1st Portal | video & text/action

[smuglyquiet]

[the feed opens up to a woman's face. she has some very obvious bedhead, apparently not bothering to smooth it down after waking up in her "house", but other than looking a tiny bit worn down, she doesn't look as confused as some of the other people seemingly thrown into this whole mess. she's not completely nonchalant about it, there is a bit of

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[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

some do, some dont.

nothing to miss back at home?

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

It's not my home.

[well, it is the closest thing she remembers to having a home...but home is supposed to be where the heart is, and as far as Chell knows, she wants out.]

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

whatever. i'll be taking that as a no.

johto isn't a bad place, i guess.

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

...Johto?

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

the name of this... country or area, whichever it really is. nobody seems to know.

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

Never heard of it.

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

didn't think you had. where're you from?

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

[a long pause in the text. Chell's trying to think of how to answer this.]

America, I think.

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

what's with the long pause? you're not sure?

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

No. I'm sure.

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

you just said "i think" ... [Squalo is not buying this shit, Chell. But whatever.]

anyway, you're not there anymore, which is probably kinda obvious. you've probably got a backpack and a map, too. check for yourself or something, i'm not a tour guide.

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

I do have them.

...then what are you?

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

someone with a helpful streak a mile wide, obviously.

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

Not that wide.

[text]

[sharkfoodbound]

no, definitely not, you're right.

i guess as long as i'm stuck here i'm just a trainer, like everybody else.

[text]

[smuglyquiet]

Stuck?

[she certainly doesn't feel stuck. in fact, this is the freest she's ever felt.

which is...kind of pathetically sad.]