|| test subject #0001
[ Morning; 2235 Stevens Road ]
[ This is not a good morning for Chell. Waking up next to a stranger in a strange place is a recipe for disaster. Nearly as bad as waking up in a relaxation chamber, by her assessment.
But you'd never guess by looking at her. She raises from the bed and crosses to the closet, opening the doors and changing quickly in the first thing that seems her size.
It's not until she's fully dressed that she returns the bed and leers over the thing (human?) she had awoken beside. Just waiting. And staring, lots of staring. ]
[ Mid-morning; Your front lawn ]
[ Have you ordered any test subject sized lawn decorations lately? No? Then it seems one statuesque lady has wandered onto your front lawn. She's been there for at least half an hour now, face turned towards the sun, shoes in hand.
Chell hasn't moved much, unless you've watched her feet quite closely. Then you've likely noticed the way her toes curl in and out of the grass, or the way she rocks gently back and front from her heels to the balls of her feet.
She's quite fond of this spot, really. ]
[ Late afternoon; Around town ]
[ Walking home from school or work, out for a jog, whatever reason you've decided to be out and about this afternoon, your walk has probably been interrupted once or twice by the sound of heels hitting the pavement. Her dress appears barely able to keep up with her as she jogs. Her face is drawn, determined. Alert. Whatever reason she's on the move, it's not for leisure.
Still, running in heels can't be pleasant, even with the low, thick heels of her shoes.
And here she comes around again, the clack clack clack of her shoes preceding her. ]
[ This is not a good morning for Chell. Waking up next to a stranger in a strange place is a recipe for disaster. Nearly as bad as waking up in a relaxation chamber, by her assessment.
But you'd never guess by looking at her. She raises from the bed and crosses to the closet, opening the doors and changing quickly in the first thing that seems her size.
It's not until she's fully dressed that she returns the bed and leers over the thing (human?) she had awoken beside. Just waiting. And staring, lots of staring. ]
[ Mid-morning; Your front lawn ]
[ Have you ordered any test subject sized lawn decorations lately? No? Then it seems one statuesque lady has wandered onto your front lawn. She's been there for at least half an hour now, face turned towards the sun, shoes in hand.
Chell hasn't moved much, unless you've watched her feet quite closely. Then you've likely noticed the way her toes curl in and out of the grass, or the way she rocks gently back and front from her heels to the balls of her feet.
She's quite fond of this spot, really. ]
[ Late afternoon; Around town ]
[ Walking home from school or work, out for a jog, whatever reason you've decided to be out and about this afternoon, your walk has probably been interrupted once or twice by the sound of heels hitting the pavement. Her dress appears barely able to keep up with her as she jogs. Her face is drawn, determined. Alert. Whatever reason she's on the move, it's not for leisure.
Still, running in heels can't be pleasant, even with the low, thick heels of her shoes.
And here she comes around again, the clack clack clack of her shoes preceding her. ]