This one's from a movie...

It was a unique mind, and - like most others - reflective of the environment of its owner. HQ, especially.

It stood surrounded by a handful of Personality Islands, each feeling isolated though they clearly weren't (the slim connection to HQ was ever present). Loneliness was a fitting word. In headquarters, each of the five little creatures who called it home felt alone - all they had was the company of each other amid a conglomeration of nurnies and greebles; an intricate cubic city. The metal jungle jutted out from walls around, conceding space only when necessary to the shelves (whose assorted memories rested in clusters that looked disorganized to the uninformed) windows (whose sand-stained surfaces glanced out at the Islands) and the console.

Currently, the five residents of this flat were seated there, at their respective chairs.

Here was Disgust, a bookend to the collection. Growing up poor, her host had no need to dress up (nor could even if it were so desired). Still, she made do whenever possible; a lick of spit to remove some dirt, a miraculously unused comb (which broke days after it was found), some fresh robes... they made do. It was alright. Besides, in this wasteland, one couldn't be picky (not that there was much to be picky about - a desert is a desert after all; she would press buttons if she ever needed to, but hardly anything good or bad occured out here). Currently, the green girl was wiping some sand off her headgear.

Opposite her, her purple twig of a sister held a nervous smile as she clasped her bandaged hands together. On a day to day basis, she was needed often. Life here was far from easy, and knowing when danger was approaching was a must. Danger took many forms, of course - angering others, dehydration, ticking someone off, dehydration, not getting paid for the day (usually by making a higher-up mad), starvation, and dehydration.

They were currently doing fine in that department, though, Joy happily noted as the big screen in front turned to a view of their haul today. Joy was second in command around here, always quick to laugh at the little things in life (and it had to be little things, of course; nothing big ever happened), and snatch what few happy moments could be found. For instance, today was a good day, as they'd found quite a bit of success on their job. Which was good for everyone, but especially their leader.

'This,' Joy thought, 'Certainly means another night with a full belly.' Her only brother, Sadness, frequently found himself needed late into the night, when stomachaches panged their gut thanks in no small part to a shot economy(economy? Heh, that's putting it generously) and meager income. Not to mention the loneliness, of course - the crippling, constant loneliness that seemed to be everywhere. Above and below and in the air around, like an unsung note flowing all over. Loneliness. Isolation. Their unwelcome, unseen friend who was never gone. It wasn't hard to imagine why Sadness was the one who called the shots around here, his blue hue outnumbering the others ever so slightly. It was the loneliness that their home infected them with.

But nobody thought of that as they walked up to collect their day's pay, especially since said pay was even smaller than yesterday.

"Wait, what?!" Anger spat, adjusting her cloak, "Did I hear that right?"

Their employer was full of greed, and they all knew it. Some days, he just felt like holding back on their fair wages. Today was one of those days, and it took amazing self restraint for Anger not to grab the nearest metal pole and start smashing it across the console.

As it was, Sadness intervened. "Look, let's just take what we can get and go. It's not like he'll let us have a raise, anyways."

"Y-Yeah!" Joy piped in, "And besides, we're not gonna starve to death, are we?"

Anger gritted her teeth.

Reading temptation in her eyes - specifically, the temptation to verbally rip their superior apart, Fear jumped in. "N-No, Anger, let's not! L-Let's just go home. It'll be night soon, anyways."

"Yeah," Disgust added with a scoff at the monitor, "Don't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's still got his fat thumb over us."

The red emotion sighed, and slouched. Not a word was said.

"Okay..." Sadness muttered, "Let's just head home."

All agreed (even if Anger agreed by not disagreeing), and they made the long trek back to the ramshackle place that could loosely be called a dwelling. Comfortable? Nope. Near others? Not a chance. Safe, though? Yes. At least there was that. Safe from the elements, safe from bandits (their home didn't exactly pose the most attractive of prospects), and safe from most anything else.

Again, nothing much good or bad happened here. The emotions were reminded of that little fact each day as they looked up to the night sky, and its cold silence told them they were isolated, and alone, and without much hope of ever changing that.

Meanwhile, on the outside, a solitary figure went back to her home (for lack of a better word).

Her name was Rey. Her home was a overturned walker, a relic from the ancient days of the Empire. A footprint, reminding her once again of just how alone she was; not even a big, all-encompassing Empire (or, rather, its offspring, the First Order) cared enough to reach across space and snatch Jakku back. Nah, nobody came here. Nobody cared. And she knew that she'd do well to not care, too. It didn't stop her from caring, mind you, but it reminded her to at least try.

So, just like any day before, she came home and made her meal for the day. She went to her wall. She scratched another tally in a veritable army of marks. All of them stared out at her impassively. They were staunch reminders of just how long she'd been alone; longer than she'd been counting. Longer than she'd ever count. Heck, when this wall ran out of room (and it would), would she still be able to understand just how alone she was, or would she finally feel numb to it all?

'Forget it,' she thought, 'Eat your food and quit letting your mind wander.'

She did just that. She grabbed her measly portion (or - rather - her "quahter pohrsh'n" as that fat lard pile would say) and sat outside to leave the loneliness behind, if only for a moment.

She didn't realize it would leave her very, very soon.

Don't you worry - I did not spoil Star Wars Episode VII, okay? This is stuff that's going down at the start of the movie, and I was careful to avoid giving away details that would become key plot elements - my rule is, "If it isn't shown until after the second act starts, it's probably a spoiler, so don't get into it unless even the trailers show it."

Besides, I'm not going for emotional moments, I'm going for interesting minds, and I like Rey's. Seriously, say what you want, but - for my money - the new Star Wars movie rocks, and the characters they created were complex and well-written. My hat's off to the writers.

I'm not here to gush, though. I'm here to show you the main hints. So let's get to it, right?

1. The crippling loneliness. If you've seen the movie, you don't need to get past her introductory scene to know Rey is a lonely, lonely girl (livin' in a lonely world (but there aren't any midnight trains (because this is Jakku, not South Detroit) I apologize for nothing) I shouldn't write the clue section when I'm this sleep deprived; it's irresponsible).

2. The desert hints. Sand stained windows, mentioning that there's a desert, frequently noting the lack of civilization and water being a concern. Yep. Desert. Jakku.

3. The attire the emotions wear - so far as their clothes are mentioned - match Rey's. Robes (or cloaks), and head gear (goggles - I didn't want to specifically say goggles, 'cause that would be giving too much of a hint in my opinion).

4. You hopefully didn't fail to notice the sci-fi aesthetics in the room, especailly nurnies and greebles (such odd words would surely warrant looking them up - I know I needed to). For those of you out of the loop, just use Google images, it's hard to explain them other than saying they're immediately associated with science fiction and Star Wars.

5. I described her trying to pawn of scrap to the fat guy whose name I've forgotten but who is obviously a pretty big jerk. She leaves dejected after receiving only one quarter portion for her troubles of the day.

6. I tried to capture her personality, and - really - Rey strikes me as a mostly happy person whose situation just happens to be miserable. And she's also very quick to anger in the right circumstances. Hence the order of "command" here: Sadness is first, then Joy, then Anger, followed by Fear, and Disgust.