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𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽   [...]   𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿． 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁．

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𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 ！this is a private (mutuals-only), selective, and independent roleplay blog for chell from valve’s portal series. make sure to check out my page and maybe stay awhile !

highly crossover-friendly and flexible, chances are i’ll definitely be up to throwing chell into your muse’s universe.

mod’s name is cinna (he/him pronouns), and i’m 21+. i’m generally a shy noodle but always feel free to hop into my ims and chat with me, and mutuals can ask fo rmy discord.

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hiatus notice.   i’ve just started writing chell on isola, so all of my focus is going to be put towards that for the time being. i’m starting my last semester of college in a few days, and while i figure out what to do with my life, i’ll probably only be on my affiliated blog. i’ll be back on here if i’m feeling like writing on my indies at any time. can’t give an exact estimate, but i’m not abandoning this blog, just taking a little break.

[cinnasscribbles]

She won’t admit it, but she’s actually rather fond of the blue sphere

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starter call !!   like this post for a starter. i might shoot you an im to plot if I can’t think of anything. Multis please specify muse! capped at 5 for now <3

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Chell is so hard to send memes in with because nonverbal memes are almost nonexistent...

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starter call !!   like this post for a starter. i might shoot you an im to plot if I can’t think of anything. Multis please specify muse! capped at 5 for now <3

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sb: gets chell a phone so she can communicate more easily

chell: only texts in emojis, you’re gonna have to decipher what  😒🔪🔪🔵🤔☝🏽🌕💫😴 means now.

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sometime i’m gonna write a post about chell and her adopted parents and it’s... gonna be really fucking sad.

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CHELL IS ALMOST TOTALLY NONVERBAL   and will not speak at all to most people. While she occasionally will make other, non-verbal sounds, she remains fairly quiet overall, and communicates primarily through gesture, mainly by moving her head. She isn’t particularly expressive in her facial features, either, so it can be rather difficult to communicate with her in any way, with many communications being rather one-sided. 

In situations where she has integrated into human society in some way, Chell will eventually learn sign language. She learned some of the basics during her childhood, but never became fluent. Unless she has been living within some kind of human society, or with people who know how to sign, she will not really know how to communicate with sign language, and won’t use much, though occasionally something close to a sign might make its way into her hand gestures. 

The only people that Chell has actually spoken to are her adopted parents and her roommate at the Aperture Science Academy for Orphaned Girls, Miralee. In those cases, she is semi-verbal, and her speech is still rather limited. It’s possible that, should she become close to someone else and trust them a lot, she might use some limited verbal communication with them, but not extremely likely. 

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[cinnasscribbles]

The Untitled Portal Game, 2/??

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starter for @villianess ( for red ) !

IT’S TOO MUCH TO TAKE IN   after the sterile whites, greys, and blacks of the enrichment centre, or the dull, lifeless, dilapidated remains of old Aperture, or the vast and endless wastelands that Chell had endured for weeks. 

The bright lights, the vibrant colours, the sounds assailing her ears are making her miss Aperture, even miss the simultaneously antagonistic yet soothing voice of the rogue AI that had trapped her there.

Chell isn’t even entirely sure how she got here. The last thing she can remember is wandering through the wastes, portal gun barely lifted enough to keep it from dragging against the ground, companion cube slung over her shoulder. The world spinning, everything spinning, her vision dull and hazy-- 

And now, this. 

She’s somewhere altogether new, altogether strange, and altogether unpleasant. 

But Chell isn’t at all unfamiliar with things like this. She’s used to waking up in strange, unpleasant places. And she knows better than to linger too long on the where and the how, and to focus instead on the escaping. 

This time, there’s no voice telling her where to go, what to do. She’s on her own, with nothing but the clothes on her back and the boots still on her feet. That’s something at least. 

Getting outside isn’t hard, for once. It’s the outside that’s hard. Impossible to navigate. It’s nothing like Aperture, nothing like Chell has ever seen. And there are people. Real people. That complicates things. Makes moving around far more difficult. Because where, before, she simply had to avoid falling into pools of toxic waste and try to hit platforms, moving people are a different matter entirely. And when one of them finds herself directly in the spot where Chell was hoping to land, the escaped test subject can’t fully redirect her course, and collides with the stranger, sending them both tumbling. 

Quickly, Chell picks herself up, grey eyes darting toward the stranger she’d fallen into. More than anything right now she wishes she had her ASHPD, even if it couldn’t do any damage, or even get her out of here, it would still be comforting to hold something in her hands.

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Go ahead and like this post for a starter! Multis please specify muse. No cap on this for now.

[cinnasscribbles]

The Untitled Portal Game, 1/??

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psa: chell likes girls

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galaxycrxss​:

              “…Is it too late to claim innocence ?” The question leaves crackling vox before the defective clone can stop it. Clad in armor adorned with scuffs and chips, skulls and echoes of battle ; he is all but a peaceful presence. Gloved hands remain lifted, fingers wiggling as he resists the urge to reach out and inspect the WEAPON aiming his direction. Truth be told, Tech is CURIOUS. His visor remains up, resting above brow armor, eyes wide behind the lens of thick goggles. He is perfectly capable of a fight, though he sees no reason to start one just YET ; what a story it will be for the boys if he manages to return with a new schematic. The THRILL is too much to resist.                  “…What are the properties ?”

SHE HAD BASED HER MOVES   on a gamble that the stranger wouldn’t know what an ASHPD looked like, and, thus, wouldn’t know that, were Chell to actually shoot it, it wouldn’t do anything.

Well, aside from maybe a small amount of radiation exposure, but that wasn’t really going to help in this situation. 

Luckily, it seemed to have worked. The stranger’s hands are raised, and he doesn’t seem to be showing any clear signs of aggression-- still, she can’t be too careful. But at the same time, she wonders if he’s human, and if so, he’ll be the first human she’s seen since leaving Aperture. But it’s impossible to tell-- while the inflections of his voice don’t sound particularly mechanical, there’s no face, not an inch of visible skin, and Chell has no way of knowing if there’s a person beneath the plating or not.

Still holding the portal gun level with his chest, she reaches up, tapping her head with a finger, and moving her hand quickly upward as if taking off a helmet-- only once she sees his face will she decide what to do-- whether to stay, whether to relax or to run away-- and until then, the gun thing-he-does-not-know-what-it-does remains pointed directly at him.

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indie, priv. sel. rp blog for   𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 [ 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 ]   from valve’s portal games.

tested by cinna. est. july 2020.