[AINMHIAN] PERMISSIONS POST
Sep. 22nd, 2027 09:36 amOOC
Backtagging: Check with me if it's been more than a couple weeks? Only because I can get bogged down and I don't want anyone to feel I'm ignoring a backtag I may not be able to get to!
Threadhopping: ...assume this is the same as threadjacking? If it ain't filtered, get in there and make some trouble, I double dog dare you.
Fourthwalling: Sure!
Offensive subjects: Emotional abuse. Also fair warning: I have a hard time pertaining to anything connected to the winter holiday season. Tagging isn't off limits, but I will drop a thread if I feel I can't handle it, especially for anything Christmas related in particular.
IC
Hugging this character: Absolutely.
Kissing this character: ...better ask first. Twitchy vigilante is twitchy.
Flirting with this character: Flirt. Just careful: she snarks. But won't bite unless you're into it. XD
Fighting with this character: Argue? Sure, negative CR can be fun! Physically? Yes, but be advised: she's a vigilante AND a trained hunter. She'll get her licks in.
Injuring this character: Minor, it's ok to knock her around a little. Major, check with me first.
Killing this character: Check with me first.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure! But if it's a serial thing, and not a one off, ask me about what's out in the open and what you have to root around for.
Anything else: If I think if anything, I'll add it here. :)
Warnings: Death (character has died but is as yet unaware of it), parental death, extreme violence
Backtagging: Check with me if it's been more than a couple weeks? Only because I can get bogged down and I don't want anyone to feel I'm ignoring a backtag I may not be able to get to!
Threadhopping: ...assume this is the same as threadjacking? If it ain't filtered, get in there and make some trouble, I double dog dare you.
Fourthwalling: Sure!
Offensive subjects: Emotional abuse. Also fair warning: I have a hard time pertaining to anything connected to the winter holiday season. Tagging isn't off limits, but I will drop a thread if I feel I can't handle it, especially for anything Christmas related in particular.
IC
Hugging this character: Absolutely.
Kissing this character: ...better ask first. Twitchy vigilante is twitchy.
Flirting with this character: Flirt. Just careful: she snarks. But won't bite unless you're into it. XD
Fighting with this character: Argue? Sure, negative CR can be fun! Physically? Yes, but be advised: she's a vigilante AND a trained hunter. She'll get her licks in.
Injuring this character: Minor, it's ok to knock her around a little. Major, check with me first.
Killing this character: Check with me first.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure! But if it's a serial thing, and not a one off, ask me about what's out in the open and what you have to root around for.
Anything else: If I think if anything, I'll add it here. :)
Warnings: Death (character has died but is as yet unaware of it), parental death, extreme violence
Allison's Voicemail
Mar. 23rd, 2024 01:44 pmHey, it's Allison! Leave a message, I'll get back to you. Thanks! Bye.
[BEEP]
[BEEP]
PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Liz/EC
AGE: 37mental age of 12
CONTACT: Plurk: madwomanwithabox, AIM: madwomanwabox
CHARACTERS PLAYED: Tiberius of the Deep, Ellis Moorhaven
RESERVED? Nope!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Allison Argent
CANON: TEEN WOLF (TV SERIES)
CANON POINT: Allison is CRAU, but her original departure from canon was after the events of "Letharia Vulpina" from season 3B, after visitng Peter Hale with Lydia and discovering he had a daughter.
AGE: 19 (almost 20 after approximately two years in City of Darrow)
HISTORY: Wiki link 1, Wiki link 2, Wiki link 3
PAST GAME MEMORIES: After her arrival in the mysterious city of Darrow, Allison swiftly made several important adoptive familial connections, among them being Newt Geiszler and Tara Donahue, in addition to finding other members of her pack and meeting the boy she would eventually fall in love with, Jason Todd. She swiftly settled into a normal life, struggling to keep her existence as far from violence and the supernatural as possible until the night she was mugged...and saved by the Red Hood.
After a combination of the mugging, and a brief period where she was temporarily transformed into a werewolf, Allison found herself drawn back into life as a hunter by another name: with a few precautions taken, she began to patrol the streets of Darrow beneath a hood of her own, weapons in hand, and targeted the criminal element in the city...specifically, a gang calling themselves Lobos Locos: the Crazy Wolves. Working occasionally with the likes of the Red Hood and others, Allison became known as the Alpha, and claimed the symbol of the wolf as her own.
She sank far deeper into this identity when she learned that Jason Todd and the Red Hood were one and the same. With his help, she became a more proficient vigilante, upgraded her gear, and found joy in sharing not just a more meaningful relationship with Jason, but sharing her secret love of violence with him. By day, she still lived and worked as a normal teenager, even acquiring a couple of pets and discovering possible relatives in the form of the Musketeers, men with potential ties to the Argent bloodline in her world. She even opened her own shooting range and social space, as well as a new division of Argent Arms--but by night, she lived her life more honestly out of a sub basement of the shooting range complex, stalking the streets as the Alpha.
Her zeal for the vigilante lifestyle became less healthy after Jason Todd's disappearance, with far more violent encounters resulting from her work than before. Where she would once leave gang bangers at the local police station, doing little more than mutilating gang clothing or tattoos, many more of these individuals required hospitalization after facing her. Gradually, however, she began to heal from her loss, with the help of friends like Tris Prior and a private ritual of acquiring a tattoo in Jason's honor. It is around this time that she will leave the City and appear in this game..
PERSONALITY: Allison is both soft spoken and strong willed by nature. Left to her own devices, she’s a very gentle young woman: kind, friendly, and sweet. She is also very passionate, however, and that passion combined with that strong will have given her a little bit of a rebellious streak. She’s willing to break the rules with good reason, such as helping her friends or spending time with the boy she loves.
She is wholly motivated by emotion and thinks with her heart early on, but when she trains to be a hunter, she learns to think more clinically and rationally. It’s a skill she struggles with, but the focus she has gained in her life as a markswoman helps her in this respect. Still, her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve proves to be a weakness when her grandfather uses her depth of feeling to manipulate her after her mother’s death, and later proves to be deadly when her pain and her rage drive her to push Scott away, then hunt down the wolves in Derek’s pack like animals.
Despite the fact that we see a more guarded Allison in Season 3, one thing that has never changed in all her struggles has been her loyalty. It is a source of both strength and suffering for her, because although it makes her a valuable member of the McCall pack, it’s also an endless source of conflict. She loves her family and feels real guilt at betraying them and the legacy her father holds so dear, but refuses to turn her back on her friends. It’s also tested her in her personal life since ending her relationship with Scott, and slowly developing feelings for another member of his pack in Isaac Lahey. The endless struggle of balancing her love of family with her love of friends and the love of another boy takes its toll, but the struggle has shaped who she is...because she has no one left to call family except her father, who loves her unconditionally, and would not have survived her trial by fire if not for her friends, who have accepted her even at her absolute worst.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Allison is bog standard human, but has what has been described in her canon as 'perfect aim,' which is a skill rather than a supernatural gift. She is a trained markswoman, and can hit nearly any target she sets her eyes on. She favors bow and arrow, as well as knives, but she also grew up knowing how to use a gun, and has expanded her familiarity with various other weapons during her time in Darrow. She is also a trained supernatural hunter, and has exceptional hand to hand combat skills. Her service as a vigilante has served to enhance and expand these combat skills, however none of her abilities go beyond natural human talent and extensive training.
SAMPLES:
SAMPLE 1: Allison acquires two new pets.
SAMPLE 2: Allison acquires a new tattoo.
ANYTHING ELSE? Watch out, folks: she's a climber. Expect a lot of rooftop brooding. XD
NAME: Liz/EC
AGE: 37
CONTACT: Plurk: madwomanwithabox, AIM: madwomanwabox
CHARACTERS PLAYED: Tiberius of the Deep, Ellis Moorhaven
RESERVED? Nope!
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Allison Argent
CANON: TEEN WOLF (TV SERIES)
CANON POINT: Allison is CRAU, but her original departure from canon was after the events of "Letharia Vulpina" from season 3B, after visitng Peter Hale with Lydia and discovering he had a daughter.
