ρσятαℓ:яєαωαкєηιηg [Portal RP] (Semi-lit) Accepting

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{...Alphonse Roblin...}

Alphonse awoke with a start. His heart was racing and he was sweating. His dreams had been nightmares of being forced through those torturous test chambers once again. He looked around him, not remembering where he was. What the hell? Where am- He halted his thoughts as it all came rushing back to him. He had found a room and taken a nap. Alphonse evened his breathing and it began to slow his heart rate. Once slightly calmed, he grabbed his ASHPD and walked out of the painfully pale room and continued on in search of fellow test subjects.

Alphonse walked for several hours, unaware of the time that had passed; such trifles were not worthy of his worry. He'd made it into a large room with several conveyor belts. Turrets of all conditions rode upon the belts, some screaming, some silent. There were several pipes of unknown purpose that crisscrossed through the room. He jerked suddenly when and automated voice boomed with it's regular speech informing the now dead employees that the Turret Redemption Lines were running correctly. Straightening back up, Alphonse was surprised to hear the voice speak again. "Turret Redemption Lines are not rides. Please exit the Turret Redemption Lines." Alphonse gasped. That had to mean someone had stepped on the conveyor belts. Mon dieu, someone else is here! "Hello? Is anyone there?" He yelled. His heavy French accent rang and echoed through the room. In an excited frenzy, he jumped on to the first conveyor belt in an attempt to cross the room.

It was difficult to keep his balance on the non-stationary floor he was now standing on. Eventually, he got the hang of it and found a platform to reach the other belt by. He jumped across and heard an all too familiar voice. "Hello? I'm different." A turret with a blinking lazer was lying across the belt, very near to what looked like an incinerator. Alphonse stood still on the conveyor belt, a bit torn between hurrying on to find the other human or pausing momentarily to grab the obviously broken turret. The voice sounded again, "Hello?" What have I to lose? Alphonse walked up dangerously close to the incinerator's opening and picked up the turret with the zero-point energy field manipulator that was integrated into his ASHPD. "Thank you," Said the turret. It continued speaking to Alphonse as he maneuvered towards an Emancipation Grill. He listened to it's mutterings, finding the cute voice cryptically intriguing. "Get mad! Don't make lemonade. Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. He was cast into the bowels of the Earth and pecked by birds. It won't be enough. The answer lies beneath us. Her name is Caroline; remember that. That's all I can say."

Finally, Alphonse had reached the emancipation grill and the turret had fallen silent. Out of respect for the robot, he set it down before penetrating the Grill; he didn't want to kill the thing, as it had provided him with what seemed like important information. He turned and walked through the grill, his ears catching a quiet and final goodbye from the turret. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Merci beaucoup, turret."

Translations
"Mon dieu" ~ "My god"
"Merci beaucoup" ~ "Thank you very much"

{...You guys tell me if the picture is a problem for any of you. I just wanted to spiff up the format a bit. It's supposed to be Alphonse. x3 Thank you, Loki for your signature inspiring me...}

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{...Bump. Don't let eet die! D:...}

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{...Is anyone going to respond to this again? I really liked this RP...}

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((I'm waiting on Sharubi))

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Personality Core

Designation(Name): Tidy Core
Personality:The tidy core's original purpose was to aid GLaDOS in keeping the labs, test chambers and offices clean. However, the Tidy Core's interest in cleanliness soon turned into an obsession. She became driven by a mad lust for cleanliness, not just in the labs, but world wide. She brutally attacked unorganized employees and would sometimes give them a neurotoxin 'bath'. Out of pure irritation, GLaDOS locked her away into the janitor's closet. The Tidy Core grew an insatiable desire for revenge on GLaDOS, but given her current status, revenge seemed unlikely. Years passed before the Tidy Core was heard of again, but finally, a careless Aperture employee disregared GLaDOS' handmade DO NOT OPEN sign, releasing this deranged neat freak into Aperture labratories.
Color: Purple
Gender: Female
Other: Nope

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Test Subject

Designation(Name): Vetiver Michaels
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio: Vetiver's father was Cave Johnson's most loyal admirer and a diligent worker. When he found out about Bring your Daughter to Work Day, he was eager to show Vetiver his 'extraodinary' job. Vetiver was astounded at Aperture Labratories accomplishments, but she found GLaDOS the most incredible. Without hesitation, she went straight to GLaDOS' chamber, only to be stopped by a horrible wave of neurotoxin. Her last memory was her father's voice screaming: "NO! You don't understand! She's my daughter!"

