Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-05-28 11:47 am
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-05-28 11:47 am
33) will i ever hear your voice again? the darkness is like an old friend...
[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.]
[Spam - Isaac's Abandoned Cabin]
So no medal or certificate, then. I get a bathroom all to myself.
Lucky me.
[Spam - Isaac's Abandoned Cabin]
Tip of the iceberg, Cold. You graduate, you can be a warden. The Admiral's someone who can give people literally anything they want. Bring people back from the dead, give you riches, even give you a brand new life. All you have to do is graduate an inmate the way someone will graduate you.
[In spite of her misery, she can't help but see the opportunity to drive home her point...so she does, holding his gaze.]
It's a simple plan: work the system, graduate, make a deal, get yourself an inmate...and start planning for their reform.
[Spam - Isaac's Abandoned Cabin]
He gives a bit of a grin, something lighting up in his eyes.]
You're trying to tempt me into behaving myself.