AGE: 19 (almost 20 after approximately two years in City of Darrow)
HISTORY: Wiki link 1, Wiki link 2, Wiki link 3
PAST GAME MEMORIES: After her arrival in the mysterious city of Darrow, Allison swiftly made several important adoptive familial connections, among them being Newt Geiszler and Tara Donahue, in addition to finding other members of her pack and meeting the boy she would eventually fall in love with, Jason Todd. She swiftly settled into a normal life, struggling to keep her existence as far from violence and the supernatural as possible until the night she was mugged...and saved by the Red Hood.
After a combination of the mugging, and a brief period where she was temporarily transformed into a werewolf, Allison found herself drawn back into life as a hunter by another name: with a few precautions taken, she began to patrol the streets of Darrow beneath a hood of her own, weapons in hand, and targeted the criminal element in the city...specifically, a gang calling themselves Lobos Locos: the Crazy Wolves. Working occasionally with the likes of the Red Hood and others, Allison became known as the Alpha, and claimed the symbol of the wolf as her own.
She sank far deeper into this identity when she learned that Jason Todd and the Red Hood were one and the same. With his help, she became a more proficient vigilante, upgraded her gear, and found joy in sharing not just a more meaningful relationship with Jason, but sharing her secret love of violence with him. By day, she still lived and worked as a normal teenager, even acquiring a couple of pets and discovering possible relatives in the form of the Musketeers, men with potential ties to the Argent bloodline in her world. She even opened her own shooting range and social space, as well as a new division of Argent Arms--but by night, she lived her life more honestly out of a sub basement of the shooting range complex, stalking the streets as the Alpha.
Her zeal for the vigilante lifestyle became less healthy after Jason Todd's disappearance, with far more violent encounters resulting from her work than before. Where she would once leave gang bangers at the local police station, doing little more than mutilating gang clothing or tattoos, many more of these individuals required hospitalization after facing her. Gradually, however, she began to heal from her loss, with the help of friends like Tris Prior and a private ritual of acquiring a tattoo in Jason's honor. It is around this time that she will leave the City and appear in this game..
PERSONALITY: Allison is both soft spoken and strong willed by nature. Left to her own devices, she’s a very gentle young woman: kind, friendly, and sweet. She is also very passionate, however, and that passion combined with that strong will have given her a little bit of a rebellious streak. She’s willing to break the rules with good reason, such as helping her friends or spending time with the boy she loves.
She is wholly motivated by emotion and thinks with her heart early on, but when she trains to be a hunter, she learns to think more clinically and rationally. It’s a skill she struggles with, but the focus she has gained in her life as a markswoman helps her in this respect. Still, her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve proves to be a weakness when her grandfather uses her depth of feeling to manipulate her after her mother’s death, and later proves to be deadly when her pain and her rage drive her to push Scott away, then hunt down the wolves in Derek’s pack like animals.
Despite the fact that we see a more guarded Allison in Season 3, one thing that has never changed in all her struggles has been her loyalty. It is a source of both strength and suffering for her, because although it makes her a valuable member of the McCall pack, it’s also an endless source of conflict. She loves her family and feels real guilt at betraying them and the legacy her father holds so dear, but refuses to turn her back on her friends. It’s also tested her in her personal life since ending her relationship with Scott, and slowly developing feelings for another member of his pack in Isaac Lahey. The endless struggle of balancing her love of family with her love of friends and the love of another boy takes its toll, but the struggle has shaped who she is...because she has no one left to call family except her father, who loves her unconditionally, and would not have survived her trial by fire if not for her friends, who have accepted her even at her absolute worst.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Allison is bog standard human, but has what has been described in her canon as 'perfect aim,' which is a skill rather than a supernatural gift. She is a trained markswoman, and can hit nearly any target she sets her eyes on. She favors bow and arrow, as well as knives, but she also grew up knowing how to use a gun, and has expanded her familiarity with various other weapons during her time in Darrow. She is also a trained supernatural hunter, and has exceptional hand to hand combat skills. Her service as a vigilante has served to enhance and expand these combat skills, however none of her abilities go beyond natural human talent and extensive training.
SAMPLES:
SAMPLE 1: Allison acquires two new pets.
SAMPLE 2: Allison acquires a new tattoo.
ANYTHING ELSE? Watch out, folks: she's a climber. Expect a lot of rooftop brooding. XD
Things were different when she got back to Beacon Hills.
Darrow stayed with her, as did Jason when things got worse. The Nogitsune, the Oni, Stiles...the new scar that joined the others won by the Alpha on the streets of Darrow courtesy of the destruction of Noshiko's last tail. It was through her new skills she'd avoided being skewered completely, and it was everything Jason had been to her that she returned to after Stiles was safe.
She'd sent a letter to the pack after she'd skipped town.
With money she'd stolen from her father's safe, a few of his guns, her bow and some clothes, she'd gone to the only place that felt like home anymore: New York. It made her feel closer to Jason, and it was easier to set herself up. The right fake ID matched her age after her time in Darrow, there were places a girl with a taste for blood could crash without being bothered...and there were plenty of places a vigilante could ply her trade.
Body armor was harder to come by. The motorcycle, not so much. She gained more scars, ran from the cops more often in the beginning, but she was far more careful. Cops were smarter, tech was better--but the gangbangers and drug dealers were easier to scare, too.
As long as no one died, the cops made the cases involving a tiny hooded girl making mince meat of clear cut bad guys pretty much stayed on the bottom of the pile atop the desks of detectives statewide.
And during the day, when she wasn't studying at NYU, Allison was enjoying East Coast autumns, making decent money doing clerical work for a pediatrician, and trying very hard to reclaim the slice of serenity she'd found in Darrow.
Darrow stayed with her, as did Jason when things got worse. The Nogitsune, the Oni, Stiles...the new scar that joined the others won by the Alpha on the streets of Darrow courtesy of the destruction of Noshiko's last tail. It was through her new skills she'd avoided being skewered completely, and it was everything Jason had been to her that she returned to after Stiles was safe.
She'd sent a letter to the pack after she'd skipped town.
With money she'd stolen from her father's safe, a few of his guns, her bow and some clothes, she'd gone to the only place that felt like home anymore: New York. It made her feel closer to Jason, and it was easier to set herself up. The right fake ID matched her age after her time in Darrow, there were places a girl with a taste for blood could crash without being bothered...and there were plenty of places a vigilante could ply her trade.
Body armor was harder to come by. The motorcycle, not so much. She gained more scars, ran from the cops more often in the beginning, but she was far more careful. Cops were smarter, tech was better--but the gangbangers and drug dealers were easier to scare, too.
As long as no one died, the cops made the cases involving a tiny hooded girl making mince meat of clear cut bad guys pretty much stayed on the bottom of the pile atop the desks of detectives statewide.
And during the day, when she wasn't studying at NYU, Allison was enjoying East Coast autumns, making decent money doing clerical work for a pediatrician, and trying very hard to reclaim the slice of serenity she'd found in Darrow.
[pieria] App: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF
May. 7th, 2017 09:03 am❦ OOC Information
Name: Liz/EC
Contact: email: madwomanwabox at gmail dot com / plurk: madwomanwithabox
Invite: Amber
❦ IC Information
Character name: Allison Argent
Canon name: TEEN WOLF
Canon point: Just after the events off Season 3B episode "Letharia Vulpina", plus previous game history.
Age: 19 (almost 20 after approximately two years in City of Darrow)
Species: Human!
History: First wiki link, Second wiki link
CRAU:
After her arrival in the mysterious city of Darrow, Allison swiftly made several important familial connections, among them being Newt Geiszler and Tara Donahue, in addition to finding other members of her pack and meeting the boy she would eventually fall in love with, Jason Todd. She swiftly settled into a normal life, struggling to keep her existence as far from violence and the supernatural as possible until the night she was mugged...and saved by the Red Hood.
After a combination of the mugging, and a brief period where she was temporarily transformed into a werewolf, Allison found herself drawn back into life as a hunter by another name: with a few precautions taken, she began to patrol the streets of Darrow beneath a hood, weapons in hand, and targeted the criminal element in the city...specifically, a gang calling themselves Lobos Locos: the Crazy Wolves. Working occasionally with the likes of the Red Hood and others, Allison became known as the Alpha, and claimed the symbol of the wolf as her own.