Vetiver awoke in the relaxation vault from a coma years later. For years, she hid from the lab employees, avoiding her unfortunate destiny as a test subject. She spent most of the hours with a comical turret, whom she named Isaac. At the age of 11, the Aperture employees found her, and were eager to put her to work. She became a test subject for the Long Fall Boots project, and thus suffers from an untreated fractured ankle. During that time, Vetiver's past didn't bother her. After testing and the abandonment of Aperture Laboratories, Vetiver fell into yet, another coma.

Now, Vetiver is fear-ridden, haunted by her last memory and stricken with paranoia. She has occasional bouts of insanity, and seems to be constantly thirsting for more memories. She is distraught at the fact that her memory is a blur, and is angry at herself for not knowing more about her past. She seems to like GLaDOS, occasionally calling her a 'friend' or 'buddy'. Vetiver is skittish, and rarely knows what she's talking about. Sometimes, she makes up her own past.
Crush: Insanity Core
Bf/Gf: Open
Other: None

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((I didn't notice I was accepted. o.o;; ))

// Trish (N)o/n(A)me \\

It was cold out here.
Yep, this was among Trish's only thoughts at this point, sitting outside her relaxation vault, leaning against the rail. She didn't even seem to notice the near endless pit or the absolutely huge expanse in all directions, only obstructed with, you guessed it, more vaults. She didn't know what to think anymore, you know. What was the last thing she remembered, anyway? Green stuff, mostly. Potatoes, for some reason. You know, meaningless things without context.

Minutes before, she'd woken up to an automated recording just ending its speech with a repetitive 'nine nine nine...' a few seconds prior to it fizzling out in nicely punctuated static. Then there was simply nothing. No one knocking on the door of the vault cleverly disguised as a cozy apartment room (though, with an innumerable age, it looked pretty disgusting, to tell the truth), no one coming to tell her how her father had made another breakthrough, just the feeling of a damp, sunken bed and the breathing of recycled air.

So Trish just left, opening the door and stepping out on the catwalk, sitting down and curling against her knees, staring into the room she was just now seeing as her vault. One might think she was going into shock, or something, withdrawing indefinitely. That wasn't the case. She was just trying to think, is all. Despite her (relatively, she'd argue) childish nature, she had a sharp mind when she willed it into action... She wasn't finding much will to do so right now though. So, with an empty head to accompany an empty stare, she watched the dust trickle from the ugly ceiling of her Relaxation Chamber. Her chamber. She almost couldn't believe it...

What did she have to believe anymore? That she was... sometime, somewhere, somehow? Yeah, that was really reassuring, to know you didn't know squat. She finger-combed her hair absentmindedly, not noting how dirty it felt alone... She finally decided to move. Standing up with slightly shaky legs, Trish simply started walking. She didn't know where, but the largeness of the Relaxation Center coupled with the lack of heating gave the gusty air quite a chilling bite. So, tending to like the concept of self-preservation, she wanted to find a place that wasn't trying to turn her insides into ice. Exaggerating, maybe. Comfortable, no. Luckily, there was a door nearby! Huzzah! She practically ran through, forgetting to close the door as she ran down the hallway, chased by a cold breeze...

Then she burst through another door, and shut it behind her. A glass panel at one end of the room signified that she was in the area overlooking the test chambers... She didn't know what to do from here, even less so than when she was mindlessly sitting out in the Relaxation Center...

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