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DomesticChell leaned back, resting her weight on the curved metal bearings of her boots. Blood pulsed in her ears and her fingers, which were currently gripped hard around the portal gun. The jump in front of her could potentially be very challenging, possibly even deadly, not that that deterred her much from taking it - most of the jumps in Aperture were that way. Still, though, she allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, to plan her route, to calculate her chances of success. They were relatively low, when she got down to the bottom of it, but then she'd never been one for the simple solution, especially not here. "Simplicity" was the very antithesis of Aperture, probably the antithesis of science itself.
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She sighed and, with just a moment's preparation, began running full-speed down the long catwalk stretching out in front of her. As she did, she aimed the portal gun in front of and below her, firing it through the grated surface, grinning as a bright blue ring appeared on a single pa