She sank far deeper into this identity when she learned that Jason Todd and the Red Hood were one and the same. With his help, she became a more proficient vigilante, upgraded her gear, and found joy in sharing not just a more meaningful relationship with Jason, but sharing her secret love of violence with him. By day, she still lived and worked as a normal teenager, even acquiring a couple of pets and discovering possible relatives in the form of the Musketeers, men with potential ties to the Argent bloodline in her world. She even opened her own shooting range and social space, as well as a new division of Argent Arms--but by night, she lived her life more honestly out of a sub basement of the shooting range complex, stalking the streets as the Alpha.
Her zeal for the vigilante lifestyle became less healthy after Jason Todd's disappearance, with far more violent encounters resulting from her work than before. Where she would once leave gang bangers at the local police station, doing little more than mutilating gang clothing or tattoos, many more of these individuals required hospitalization after facing her. Gradually, however, she began to heal from her loss, with the help of friends like Tris Prior and a private ritual of acquiring a tattoo in Jason's honor. It is around this time that she will leave the City and appear in this game.
Personality: Allison is both soft spoken and strong willed by nature. Left to her own devices, she’s a very gentle young woman: kind, friendly, and sweet. She is also very passionate, however, and that passion combined with that strong will have given her a little bit of a rebellious streak. She’s willing to break the rules with good reason, such as helping her friends or spending time with the boy she loves.
She is wholly motivated by emotion and thinks with her heart early on, but when she trains to be a hunter, she learns to think more clinically and rationally. It’s a skill she struggles with, but the focus she has gained in her life as a markswoman helps her in this respect. Still, her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve proves to be a weakness when her grandfather uses her depth of feeling to manipulate her after her mother’s death, and later proves to be deadly when her pain and her rage drive her to push Scott away, then hunt down the wolves in Derek’s pack like animals.
Despite the fact that we see a more guarded Allison in Season 3, one thing that has never changed in all her struggles has been her loyalty. It is a source of both strength and suffering for her, because although it makes her a valuable member of the McCall pack, it’s also an endless source of conflict. She loves her family and feels real guilt at betraying them and the legacy her father holds so dear, but refuses to turn her back on her friends. It’s also tested her in her personal life since ending her relationship with Scott, and slowly developing feelings for another member of his pack in Isaac Lahey. The endless struggle of balancing her love of family with her love of friends and the love of another boy takes its toll, but the struggle has shaped who she is...because she has no one left to call family except her father, who loves her unconditionally, and would not have survived her trial by fire if not for her friends, who have accepted her even at her absolute worst.
Sex: Allison is a teenage girl with a healthy sex drive, and beyond some normal shyness doesn't really have any serious hangups about sex. Though she is healing from the scars of a serious loss, she's grown up enough to divorce sex from emotion, especially after so recently being hurt. She'll harden herself, but after a while her sex life will hopefully help her forge some new and meaningful relationships going forward. For the time being, she may actually see sex as a welcome distraction from lingering pain.
Inventory:
- one pair of skinny jeans, pants leg cut to accommodate a small cast
- one cast, encasing her left foot from toes to ankle
- one black tank top
- one matching set of lingerie (black cotton bra and panties)
- one black sandal
- one silver fleur-de-lis pendant
- one purse containing a plastic baggie full of baby carrots, a plastic baggie full of chopped chicken, her keys, a wallet with fifty dollars in Darrow currency, Darrow identification, and various rewards cards and credit cards from Beacon Hills
- one set of crutches
Powers: Allison is bog standard human, but has what has been described in her canon as 'perfect aim.' She is a trained markswoman, and can hit nearly any target she sets her eyes on. She favors bow and arrow, as well as knives, but she also grew up knowing how to use a gun, and has expanded her familiarity with various other weapons during her time in Darrow. She is also a trained supernatural hunter, and has exceptional hand to hand combat skills. Her service as a vigilante has served to enhance and expand these combat skills, however none of her abilities go beyond natural human talent and extensive training.
Sample:
Allison acquires new pets
Allison acquires a new tattoo...her second and most important
Anything else?: I think that'll do it!
Name: Liz/EC
Contact: email: madwomanwabox at gmail dot com / plurk: madwomanwithabox
Invite: Amber
❦ IC Information
Character name: Allison Argent
Canon name: TEEN WOLF
Canon point: Just after the events off Season 3B episode "Letharia Vulpina", plus previous game history.
Age: 19 (almost 20 after approximately two years in City of Darrow)
Species: Human!
History: First wiki link, Second wiki link
CRAU:
After her arrival in the mysterious city of Darrow, Allison swiftly made several important familial connections, among them being Newt Geiszler and Tara Donahue, in addition to finding other members of her pack and meeting the boy she would eventually fall in love with, Jason Todd. She swiftly settled into a normal life, struggling to keep her existence as far from violence and the supernatural as possible until the night she was mugged...and saved by the Red Hood.
After a combination of the mugging, and a brief period where she was temporarily transformed into a werewolf, Allison found herself drawn back into life as a hunter by another name: with a few precautions taken, she began to patrol the streets of Darrow beneath a hood, weapons in hand, and targeted the criminal element in the city...specifically, a gang calling themselves Lobos Locos: the Crazy Wolves. Working occasionally with the likes of the Red Hood and others, Allison became known as the Alpha, and claimed the symbol of the wolf as her own.
She sank far deeper into this identity when she learned that Jason Todd and the Red Hood were one and the same. With his help, she became a more proficient vigilante, upgraded her gear, and found joy in sharing not just a more meaningful relationship with Jason, but sharing her secret love of violence with him. By day, she still lived and worked as a normal teenager, even acquiring a couple of pets and discovering possible relatives in the form of the Musketeers, men with potential ties to the Argent bloodline in her world. She even opened her own shooting range and social space, as well as a new division of Argent Arms--but by night, she lived her life more honestly out of a sub basement of the shooting range complex, stalking the streets as the Alpha.
Her zeal for the vigilante lifestyle became less healthy after Jason Todd's disappearance, with far more violent encounters resulting from her work than before. Where she would once leave gang bangers at the local police station, doing little more than mutilating gang clothing or tattoos, many more of these individuals required hospitalization after facing her. Gradually, however, she began to heal from her loss, with the help of friends like Tris Prior and a private ritual of acquiring a tattoo in Jason's honor. It is around this time that she will leave the City and appear in this game.
Personality: Allison is both soft spoken and strong willed by nature. Left to her own devices, she’s a very gentle young woman: kind, friendly, and sweet. She is also very passionate, however, and that passion combined with that strong will have given her a little bit of a rebellious streak. She’s willing to break the rules with good reason, such as helping her friends or spending time with the boy she loves.
She is wholly motivated by emotion and thinks with her heart early on, but when she trains to be a hunter, she learns to think more clinically and rationally. It’s a skill she struggles with, but the focus she has gained in her life as a markswoman helps her in this respect. Still, her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve proves to be a weakness when her grandfather uses her depth of feeling to manipulate her after her mother’s death, and later proves to be deadly when her pain and her rage drive her to push Scott away, then hunt down the wolves in Derek’s pack like animals.
Despite the fact that we see a more guarded Allison in Season 3, one thing that has never changed in all her struggles has been her loyalty. It is a source of both strength and suffering for her, because although it makes her a valuable member of the McCall pack, it’s also an endless source of conflict. She loves her family and feels real guilt at betraying them and the legacy her father holds so dear, but refuses to turn her back on her friends. It’s also tested her in her personal life since ending her relationship with Scott, and slowly developing feelings for another member of his pack in Isaac Lahey. The endless struggle of balancing her love of family with her love of friends and the love of another boy takes its toll, but the struggle has shaped who she is...because she has no one left to call family except her father, who loves her unconditionally, and would not have survived her trial by fire if not for her friends, who have accepted her even at her absolute worst.
Sex: Allison is a teenage girl with a healthy sex drive, and beyond some normal shyness doesn't really have any serious hangups about sex. Though she is healing from the scars of a serious loss, she's grown up enough to divorce sex from emotion, especially after so recently being hurt. She'll harden herself, but after a while her sex life will hopefully help her forge some new and meaningful relationships going forward. For the time being, she may actually see sex as a welcome distraction from lingering pain.
