Apr. 19th, 2020 04:39 am
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This is the HMD for [livejournal.com profile] agentgrrl's Shinjiro Aragaki from Persona 3: FES.

Do you love it, hate it, have any concerns, questions, etc? Really, my friends, I will take anything and everything you have to say on his characterization!

Note: This doubles as a plotting post! If you'd like to do something with Shinjiro, just let me know!

I can also be emailed at adeolucror [at] gmail

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[Many may have noticed, or rather not noticed, Shinjiro around the mansion lately. Those who have seen him probably know he's hiding something. He's been reclusive, avoiding everyone, friends from home or friends from here, and he hasn't been discriminate in who was off the list of talking to.

Today he's on the roof, where he ends up a lot most of the time, when he knows Akihiko's distracted with training. He doesn't mind the place so much, and the view's pretty nice, all things considered. If anyone happens upon him, they'll find him not sleeping, which he'd normally be doing, but standing at the edge, looking out into nothing in particular, and casually smoking a cigarette. No, his friends have never seen him smoke before, but it's something he picked up from the closet, and he didn't see it being a problem like the suppressants.

His eyes seem distant, even more so than the scenery over which they were sweeping. Something was troubling him, but he also doesn't seem to the talking, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched, knit cap pulled low over his brow.

At length he heaves a sigh and pulls the communicator from his pocket, turning on the audio.

Tomorrow's 11 August.

[There's a long pause and then a deeper, worn release of breath.]

Somethin' ain't right about that.

[And then the audio is ended and he slides the device back into his pocket.]
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[Attempted Filter from SEES. FAILED - PUBLIC]

Anybody out there able to keep something under control if the person it's inside has trouble doing it? I don't really know what I'm asking for. I don't even know if it can be done, but - Hell, just forget it.
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[The Video cuts on to show Shinjiro actually smiling. He's sitting back on his bed and there's an excited bark from off screen, then a fluffy dog bounds up on to the bed next to him. He laughs and starts scratching behind his ears.]

I guess this thing ain't so bad. [An excited yip.] He can't stay. I know, but that don't mean we can't have fun, right?

(OOC: His friends made him happy, eway. God help him.)
onlymortal: (♞ Make damn sure nobody knows)
[Shinjiro walks from his closet into the view of the camera carrying what looks like a webcam. He heaves a sigh and tosses the thing on his bed and picks up the device...

...and swears under his breath when he notices it's already on.

Fine, smartass. You wanna turn on? Tch. Whatever.

[His eyes focus on the feed finally.]

Yuu, thanks. You know why.

[There's another, longer pause.]

So, a lotta people know this place makes you forget stuff, right? What do you guys do to try to remember?

Filtered to SEES | Hackable )
onlymortal: (♞ Your stupid hurts man)
| Audio |

[ Shinjiro has kept himself locked away in his room for the past day, alternately pacing, growling, and throwing random tantrums that ended with cartons of milk strewn about his room from the closet and other similar refuse of vain attempts at slaking his hunger.

He's kept calm simply by reminding himself this was all the mansion, as Arisato had told him, this was someone's memory, and it would all be over.

...but when? He doesn't know how much longer he can take this.

When he speaks, there's a low, inhuman growl behind his words.

It's one of those event things, right? How the fuck long do they last, anyway?
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|| Accidental Video ||

[ The video clicks on as a tall, lanky man in a knee length red peacoat and a black beanie stalks into view, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched, eyes toward the floor. He takes about two steps down the hallway in question before he stops and turns, looking back over his shoulder, then looking back forward, his brow furrowing in confusion. ]

What is this shit?

[ He looks off down the hall both directions, looking more and more confused. ]

Fuckin' weird dream, that's for sure. [ He takes one last look left, then right, and finally chooses right, turning and starting off in that direction, apparently intent on finding the end of the hall...if there is one. ]
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