not subtle revealings [Guess who's having a terrible day? This cheerleader. Waking up here hasn't exactly been an improvement from the last terrifying place she was trapped. She's carried her letter on white cardstock with her all the way to the deck, following the crowd until she's gotten to the right place. And she knows it must be, because she sees exactly who Gal Friday is supposed to be. She's the one without a face. The faceless woman handing out leis like this is summer vacation.
After everything she's recently experienced, this whole situation is a big source of anxiety for her. So she steps behind the person closest to her, willing herself to be as small as possible as she tucks her hands up into her sweater. She's seen and approached anyway, and Chrissy can only stare at Gal with a wide eyed look of fear as the lei is slipped over her head.
In an effort to escape the close proximity, she side steps. This bumps her right into the person she's been trying to hide behind. Her legs really don't seem to want to work. She gives an apologetic look as she stumbles back.]
Do you think it's okay to walk around now? I really don't think I can be here.
reminder of a temporary feeling [Someone's a little on edge. She's sure this boat has some really great qualities, but she can't shake the feeling that she's being watched. Or maybe like she should be being watched, most likely by her own reflection. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't find anything where she can see what she looks like.
That's how she winds up in front of a television screen, thinking maybe she can see herself if she looks hard enough. And there's something there, and it's only when she leans in a little closer that she sees what they are. She's completely transfixed, even when she realizes the faces aren't her own. Help me, they scream. Get me out.
As someone who was recently trapped in a hopeless situation where there was no escape, Chrissy's terrified. Still, she reaches out with a shaky hand to try and touch at the television screen. The second she does is when the hands reach through grab her, and she screams as she tries to pull away.
She flails and shoves wildly as they attempt to pull her in. Her screams grow louder as she struggles more. Go away, go away, go away! She's just as desperate as they are, but it takes a hand on her shoulder pulling her back to help free her. She's pale and trembling once she's free, and ducks away from the hand that's just helped her. It's rude, and she knows it. But she's about two seconds away from losing it completely.]
Wait. [she realizes maybe this wasn't another hallucination at all] Did you see that too?
complex momentos [Chrissy doesn't really hang around arcades. But any teenage girl from the 1980s knows how to play the little crane games where you can win a cute stuffed animal. She's excited to give this much larger one a try, but wants to watch others play first. It's not that she's not sure how to play, but she's curious to see if this is one of those machines that drops everything it picks up.
She quietly watches someone play, rounding about to the side of the machine to look at the prizes inside. Her nose scrunches up in distaste once she finally sees the variety of "prizes".]
Is that a dead lizard? [It's definitely a dead lizard. Who would do a thing like that?]
Maybe you should try for that instead. [She's pointing to a stuffed animal all the way in the corner. Look at how normal and fun that looks compared to...just about everything else inside this machine.]
chrissy cunningham | stranger things
[Guess who's having a terrible day? This cheerleader. Waking up here hasn't exactly been an improvement from the last terrifying place she was trapped. She's carried her letter on white cardstock with her all the way to the deck, following the crowd until she's gotten to the right place. And she knows it must be, because she sees exactly who Gal Friday is supposed to be. She's the one without a face. The faceless woman handing out leis like this is summer vacation.
After everything she's recently experienced, this whole situation is a big source of anxiety for her. So she steps behind the person closest to her, willing herself to be as small as possible as she tucks her hands up into her sweater. She's seen and approached anyway, and Chrissy can only stare at Gal with a wide eyed look of fear as the lei is slipped over her head.
In an effort to escape the close proximity, she side steps. This bumps her right into the person she's been trying to hide behind. Her legs really don't seem to want to work. She gives an apologetic look as she stumbles back.]
Do you think it's okay to walk around now? I really don't think I can be here.
reminder of a temporary feeling
[Someone's a little on edge. She's sure this boat has some really great qualities, but she can't shake the feeling that she's being watched. Or maybe like she should be being watched, most likely by her own reflection. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't find anything where she can see what she looks like.
That's how she winds up in front of a television screen, thinking maybe she can see herself if she looks hard enough. And there's something there, and it's only when she leans in a little closer that she sees what they are. She's completely transfixed, even when she realizes the faces aren't her own. Help me, they scream. Get me out.
As someone who was recently trapped in a hopeless situation where there was no escape, Chrissy's terrified. Still, she reaches out with a shaky hand to try and touch at the television screen. The second she does is when the hands reach through grab her, and she screams as she tries to pull away.
She flails and shoves wildly as they attempt to pull her in. Her screams grow louder as she struggles more. Go away, go away, go away! She's just as desperate as they are, but it takes a hand on her shoulder pulling her back to help free her. She's pale and trembling once she's free, and ducks away from the hand that's just helped her. It's rude, and she knows it. But she's about two seconds away from losing it completely.]
Wait. [she realizes maybe this wasn't another hallucination at all] Did you see that too?
complex momentos
[Chrissy doesn't really hang around arcades. But any teenage girl from the 1980s knows how to play the little crane games where you can win a cute stuffed animal. She's excited to give this much larger one a try, but wants to watch others play first. It's not that she's not sure how to play, but she's curious to see if this is one of those machines that drops everything it picks up.
She quietly watches someone play, rounding about to the side of the machine to look at the prizes inside. Her nose scrunches up in distaste once she finally sees the variety of "prizes".]
Is that a dead lizard? [It's definitely a dead lizard. Who would do a thing like that?]
Maybe you should try for that instead. [She's pointing to a stuffed animal all the way in the corner. Look at how normal and fun that looks compared to...just about everything else inside this machine.]