Inventory:
- one pair of skinny jeans, pants leg cut to accommodate a small cast
- one cast, encasing her left foot from toes to ankle
- one black tank top
- one matching set of lingerie (black cotton bra and panties)
- one black sandal
- one silver fleur-de-lis pendant
- one purse containing a plastic baggie full of baby carrots, a plastic baggie full of chopped chicken, her keys, a wallet with fifty dollars in Darrow currency, Darrow identification, and various rewards cards and credit cards from Beacon Hills
- one set of crutches
Powers: Allison is bog standard human, but has what has been described in her canon as 'perfect aim.' She is a trained markswoman, and can hit nearly any target she sets her eyes on. She favors bow and arrow, as well as knives, but she also grew up knowing how to use a gun, and has expanded her familiarity with various other weapons during her time in Darrow. She is also a trained supernatural hunter, and has exceptional hand to hand combat skills. Her service as a vigilante has served to enhance and expand these combat skills, however none of her abilities go beyond natural human talent and extensive training.
Sample:
Allison acquires new pets
Allison acquires a new tattoo...her second and most important
Anything else?: I think that'll do it!
Allison knows she's lucky to be alive. It doesn't make the burden any easier, however.
In the end, the Oni stole a year of her life: six months in a coma, and another six months in rehab. First, she had to relearn how to breathe without the respirator, then she had to regain the strength and mobility she lost from being bedridden for so long.
The move was obvious: Beacon Hills was no longer safe for her, the deadpool proved that. It was easier for Allison Argent to stay dead...so after a long talk with her father and the rest of the pack, she obtained a new identity and enrolled at Louisiana State University under the name Allison Rappelevie.
Rappele a la vie... it was French for 'recalled to life.' It just...felt right.
School's challenging, especially balancing her classes with working to keep a roof over her head. She has a job waitressing at a local diner...the tips are good, and after the first week the more aggressive male regulars learned not to grab her ass. Martin Delacroix still wears a splint on the wrist she broke.
She teaches self defense at the local Y once a week. She has a favorite Chinese takeout place. Mornings, like this one, she jogs at a local park to keep herself in shape.
There are no more monsters to fight...but she still sleeps with her daggers under her pillow. She found an archery range to practice at four times a week, and she has a handgun registered in her name, along with three others that are unregistered. She still wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with no breath to scream, because she's dreaming of dying again: of failing to get those last words out, that final warning.
She dreams of living shadows and dark foxes, waiting to finish the job they started.
Last night was one of those nights, so she pushes herself hard on her morning run, pushes until her lungs are screaming and that dull throb in her sternum screams at her to stop.
She does, finally, stopping by a bench bordering the playground to stretch and cool down. The sweat she's worked up is chilling her now, reminding her of how it felt to bleed out. If she tries, she can still hear the distant pitch of Lydia's death scream...
She's distracted from her thoughts as a blonde sits down at the opposite end of the bench. She's pretty hot, which Allison notices. She's always noticed other girls, but somehow boys were just the ones that were harder to resist for her. Still, she sees it--feels it, the appeal of that tan skin, those blonde waves, and that face with a classic beauty that could easily belong to some medieval painting or turn of the century sepia photograph.
Then she sees the baby, and she just...melts.
For several long moments, with a leg propped up on the back of the bench, Allison bends to touch her chest to her knee and just watches the little girl staring quietly up at her mom while she waves a little bear in front of her, making the baby burble happily.
It's not until the mother stops playing with her daughter that Allison realizes she's staring...probably in a creepy way.
Glancing up to meet the mother's gaze, she smiles sheepishly. "I'm sorry, your daughter's just--completely the cutest thing I have ever seen."
In the end, the Oni stole a year of her life: six months in a coma, and another six months in rehab. First, she had to relearn how to breathe without the respirator, then she had to regain the strength and mobility she lost from being bedridden for so long.
The move was obvious: Beacon Hills was no longer safe for her, the deadpool proved that. It was easier for Allison Argent to stay dead...so after a long talk with her father and the rest of the pack, she obtained a new identity and enrolled at Louisiana State University under the name Allison Rappelevie.
Rappele a la vie... it was French for 'recalled to life.' It just...felt right.
School's challenging, especially balancing her classes with working to keep a roof over her head. She has a job waitressing at a local diner...the tips are good, and after the first week the more aggressive male regulars learned not to grab her ass. Martin Delacroix still wears a splint on the wrist she broke.
She teaches self defense at the local Y once a week. She has a favorite Chinese takeout place. Mornings, like this one, she jogs at a local park to keep herself in shape.
There are no more monsters to fight...but she still sleeps with her daggers under her pillow. She found an archery range to practice at four times a week, and she has a handgun registered in her name, along with three others that are unregistered. She still wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with no breath to scream, because she's dreaming of dying again: of failing to get those last words out, that final warning.
She dreams of living shadows and dark foxes, waiting to finish the job they started.
Last night was one of those nights, so she pushes herself hard on her morning run, pushes until her lungs are screaming and that dull throb in her sternum screams at her to stop.
She does, finally, stopping by a bench bordering the playground to stretch and cool down. The sweat she's worked up is chilling her now, reminding her of how it felt to bleed out. If she tries, she can still hear the distant pitch of Lydia's death scream...
She's distracted from her thoughts as a blonde sits down at the opposite end of the bench. She's pretty hot, which Allison notices. She's always noticed other girls, but somehow boys were just the ones that were harder to resist for her. Still, she sees it--feels it, the appeal of that tan skin, those blonde waves, and that face with a classic beauty that could easily belong to some medieval painting or turn of the century sepia photograph.
Then she sees the baby, and she just...melts.
For several long moments, with a leg propped up on the back of the bench, Allison bends to touch her chest to her knee and just watches the little girl staring quietly up at her mom while she waves a little bear in front of her, making the baby burble happily.
It's not until the mother stops playing with her daughter that Allison realizes she's staring...probably in a creepy way.
Glancing up to meet the mother's gaze, she smiles sheepishly. "I'm sorry, your daughter's just--completely the cutest thing I have ever seen."
"So...remind me how you know Crocker again?"
"Nathan..."
"It's an honest question!"
Allison has to cover her mouth to keep from giggling as Nathan Wuornos and Audrey Parker lead her into the Gray Gull, still trying to pump her for answers. Her first stop was the bed & breakfast, and after unpacking a few things she finally got Duchess and Brownie together to take a walk. Spotting Nathan hadn't been hard, based on Duke's descriptions of him ("good looking fella...but he's not really that tall, that's just the giant pole up his ass") and of Audrey (cute, sweet...super hot...still trying to figure out what she sees in Wuornos."), who was right beside him when Allison asked for directions to the bar.
"Whoah, you might wanna tie the dog up outside, Miss Argent."
Allison rolls her eyes at Nathan with a grin. "Relax, he's gonna want to see this little girl right here." At least, as long as he remembers her...and Allison, for that matter.
Truthfully, she's still not sure how this world hopping stuff works, or what happens to those that leave the Barge against their will.
She distracts herself by glancing around, with no sign of the big lummox anywhere.
"Could he be on the boat?" she asks, glancing at Audrey.
"No, I texted him." Audrey replies slowly, scanning the room. "He said he was here--don't worry, I didn't say anything about you...kitchen, maybe?..."
"Nathan..."
"It's an honest question!"
Allison has to cover her mouth to keep from giggling as Nathan Wuornos and Audrey Parker lead her into the Gray Gull, still trying to pump her for answers. Her first stop was the bed & breakfast, and after unpacking a few things she finally got Duchess and Brownie together to take a walk. Spotting Nathan hadn't been hard, based on Duke's descriptions of him ("good looking fella...but he's not really that tall, that's just the giant pole up his ass") and of Audrey (cute, sweet...super hot...still trying to figure out what she sees in Wuornos."), who was right beside him when Allison asked for directions to the bar.
"Whoah, you might wanna tie the dog up outside, Miss Argent."
Allison rolls her eyes at Nathan with a grin. "Relax, he's gonna want to see this little girl right here." At least, as long as he remembers her...and Allison, for that matter.
