothy overbite. Square glasses. A shirt with a green skull and an overshirt? And tiny shorts? Kid looks hella dorky--don't know if that is artist rendering or reality but I'm going with he is also a dork irl.
♡ IGNORING THESE WEIRD FEELINGS.
♡ Square...wave...? Butler? Tracking down towels? Oh. A little robot just came by with a stack of towels. Shit, that's right, Squarewave. Squarewave and...the robot head. The other robot head. Fuck I can't remember. But Square. My robro. Did I build him? Seems like a good possibility, considering the robot parts around my room.
♡ Ok. This alien is basically the worst, also clearly wants the d. My patience is godly. I'm so fucking with it.
♡ Alien gets hot and bothered over lesbians, I guess?
♡ .....What even is cotton candy? Why is that I can picture it but I apparently had no access or experience with it? Priority: find out how to procure some cotton candy.
♡ Roxy drinks. Wow, how did I forget that. Roxy is nearly always drunk. I know this.
♡ Roxy has pink eyes. Making the brave assumption that Jane has blue.
♡ Poetic genius. Should maybe ask Dave about the pop culture shit that is clearly relevant to my life. Ghostbusters.
♡ Alien's sister probably not psychopath. Likes writing fanfics and making drawings.
♡ Jane bakes. See: Roxy drinks.
♡ Rolol? A weird nickname?
♡ "I might splinter but I don't break"? What a total badass.
♡ Who is this douchebag?
♡ .........I drew myself kissing the Jake dude without any legitimate prompting what the actual fuck.
♡ And then I proceeded argue an excuse for drawing it.
♡ Oh my fucking god.
♡ ...Was I crushing? Shit. How hard was I crushing...
♡ And then some shitty twist that is made doubly shitty by the fact that this memory cuts off before we find out what happened to alien sis.
Takeaway:
This memory didn't make Hellion too confused about who he was. Anything he learned about himself wasn't a huge shocker. He's a dude who is willing (and actually seems to like) to deal with people, even (and maybe especially) those who are obviously fucked up. He apparently has always drawn a lot of porn. He has shit together a little better in the memory than he does here, but he's counting that as a lack of material to work with in Deco. He'll work on it. He can do the cool aloof thing, sure, but unfortunately his ability to not give a fuck has been deteriorating with time spent here. Emotional attachments to people physically present in a potentially traumatic setting. It's difficult.
How the memory sort of messed up Hellion was in the appearance of his friends. He legitimately doesn't know how to deal with the fact that he apparently left three people behind in order to come to Deco. He doesn't want to feel guilty about it. He doesn't really even want to think about it but there's basically no way that he isn't going to quietly think way too much about it all the time. He wants to believe that he left wherever for their sake but he's extremely concerned that it was something selfish that brought him here. He wishes he could remember more, understand more about them. He doesn't even really know who these people are. Friends, sure. But did they mean that much to him? The way he felt when he saw his drawings and heard their names was...well, it was sort of like how he felt when he saw Cal. Lacking. Empty. He doesn't want them here, he's definitely not wishing for them to come to Deco. But he's not sure how to deal with the feelings about knowing of Roxy, Jane, and Jake but not being with them to...protect them, he guesses.
He's going to be a little more subdued for a while. It won't be too major of a difference, he's just going to be in his head more.