Memory Mingle

[nohalation]

Who: You
Where: Memory-taking places
When: Day 75, afternoon (or whenever you need your memories taken)

[You got memories.

I got memories.

We all got memories.

Lets share them!]

Comments

[criminaljustice]

[... oh.

look of... vaguely guilty concern? something like that.]

Lily?

[foolishjourney]

[looks over.

waves hand slightly.]

Hi, Joker.

[criminaljustice]

Hey.

... guess that didn't really explain much about what you were seeing.

[just that adults remain shitty to kids instead of listening to them, and then kids take cues from shitty adults]

[foolishjourney]

I guess it explained that it wasn't unusual for me, like I thought.

[criminaljustice]

... still. Those adults could have handled it better.

Being told you're lying when you're not... they didn't even try to listen, did they.

[massive empathy.]

[foolishjourney]

...Little kids make stuff up all the time, anyways. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to just nod along, not tell them they're lying.

[criminaljustice]

Even if you weren't a little kid... but especially because you were.

[foolishjourney]

...Yeah.

[part of him wants to talk it out, the other part really doesn't and wants to wallow in self pity instead; he's not sure which part is winning right now. so he averts his gaze down, one hand fiddling with one of his earphones around his neck.]

[criminaljustice]

[well.

Joker's been working on actually talking about feelings, so.]

... I know what it's like. Kinda.

I wasn't seeing things like coffins and blood everywhere. And I was older. But... I was framed for a crime. And no one would believe me. No matter what I said. Eventually, I just... gave up. Stopped talking. Stopped connecting with people.

[glances off to the side because, actually not sure how relatable it actually is, it just feels that way?]

I got put on probation and expelled from my school--and my parents decided to ship me off to Tokyo until things settled down a bit... y'know. With the neighborhood.

[shrugs a bit.]

[foolishjourney]

[Lily listens carefully, touched that Joker was trying to reach out to him like this. and honestly... his story was reminiscent of how he felt from that memory, even if the origins were different. he could see, feel how disconnected from the world he grew as time went on, weary and closed off. he felt desperate for recognition, for someone to reach out, for someone to show they cared, and that was what Joker was doing. it seemed that no one else had ever tried, where he came from; those feelings were left to the dust in favor of apathy.]

...I think I can relate.

[he looks up at him.]

I'm sorry, Joker. I can't believe not even your parents believed in you.

[criminaljustice]

[... shrugs a bit.]

Maybe they did? But they couldn't fight against it. And didn't want me to draw more attention.

Especially since the guy who framed me was a wealthy politician. He had the police in his pocket. There wasn't really anything they could do, but...

[yeah, their way of handling it still sucked.]

[foolishjourney]

That's incredibly unfair.

[his brow scrunches and irritation wells inside him on Joker's behalf, distracting from the tumultuous sea of emotions churning in his chest from his acquired memory.]

He ruined your life.