Truthfully, she's still not sure how this world hopping stuff works, or what happens to those that leave the Barge against their will.
She distracts herself by glancing around, with no sign of the big lummox anywhere.
"Could he be on the boat?" she asks, glancing at Audrey.
"No, I texted him." Audrey replies slowly, scanning the room. "He said he was here--don't worry, I didn't say anything about you...kitchen, maybe?..."
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lydiascreams}(My brain spat out a thing about how Allison gets her deal. It's upsetting and it hurts but it has a happy ending, obviously. Read at the peril of your feels.)
( Scott will never forget the sound her heart made as it stopped beating. )
( Scott will never forget the sound her heart made as it stopped beating. )
[Spam-ish - OPEN]
[When Allison returns to the Barge, she's happier than she's ever been. Paris was a perfect vacation, she's loaded down with new clothes, shoes, food, and souvenirs...and she's spent several days of her week in a luxurious borrowed bed with Isaac wrapped around her like a blanket.
She goes looking for her people, but they don't all show up right away. She waits to check on people as they seem to pop back in clusters, scans the network, and settles in to the task of unpacking, tending her animals...she has plenty to keep her busy.
As the hours wear on, however, she feels a growing sense of...something. She can't put her finger on it, but there's something that's just not right.
She sleeps on it. The trip was fun, but exhausting in a good way. Sliding into a new satin sleep shirt she got at a boutique in Paris, she curls up in bed with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess curled against her chest.
It's the perfect end to a perfect trip.
In the morning, she walks the ship looking for the pack. Every scent she finds without a problem, every heartbeat, every voice...all but one.
She's not ready for what she finds when she reaches Isaac's cabin.
There's no announcement. No message on the network, no text to those that know and love him.
Mid morning, the only word that anyone gets about Isaac's departure is the soul-shattering howl of a werewolf in mourning.
She's a nonentity on the ship that day. For a while, at least, Allison stays huddled in the corner of Isaac's abandoned cabin, sobbing openly. Later, if no one's found her there, she will flee down to Zero, where she can be found tucked into the furthest corner of the farmost cell with the door standing open. She'll no longer be weeping openly, but as she stares at the nearest wall, tears continue to spill silently from her eyes as she tries to make the open wound in her chest start healing.
Duke is gone, and she's coped. Zane is gone, and she had Duchess to hold onto, to make that loss easier to bear.
Isaac, however, is gone...she can feel that he's gone, and she can't bear it because she let him in so much further than she had before she arrived on the Barge.
Forgetting life with him is so much harder. It hurts that much more to carve him out of herself...to believe in a world without his constant, comforting warmth until she gets her deal and she can go home.
She has to stitch that hole back up and eliminate everything he gave to her here...because it's the only way she's going to be able to keep going without him.]
[When Allison returns to the Barge, she's happier than she's ever been. Paris was a perfect vacation, she's loaded down with new clothes, shoes, food, and souvenirs...and she's spent several days of her week in a luxurious borrowed bed with Isaac wrapped around her like a blanket.
She goes looking for her people, but they don't all show up right away. She waits to check on people as they seem to pop back in clusters, scans the network, and settles in to the task of unpacking, tending her animals...she has plenty to keep her busy.
As the hours wear on, however, she feels a growing sense of...something. She can't put her finger on it, but there's something that's just not right.
She sleeps on it. The trip was fun, but exhausting in a good way. Sliding into a new satin sleep shirt she got at a boutique in Paris, she curls up in bed with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess curled against her chest.
It's the perfect end to a perfect trip.
In the morning, she walks the ship looking for the pack. Every scent she finds without a problem, every heartbeat, every voice...all but one.
She's not ready for what she finds when she reaches Isaac's cabin.
There's no announcement. No message on the network, no text to those that know and love him.
Mid morning, the only word that anyone gets about Isaac's departure is the soul-shattering howl of a werewolf in mourning.
She's a nonentity on the ship that day. For a while, at least, Allison stays huddled in the corner of Isaac's abandoned cabin, sobbing openly. Later, if no one's found her there, she will flee down to Zero, where she can be found tucked into the furthest corner of the farmost cell with the door standing open. She'll no longer be weeping openly, but as she stares at the nearest wall, tears continue to spill silently from her eyes as she tries to make the open wound in her chest start healing.
Duke is gone, and she's coped. Zane is gone, and she had Duchess to hold onto, to make that loss easier to bear.
Isaac, however, is gone...she can feel that he's gone, and she can't bear it because she let him in so much further than she had before she arrived on the Barge.
Forgetting life with him is so much harder. It hurts that much more to carve him out of herself...to believe in a world without his constant, comforting warmth until she gets her deal and she can go home.
She has to stitch that hole back up and eliminate everything he gave to her here...because it's the only way she's going to be able to keep going without him.]
Allison was finally starting to realize what life without Scott would have felt like.
The two weeks after Jason's departure were a strange cocktail of grief so painful it wore her down and left her numb, white hot rage, and a sense of obligation that left her with no time, energy, or will to look after herself.
Athos got his muffins every couple of days. She was readying herself for graduation. She got a small raise at work. Beta and Todd got walked, and every night after dinner she went back to reviewing the material on her local options for college with one or both curled up on her lap or draped across her shoulders. There was also, of course, the odd night here and there when she let herself into her uncles' apartment to bring by extra baked goods, treats for the Captain, or just quietly took a look around to make sure they were taking care of themselves.
And at night, she would take to the streets. More of her targets ended up at the hospital these days than ended up at the police station, all of them deathly afraid of the Alpha and her cold, unchecked fury.
The Alpha alone emptied herself out, raging and screaming and feeling. Allison herself, as she fulfilled her obligations, was stoic, at best. She often forgot to eat, taken to nibbling when she cooked for others and often making up for it with a post-patrol pizza in America's honor, and stayed out so late as the Alpha that she grew pale and visibly exhausted.
The last time she lost the boy she loved, she kept him in secret. When she really lost him, it was her choice. She escaped for a summer...she traveled, she at least tried to heal.
This time, she had no secret affair, no place to run. It was just Allison and her pain...and she couldn't even talk to her uncles about it. Especially Porthos.
She felt the void today as she quietly let herself into their apartment, a bag of muffins under one arm. It wasn't intentional, but along with some leftovers from the batch of chocolate orange she'd made for Athos, there were a few of the chocolate salted caramel Porthos loved so much.
She didn't say a word as she used her key to unlock the door. She headed for the kitchen and immediately checked to see if they had any older ones that were frozen for later. She was dressed for work, but the white slip dress and black cardigan were plain, clearly chosen for ease of removal for later, when she got into her gear. She was also wearing more make up than usual, with plenty of concealer to hide not just the circles under her eyes, but a healing bruise on her jaw from a fight the week before.
She'd grown better at concealing wounds since the night she'd been mugged.
While she was aware of Porthos, she said nothing to him. The night after he found her, she'd tried to talk to him, but he hadn't said a word to her. She'd stopped a couple days later, as the sorrow wore and the rage burned...
Today, the Captain was the only one to greet her, leaping onto the nearby counter to miaow in greeting. Shutting the freezer, she stopped long enough to quietly stroke his back and offer him her fingers so he could smell what Todd and Beta had been up to.
The two weeks after Jason's departure were a strange cocktail of grief so painful it wore her down and left her numb, white hot rage, and a sense of obligation that left her with no time, energy, or will to look after herself.
Athos got his muffins every couple of days. She was readying herself for graduation. She got a small raise at work. Beta and Todd got walked, and every night after dinner she went back to reviewing the material on her local options for college with one or both curled up on her lap or draped across her shoulders. There was also, of course, the odd night here and there when she let herself into her uncles' apartment to bring by extra baked goods, treats for the Captain, or just quietly took a look around to make sure they were taking care of themselves.
And at night, she would take to the streets. More of her targets ended up at the hospital these days than ended up at the police station, all of them deathly afraid of the Alpha and her cold, unchecked fury.
The Alpha alone emptied herself out, raging and screaming and feeling. Allison herself, as she fulfilled her obligations, was stoic, at best. She often forgot to eat, taken to nibbling when she cooked for others and often making up for it with a post-patrol pizza in America's honor, and stayed out so late as the Alpha that she grew pale and visibly exhausted.
