Now there was some sensible armor. Looked warm, a bit heavy but offering good protection, and best of all? Didn’t stick out like a goddamn sore thumb. This guy must be one of the people the orange guy she saw earlier must be protecting. She grinned from the crates she was lying on, upside down gaze following him as she stuck out a hand to shake.
“Riley Dewitt. Nice t’ meetcha. Even nicer t’ see some’a y’all are practical. I was gettin’ a little worried over this future after seein’ the orange mister.”
Young Alyx Vance didn’t always understand what the adults around her talked about, which often led to the girl becoming bored and wandering off to find some way to entertain herself. And today, her entertainment of choice just so happened to be her favorite security guard.
She wandered around the base until she found him, his back to her, and covered her mouth with a hand to stifle a giggle. She snuck up behind him and grabbed onto his leg. “Barney!” Alyx grinned up at him, hugging his leg tightly. “Dad and uncle Kleiner are talking ‘bout science again. Wanna play?”
BOLD what applies to your muse
italic for things i’m not sure about
BODY.
Long legs. Short legs. AVERAGE LEGS. Slender thighs. Toned thighs.THICK THIGHS. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms.MUSCULAR ARMS. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach.soft stomach. Six-pack. BEER BELLY. Lean frame.BEEFY/MUSCULAR FRAME. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. SHORT NAILS. Long nails. Manicured nails.DIRTY NAILS. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. THICK WAIST. Narrow hips. AVERAGE HIPS. Wide hips.BIG FEET. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet.CALLOUSED HANDS. Soft hands. Big hands. AVERAGE HANDS. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. AVERAGE FINGERS.BROAD SHOULDER. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT ( CLICK HERE TO CONVERT TO FEET ).
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 CM TO 190 CM. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there (two tattoos). Multiple. NO TATTOO. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).
COSMETICS.
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die risk my life for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Barney
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Pizza. A food Dorothy had thought about more than once in an attempt to block out the everyday taste of canned vegetables through the years. She’d heard the others talking about it through the vents, having quickly made it a goal to find it before it was all gone. Following others toward the kitchen area had proved an efficient way to locate it which only left her to wait for everyone else to leave, hopeful there would be something left of the delicacy.
Just the smell drifting into the vents was more than enough to make her stomach growl. Cheese, bread, tomatoes... It was hard to remain in the vents. Luckily that had paid off too, spotting the last slice as everyone made their way out. “Bingo...” Screwdriver out, each bolt on the vent was removed and the cover pulled inside before she carefully turned around and backed out.
She dangled off the edge for a moment in silent preparation for the pain before letting go, landing on her feet with only a minor stumble paired with a wince. A hand instantly went to her leg, putting some pressure on it as she staggered over to the counter. It didn’t feel like it reopened at least. She removed the hand from the old wound and set both on the counter with a quick push and some slight adjustments until she was sitting on it properly.
No one really comes in here around this time anyways, there shouldn’t be any harm in sticking around for a little while... Once the pain subsided, her attention returned to the food now at her side. Finally, something good, warm, real. Shakey fingers set themselves along the crust, just savoring the feeling as she lifted it towards her mouth, eyes closing, a slight smile on her face...
Until the clearing of someone's throat, followed by speaking. She readily wrote it off as a new hallucination, giving a slight shake of her head in a fruitless attempt to clear it as she took the first bite. Couldn’t she go through one meal without hearing something? Her eyes remained closed, relishing the taste of the small piece on her tongue. It wasn’t until the piece was swallowed that she opened her eyes and noticed the figure in the doorway.
Weary eyes widened, left leg lifted and one hand releasing the pizza to push herself further onto the counter, put as much distance between them as possible. It was more of an instinctive reaction at this point than she’d like to admit. So that had definitely been a real voice at least, but what had he said again...? Her gaze lowered to the pizza slice. Oh no, this was his, wasn’t it?
“I-I thought you were-, I didn’t know, there’s only a bite gone, I didn’t mean to take it, I-” She all but dropped it back onto the platter as she stuttered to find the words, giving it a light push to slide away from her just enough to keep a distance if he came to get it. Some of the people around here got mad enough if she was within the vicinity of their rooms vents, how much worse would it be this time given that she just took a bite out of their food? “He’s carrying a gun~ He’s going to shoot your other leeeg~ RUN”
Not what she wanted to think about right now, and running was out of the question. Maybe she could offer something from her stash as a peace-offering if he got angry? It wouldn’t be nearly as good but it would at least be something.
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((I can kill two birds with the same stone by writing an excerpt from chell’s How To Take Care Of Gordon journal/guidebook))
“Gordon is not easily calmed. He looks like he’s calm but then he’s not, he’s actually still very scared, so you have to be very attentive. Check his pulse in his wrists because he might not trust you near his neck. Check that it isn’t too fast because if it is, he is probably not as relaxed as he appears.
“Blankets and hugs and other good things make him either calm or appear calm. But if he’s doing the thing where he says he’s okay and isn’t moving much but isn’t okay and is scared (check his pulse!! and his breathing!) then go get his Barney and bring Barney for him to cuddle.
“In the last 7 times Gordon has not sufficiently calmed upon initial cuddling, all 7 were solved by giving him Barney. Barney’s methods vary but are generally safe. Use caution. (Barney if you are reading this, give him yourself and still use caution because I will kill you if you hurt him.)”
