[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Chiaroscuro [Open]
Aug 29, 2023 22:31:18 GMT -5
Post by Thundercloud on Aug 29, 2023 22:31:18 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 4 | Day 3
Thundercloud had the sort of decision-making skills that made himself and everyone around him wonder how in God's name he wasn't dead twice over by now. This wasn't to say he was ignorant or naive and made thoughtless, careless choices – rather, he was prone to carefully considering all the facts and knowingly chose the wrong decision anyway, even when the cost-benefit analysis did not weigh in his favor. He couldn't explain why he did this, he figured maybe he was just wired wrong and didn't have a properly functioning sense of self-preservation, but there was probably a more complicated answer. He vaguely remembered something about boundary-testing and psychological safety, but not who said it or where he heard it. Maybe he read about it once, or a medic mentioned it during a psych-eval to make sure he was still fit for duty. He didn't know exactly what either term meant, but he had a decent enough idea – enough to know that bending the rules wasn't just something he did because he was a cool rebel without a cause.
Which was lame as hell, but whatever. Everybody had their damage. Thunder's was just easier to pass off as a quirk of personality.
Case in point – if anybody walked in to the rec-room and saw him drawing on the walls, they'd be quicker to assume he was engaging in some casual vandalism before (correctly) deducing that he was stressed as hell and trying to keep busy so he wouldn't get himself into real trouble. The way Thundercloud figured, scratching away at the walls with some homemade charcoal wasn't exactly a constructive use of his free time, but compared to all the other things he did to relieve stress, it was by far the least objectionable. Better to have art on the walls than holes in 'em, even if the art was just some loose gesture sketches of a cityscape he only half-remembered.
Thundercloud took a few steps away from the wall-turned-canvas, hoping some distance might help him find the missing pieces needed to put the whole composition together. His brows were furrowed, his expression pinched as he fought with the disconcerting realization that he didn't know what Praxus's skyline looked like anymore. All the towers seemed to blur together in his mind's eye, melding into some sad approximation of the truth that somehow felt wrong even though he couldn't say how. Maybe he had some buildings switched around, or the heights or the angles were off. Hell, maybe everything was wrong and his brain was just making things up because he had completely forgotten what his home city used to look like.
It was a sobering thought, one which was really screwing up the whole stress relief thing he was trying to accomplish by drawing on the walls in the first place. He was half tempted to mop the whole thing up and start over, try sketching something that wouldn't make him feel all weird about the passage of time and the fallibility of memory, but that would mean admitting defeat and Thundercloud was nothing if not a stubborn son of a glitch.
Instead of trying to fix whatever felt off about the sketch, Thundercloud instead decided to double down on its wrongness by just going off and taking some artistic liberties – ie: drawing a huge Godzilla-looking monster breathing fire on the portion of the city he couldn't get right.