The last time she lost the boy she loved, she kept him in secret. When she really lost him, it was her choice. She escaped for a summer...she traveled, she at least tried to heal.
This time, she had no secret affair, no place to run. It was just Allison and her pain...and she couldn't even talk to her uncles about it. Especially Porthos.
She felt the void today as she quietly let herself into their apartment, a bag of muffins under one arm. It wasn't intentional, but along with some leftovers from the batch of chocolate orange she'd made for Athos, there were a few of the chocolate salted caramel Porthos loved so much.
She didn't say a word as she used her key to unlock the door. She headed for the kitchen and immediately checked to see if they had any older ones that were frozen for later. She was dressed for work, but the white slip dress and black cardigan were plain, clearly chosen for ease of removal for later, when she got into her gear. She was also wearing more make up than usual, with plenty of concealer to hide not just the circles under her eyes, but a healing bruise on her jaw from a fight the week before.
She'd grown better at concealing wounds since the night she'd been mugged.
While she was aware of Porthos, she said nothing to him. The night after he found her, she'd tried to talk to him, but he hadn't said a word to her. She'd stopped a couple days later, as the sorrow wore and the rage burned...
Today, the Captain was the only one to greet her, leaping onto the nearby counter to miaow in greeting. Shutting the freezer, she stopped long enough to quietly stroke his back and offer him her fingers so he could smell what Todd and Beta had been up to.
[PUBLIC VIDEO]
[When the feed clicks on, it's filled with the happiest Allison anyone has ever seen, and a high-pitched squeal of glee.]
WE'RE IN PARIS!
[After the feed jostles with some dancing in place, and a distant, cheery bark from Brownie, Allison manages to compose herself.
Still grinning like an idiot.]
From the looks of it, it's modern, so to all interested parties? I'm not staying on board the ship while we're here. I have family in the city, I'll be looking them up and staying with them. I spent a summer here, so anyone that wants to look for some fun things to do? Hit me up.
...oh, one more thing! I speak fluent French, so buzz me if you want to meet up and need a translator!
[She tosses off a little wave, then shifts off-camera to pick up Duchess and hold her in the camera.]
Say bye bye, ma petite!
[She promptly holds Duchess up in front of her face, and in her squeakiest voice, "Duchess" says...]
Au revoir!
[Beacon Hills Pack]
I'll be staying at the family estate while we're here. You're all welcome there, if you don't want to stay on the Barge. Just let me know so I can tell them how many to expect.
[PRIVATE;Tig Trager]
You know the drill: meet me at my cabin to pick up Dad's gun. If you get into any trouble while you're here, drop my name. And leave me a day open: I want to hang out with both you and Venus, but maybe we could have dinner together one night? Call it father/daughter time.
[PRIVATE;Isaac]
You're staying with me at the family estate.
[PORT SPAM]
[Allison's first stop is the suburbs of Paris, but when she can't locate the estate, a few discreet questions confirm her growing suspicion: nobody's heard of it.
Well...shit.
She heads closer to the city, intent on staying off the Barge until they leave port. With a little quick thinking, fast talking with a local real estate agent, and lock picking, she makes herself at home in a two hundred year old mansion that's still pretty spectacular. She sends a text to the rest of the pack, warning them that they've ended up in a world where the Argents don't exist, and updating them with the new address.
Her first day is spent at the house, getting to know the place and soaking in the quiet. Breakfast on the patio, surveying the city from her bedroom balcony...if anyone does stop by, she welcomes them, but otherwise she just lets herself commune quietly with the city that, deep in the marrow of her bones, feels like home.
For the rest of the trip, she spends most of her time in the city. There's at least a full day devoted to exploring the Louvre, and she makes damn sure she doesn't go alone.
Another day, she shops relentlessly, more likely than not with Lydia and Kira by her side. There are others that come and go, and she's on the spot to offer help with translation when she runs into others that are in need of assistance.
She sees all she can, with whomever she can on this trip. The palace at Versailles is a definite stop, though she avoids the Eiffel Tower for obvious reasons. There are moments, as well, while visiting Notre Dame and Sacre Coeur Basilica, where she actually takes a moment to stop and pray...she even goes so far to take confession at the Basilica, and after she does the bulk of her penance, leaves feeling a lot...cleaner than she did when she entered.
Towards the end of the trip, everyone Allison calls family or friends are invited to her place for a farewell party, where she spends nearly an entire day in the kitchen and shows all of her loved ones from the Barge that Argents can do a lot more than hunt or kill. She dredges up all the best recipes she can possibly remember from watching her mother in the kitchen, along with a few pieces of traditional French cuisine, and puts together a feast to remember, the crowning glory of which is the most decadent chocolate souffle anyone could hope for.
It's a night she'll never forget, and it makes leaving for the ship on her last day that much harder.]
[When the feed clicks on, it's filled with the happiest Allison anyone has ever seen, and a high-pitched squeal of glee.]
WE'RE IN PARIS!
[After the feed jostles with some dancing in place, and a distant, cheery bark from Brownie, Allison manages to compose herself.
Still grinning like an idiot.]
From the looks of it, it's modern, so to all interested parties? I'm not staying on board the ship while we're here. I have family in the city, I'll be looking them up and staying with them. I spent a summer here, so anyone that wants to look for some fun things to do? Hit me up.
...oh, one more thing! I speak fluent French, so buzz me if you want to meet up and need a translator!
[She tosses off a little wave, then shifts off-camera to pick up Duchess and hold her in the camera.]
Say bye bye, ma petite!
[She promptly holds Duchess up in front of her face, and in her squeakiest voice, "Duchess" says...]
Au revoir!
[Beacon Hills Pack]
I'll be staying at the family estate while we're here. You're all welcome there, if you don't want to stay on the Barge. Just let me know so I can tell them how many to expect.
[PRIVATE;Tig Trager]
You know the drill: meet me at my cabin to pick up Dad's gun. If you get into any trouble while you're here, drop my name. And leave me a day open: I want to hang out with both you and Venus, but maybe we could have dinner together one night? Call it father/daughter time.
[PRIVATE;Isaac]
You're staying with me at the family estate.
[PORT SPAM]
[Allison's first stop is the suburbs of Paris, but when she can't locate the estate, a few discreet questions confirm her growing suspicion: nobody's heard of it.
Well...shit.
She heads closer to the city, intent on staying off the Barge until they leave port. With a little quick thinking, fast talking with a local real estate agent, and lock picking, she makes herself at home in a two hundred year old mansion that's still pretty spectacular. She sends a text to the rest of the pack, warning them that they've ended up in a world where the Argents don't exist, and updating them with the new address.
Her first day is spent at the house, getting to know the place and soaking in the quiet. Breakfast on the patio, surveying the city from her bedroom balcony...if anyone does stop by, she welcomes them, but otherwise she just lets herself commune quietly with the city that, deep in the marrow of her bones, feels like home.
For the rest of the trip, she spends most of her time in the city. There's at least a full day devoted to exploring the Louvre, and she makes damn sure she doesn't go alone.
Another day, she shops relentlessly, more likely than not with Lydia and Kira by her side. There are others that come and go, and she's on the spot to offer help with translation when she runs into others that are in need of assistance.
She sees all she can, with whomever she can on this trip. The palace at Versailles is a definite stop, though she avoids the Eiffel Tower for obvious reasons. There are moments, as well, while visiting Notre Dame and Sacre Coeur Basilica, where she actually takes a moment to stop and pray...she even goes so far to take confession at the Basilica, and after she does the bulk of her penance, leaves feeling a lot...cleaner than she did when she entered.
Towards the end of the trip, everyone Allison calls family or friends are invited to her place for a farewell party, where she spends nearly an entire day in the kitchen and shows all of her loved ones from the Barge that Argents can do a lot more than hunt or kill. She dredges up all the best recipes she can possibly remember from watching her mother in the kitchen, along with a few pieces of traditional French cuisine, and puts together a feast to remember, the crowning glory of which is the most decadent chocolate souffle anyone could hope for.
It's a night she'll never forget, and it makes leaving for the ship on her last day that much harder.]
{forward dated to tomorrow, because the mun is impatient. :P}
[ACCIDENTAL PUBLIC VIDEO]
[When the feed flickers to life, it shows an unconscious Allison Argent, head half-buried in her pillow. The arm she has flung out towards the camera, fingertips looming large in the shot, show that she's the culprit who activated the transmission: more likely than not, she roused just enough to roll over and, in a sleepy haze, shut off a nonexistent alarm, inadvertently flicking on her video feed.
The dead transmission continues on until it is interrupted...she may be asleep, but Allison Argent's coma is officially over.]
[OPEN SPAM]
[Allison is in a miserable mood by the time she finally showers and gets dressed, heading to the dining hall to eat. For a while, she walks the corridors of the ship, just to stretch her legs and really start to feel awake again, with stops to pick up Brownie and Duchess along the way.
Once Brownie has been walked, unwilling to separate from them just yet, Allison finally heads for the pub. The keys jingle in her hand with a sad, hollow sound.
She files in with Brownie on her heels, surveying the place with a sigh. She'd requested custody of the place just after she realized Duke was gone, then fallen into another stupid coma before she could take proper care of it.
She missed him...Jesus, she missed him.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to slip behind the bar, setting Duchess down on the end with her bandanna, some hay, and one of her chew toys to amuse her. Ever the responsible "mother," Brownie planted herself to lay on the floor directly under Duchess's perch while Allison began to shuffle around, looking over the glasses, booze, and anything else Duke might have left behind.
It was her place now...she had to learn how to keep it running.]
[ACCIDENTAL PUBLIC VIDEO]
[When the feed flickers to life, it shows an unconscious Allison Argent, head half-buried in her pillow. The arm she has flung out towards the camera, fingertips looming large in the shot, show that she's the culprit who activated the transmission: more likely than not, she roused just enough to roll over and, in a sleepy haze, shut off a nonexistent alarm, inadvertently flicking on her video feed.
The dead transmission continues on until it is interrupted...she may be asleep, but Allison Argent's coma is officially over.]
[OPEN SPAM]
[Allison is in a miserable mood by the time she finally showers and gets dressed, heading to the dining hall to eat. For a while, she walks the corridors of the ship, just to stretch her legs and really start to feel awake again, with stops to pick up Brownie and Duchess along the way.
Once Brownie has been walked, unwilling to separate from them just yet, Allison finally heads for the pub. The keys jingle in her hand with a sad, hollow sound.
She files in with Brownie on her heels, surveying the place with a sigh. She'd requested custody of the place just after she realized Duke was gone, then fallen into another stupid coma before she could take proper care of it.
She missed him...Jesus, she missed him.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to slip behind the bar, setting Duchess down on the end with her bandanna, some hay, and one of her chew toys to amuse her. Ever the responsible "mother," Brownie planted herself to lay on the floor directly under Duchess's perch while Allison began to shuffle around, looking over the glasses, booze, and anything else Duke might have left behind.
It was her place now...she had to learn how to keep it running.]
[Backdated to the 19th; day after the event]
[VIDEO;PUBLIC]
[The entire port had been...strange. One minute, she'd been walking Brownie with Duchess in her usual spot: stashed in her bunny purse, and the next? Some kind of alien ComiCon. It was a nice break from the Barge, no two ways about it, even if she didn't have any money...more surreal than anything.
When the Admiral finally brought them all back to the ship, she had a convention bag full of some interesting complimentary swag, far too many random facts about comic book superheroes jumbled together in her head, and a burning need for a nice, relaxing shower.
She slept in her own cabin, just for the night...twelve hours straight, with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess snuggled against her belly...and only when she woke up did she go to check on Duke...
When the feed clicks to life, it's there: right in front of Duke's cabin.
Only, it's not recognizable as his cabin. It's a plain door, the kind belonging to every other unoccupied cabin on the Barge.
And Allison...her eyes are dry, and she's perfectly calm. Too calm.]
It looks like Duke's gone.
[She purses her lips for a moment, swallows hard...then kills the feed.]
[SPAM - open]
[Allison doesn't seek out her pack, not this time. She doesn't go looking for comfort or commiseration, because they weren't close to Duke the way she was. It's nothing as self-pitying as them not understanding, or her needing to wail and beat her chest in grief...
She's raw, and in pain, and feels a quiet lack of control that frightens her.
So she seeks out solitude, and she looks for it in comforting places. When she's hungry, she heads for the dining hall to eat. When she's tired, she heads to her cabin on Level Two to sleep. She walks Brownie on deck, and in the Enclosure so she, Brownie, and Duchess can curl up in the middle of the Beacon Hills Preserve and just breathe in the soothing scents of the outdoors, of home.
Inevitably, however, she leaves the animals in her cabin and seeks out both the gym and the pub, the places that meant something to Duke, to her, and to both of them. If she runs into anyone, she doesn't avoid them...she tries, however, to find sanctuary when her refuges are the least populated.
She wants quiet. She craves stillness.
She's...grieving, and she feels very much like she's grieving alone. Until she figures out how to deal with it...she wants to try and keep it that way.]
[VIDEO;PUBLIC]
[The entire port had been...strange. One minute, she'd been walking Brownie with Duchess in her usual spot: stashed in her bunny purse, and the next? Some kind of alien ComiCon. It was a nice break from the Barge, no two ways about it, even if she didn't have any money...more surreal than anything.
When the Admiral finally brought them all back to the ship, she had a convention bag full of some interesting complimentary swag, far too many random facts about comic book superheroes jumbled together in her head, and a burning need for a nice, relaxing shower.
She slept in her own cabin, just for the night...twelve hours straight, with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess snuggled against her belly...and only when she woke up did she go to check on Duke...
When the feed clicks to life, it's there: right in front of Duke's cabin.
Only, it's not recognizable as his cabin. It's a plain door, the kind belonging to every other unoccupied cabin on the Barge.
And Allison...her eyes are dry, and she's perfectly calm. Too calm.]
It looks like Duke's gone.
[She purses her lips for a moment, swallows hard...then kills the feed.]
[SPAM - open]
[Allison doesn't seek out her pack, not this time. She doesn't go looking for comfort or commiseration, because they weren't close to Duke the way she was. It's nothing as self-pitying as them not understanding, or her needing to wail and beat her chest in grief...
She's raw, and in pain, and feels a quiet lack of control that frightens her.
So she seeks out solitude, and she looks for it in comforting places. When she's hungry, she heads for the dining hall to eat. When she's tired, she heads to her cabin on Level Two to sleep. She walks Brownie on deck, and in the Enclosure so she, Brownie, and Duchess can curl up in the middle of the Beacon Hills Preserve and just breathe in the soothing scents of the outdoors, of home.
Inevitably, however, she leaves the animals in her cabin and seeks out both the gym and the pub, the places that meant something to Duke, to her, and to both of them. If she runs into anyone, she doesn't avoid them...she tries, however, to find sanctuary when her refuges are the least populated.
She wants quiet. She craves stillness.
She's...grieving, and she feels very much like she's grieving alone. Until she figures out how to deal with it...she wants to try and keep it that way.]
29} it's dark in my imagination
Apr. 6th, 2015 11:39 pm[VIDEO;public]
[The feed clicks on to show Allison in Duke's cabin, which is evidenced by the fact that she's in his kitchenette, Duchess is on the counter in front of her, happily curled up on her pink bandanna nibbling on some hay mixed with chunks of chopped up strawberry.
Distantly, the sound of a dog whining can be heard, prompting Allison to admonish said concerned puppy "mom" off camera.]
In a minute, Brownie Bear.
[Turning back to the camera, Allison manages a vaguely neutral expression...but she can't hide her upset completely.]
I came to see him--so Duchess could see Brownie--
[She stops herself. She shuts her eyes, takes a deep, shaky breath...and her features crumple for a split second before she composes herself again and opens her eyes.]
Duke Crocker's in a coma. I'll be taking care of his dog, and staying in his cabin until he wakes up. He's okay...he was in his cabin, I got him to bed no problem. [Thank you, werewolf strength.]
Anyway...visitors are welcome, but you all know how I feel about the whole 'drawing on the comatose' thing: don't.
[Pack Filter]
I'm okay...ish. I'll be staying on Deck Seven until Duke wakes up. Brownie's comfortable here, Duchess likes it here...
[And she can take care of him. Protect him...the need is more intense than it was the last time, now that the wolf in her is ever vigilant.]
Just want to make sure you all know where I'll be.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'll be walking Brownie every day...want to walk her and Bonnie together?
[The feed clicks on to show Allison in Duke's cabin, which is evidenced by the fact that she's in his kitchenette, Duchess is on the counter in front of her, happily curled up on her pink bandanna nibbling on some hay mixed with chunks of chopped up strawberry.
Distantly, the sound of a dog whining can be heard, prompting Allison to admonish said concerned puppy "mom" off camera.]
In a minute, Brownie Bear.
[Turning back to the camera, Allison manages a vaguely neutral expression...but she can't hide her upset completely.]
I came to see him--so Duchess could see Brownie--
[She stops herself. She shuts her eyes, takes a deep, shaky breath...and her features crumple for a split second before she composes herself again and opens her eyes.]
Duke Crocker's in a coma. I'll be taking care of his dog, and staying in his cabin until he wakes up. He's okay...he was in his cabin, I got him to bed no problem. [Thank you, werewolf strength.]
Anyway...visitors are welcome, but you all know how I feel about the whole 'drawing on the comatose' thing: don't.
[Pack Filter]
I'm okay...ish. I'll be staying on Deck Seven until Duke wakes up. Brownie's comfortable here, Duchess likes it here...
[And she can take care of him. Protect him...the need is more intense than it was the last time, now that the wolf in her is ever vigilant.]
Just want to make sure you all know where I'll be.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'll be walking Brownie every day...want to walk her and Bonnie together?
28} i'm an angel with a shotgun
Mar. 22nd, 2015 09:09 am[SPAM]
[When Allison wakes up, she's on her stomach, which isn't the way she usually sleeps. She sleeps on her back so Duchess can curl up on her chest if she wants to.
The second she tries to roll over, she's met with blinding pain.
It takes some doing, but she manages to get out of bed (and dislodge Duchess from the little nest she's made beneath one of the new appendages on Allison's back) and get a look at the massive, brilliant white wings that have not only sprouted on her back, but shredded her t-shirt.
It takes everything she's got not to panic. She doesn't move for a solid hour as she figures out where the new muscles are, how to get them to respond to what she wants them to do. She breaks her bedside lamp in the process, and whacks the wall a couple of painful times, but after a while of spreading and contracting, a couple of hesitant flaps, and getting used to the feel of what she perceives to be two new limbs, she finally settles into the task of being able to leave her cabin.
For the moment, a shower is out of the question, but thankfully she took one before bed. Jeans are fine, but none of her shirts will work. She finally tracks down a purple string bikini top, and with a little work secures the lower half just beneath the root of her wings. It's a little uncomfortable, but for the moment it's functional enough that she can eat in the dining hall, be seen in various corridors as she heads out to check on her pack, and later spend some time on deck and in the Enclosure as she tests the limits of her wings for the first time.]
[VIDEO - PUBLIC]
[Later in the day, the feed clicks on. Allison's features are against a gleaming white backdrop of soft, fluffy feathers as she restlessly stretches her wings.]
Okay...so who else woke up looking like something out of a comic book?
[When Allison wakes up, she's on her stomach, which isn't the way she usually sleeps. She sleeps on her back so Duchess can curl up on her chest if she wants to.
The second she tries to roll over, she's met with blinding pain.
It takes some doing, but she manages to get out of bed (and dislodge Duchess from the little nest she's made beneath one of the new appendages on Allison's back) and get a look at the massive, brilliant white wings that have not only sprouted on her back, but shredded her t-shirt.
It takes everything she's got not to panic. She doesn't move for a solid hour as she figures out where the new muscles are, how to get them to respond to what she wants them to do. She breaks her bedside lamp in the process, and whacks the wall a couple of painful times, but after a while of spreading and contracting, a couple of hesitant flaps, and getting used to the feel of what she perceives to be two new limbs, she finally settles into the task of being able to leave her cabin.
For the moment, a shower is out of the question, but thankfully she took one before bed. Jeans are fine, but none of her shirts will work. She finally tracks down a purple string bikini top, and with a little work secures the lower half just beneath the root of her wings. It's a little uncomfortable, but for the moment it's functional enough that she can eat in the dining hall, be seen in various corridors as she heads out to check on her pack, and later spend some time on deck and in the Enclosure as she tests the limits of her wings for the first time.]
[VIDEO - PUBLIC]
[Later in the day, the feed clicks on. Allison's features are against a gleaming white backdrop of soft, fluffy feathers as she restlessly stretches her wings.]
Okay...so who else woke up looking like something out of a comic book?
[WAKE UP SPAM - Lydia]
[The first thing she's aware of is being, oddly enough, tired. Tired and stiff, and the first rumblings of hungry, but fatigue and stiffness take precedence.
With a full-body stretch, Allison's arms lift over her head, back arching off the bed with strangled, sleepy groans of effort and satisfaction before she rolls on her side, hugs her pillow close, and blindly extends one hand to pat the mattress. When she speaks, her voice is rough with lack of use, her words slurred.]
Whur's m' cuddle bunny? C'mere, Dutchie...
[It's slow because she's drowsy...but her preternatural hearing picks up the human heartbeat. Her nose fills with a familiar perfume.
She's not alone.
Frowning drowsily, Allison lifts her head and blinks her eyes open, looking around her room until her eyes alight on...]
Lydia? S'goin' on? What's...why're you here? Did you sleep over?
[Something is definitely not right.]
[VIDEO - PUBLIC]
[Allison still looks a little bleary, but otherwise well put together courtesy of Lydia's maintenance on her hair. She's rubbing her eyes as she clicks on the feed.]
I'm awake. Packmates check in...this is not a request. And nobody come to my cabin for at least an hour, I need a shower. Early access in half an hour for anybody that brings me coffee.
[Clearly, Allison is a little cranky post-coma.]
[PRIVATE - TIG]
Pappa Bear? You okay? Have Duke and the pack been taking care of you? The one hour rule doesn't apply to you, I want a hug now.
[PRIVATE - ISAAC]
Cabin. Now. Bonus points if you catch me in the shower.
[SPAM - PUBLIC]
[After visiting with her pack and others, Allison can be found in the gym to limber up, the dining hall for coffee and food, or the laundromat taking care of some post-coma chores.]
[The first thing she's aware of is being, oddly enough, tired. Tired and stiff, and the first rumblings of hungry, but fatigue and stiffness take precedence.
With a full-body stretch, Allison's arms lift over her head, back arching off the bed with strangled, sleepy groans of effort and satisfaction before she rolls on her side, hugs her pillow close, and blindly extends one hand to pat the mattress. When she speaks, her voice is rough with lack of use, her words slurred.]
Whur's m' cuddle bunny? C'mere, Dutchie...
[It's slow because she's drowsy...but her preternatural hearing picks up the human heartbeat. Her nose fills with a familiar perfume.
She's not alone.
Frowning drowsily, Allison lifts her head and blinks her eyes open, looking around her room until her eyes alight on...]
Lydia? S'goin' on? What's...why're you here? Did you sleep over?
[Something is definitely not right.]
[VIDEO - PUBLIC]
[Allison still looks a little bleary, but otherwise well put together courtesy of Lydia's maintenance on her hair. She's rubbing her eyes as she clicks on the feed.]
I'm awake. Packmates check in...this is not a request. And nobody come to my cabin for at least an hour, I need a shower. Early access in half an hour for anybody that brings me coffee.
[Clearly, Allison is a little cranky post-coma.]
[PRIVATE - TIG]
Pappa Bear? You okay? Have Duke and the pack been taking care of you? The one hour rule doesn't apply to you, I want a hug now.
[PRIVATE - ISAAC]
Cabin. Now. Bonus points if you catch me in the shower.
[SPAM - PUBLIC]
[After visiting with her pack and others, Allison can be found in the gym to limber up, the dining hall for coffee and food, or the laundromat taking care of some post-coma chores.]
