Allison Argent

APPLICATION: AINMHIAN - Allison Argent (TEEN WOLF CRAU)

2019-06-23T20:01:58Z

PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: Liz/EC
AGE: 37 ~~mental 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

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[THE HUNTER AND THE SAMURAI] if love is what you need a soldier i will be

2018-07-20T04:06:38Z

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.

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[pieria] App: Allison Argent | TEEN WOLF

2017-05-07T17:57:23Z

❦ 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!

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[OOC] HMD

2017-03-15T23:21:13Z

Hit me up if you got a yen.

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33) will i ever hear your voice again? the darkness is like an old friend...

2015-05-28T18:48:11Z

[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.]

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32} i hear a melody and automatically, she creeps into my memory...

2015-05-20T19:22:17Z

[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.]

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31} just like a needle in a haystack, another day when we run with the wolfpack...

2015-05-11T20:56:12Z

{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.]

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30} i will never get to see you again...there's no telling when my struggle will end...

2015-04-21T20:25:15Z

[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.]

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29} it's dark in my imagination

2015-04-07T06:58:26Z

[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?

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28} i'm an angel with a shotgun

2015-03-22T16:23:02Z

[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?

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27} i'm a slap in the face to your lullabies

2015-03-10T15:30:05Z

[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.]

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26} i felt a pulse, i swear you moved...

2015-02-06T20:34:38Z

[Public Video]

So, I've seen the network, and...I've done this before.

[She takes a deep breath, steels herself...and smiles.]

If anyone from Beacon Hills can hear me, I want you to listen: I'm alive. I'm alive, I'm fine...I just turned eighteen, and I'm happier now than I've been in a while.

I need you all to know I'm coming home. I'm not sure when, but...I am coming home. I love you guys, and...I'm sorry for what you've gone through.

Anyone else...come say hello. Show me what's out there.

[Filtered away from Tig Trager]

Also...if anyone from Charming can hear me who knows the name Tig Trager, please reach out. As long as the network's having another communication breakdown, I want to use it to help him. I want to get him back to you, back to the club, and back to his daughter.

(Allison's 4th Wall Day post is a go!)

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25} there is unrest in the forest, there is trouble with the trees, or SCREW IAMBIC PENTAMETER

2015-01-09T20:42:50Z

[VIDEO]

[A young boy appears on the feed, wearing the cap and garb of a simple shepherd and looking rather annoyed. The boy has extremely delicate features, even feminine...and though 'he' dresses as a shepherd, 'he' carries under one arm a rabbit the unaffected may recognize. The 'boy' appears to be in Isaac's cabin, and seems visibly put out.

'His' tone is weary as he addresses the camera.]

I beg the aid of some enlightened soul,
to aid me in my hour of greatest need.
For my instruction a young man has sought
and now lies sleeping, ill-disposed to wake!

[To make 'his' point, he directs the camera towards the bed, where Isaac's prone form continues to slumber on.

The feed returns to the 'boy,' and only now does 'he' allow a touch of concern to show in 'his' features...to allow the concern of the heart to show through.]

I pray this only be the slumber of
a layabout, and nothing sinister.
Illness can be cured with drafts and poultice,
but if this be a faerie's magic touch...

[The 'boy' frowns, fresh anger sparking in 'his' eyes.]

My spear shall find their wretched heart with joy.

[SPAM]

[Satisfied her lover is not ill, and if bespelled, he will not come to harm, Allison...or Christopher, as she is known...begins to explore her environment with interest and some concern for her wayward sister and missing friend. Her wanderings will lead her to many of her usual haunts: the dining hall and pub for food and drink, the gym to stretch and indulge in the joy of physical sport denied her at court, and for a possible stroll on deck, though she will not linger as the view of the stars leaves her deeply troubled. She can also be found in the corridors of the ship, especially the corridor of Level 5 when she retires to Isaac's cabin for the night.]

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24} so i stayed in the darkness with you...

2015-01-06T01:04:16Z

[When the feed clicks on, Allison is visibly upset. She's also not in her cabin, as evidenced by her surroundings. Her eyes and nose are red: she's been crying, and recently, but she's deadly calm as she speaks.

She has to be, or else she's going to hurt someone. The feed isn't totally steady, because her hand is shaking, and in a rare occurrence, Duchess is nowhere to be seen.]

Isaac's in a coma.

[And this is the part of her new condition she wasn't prepared for, this wild fury and soul-deep grief all mixed up and so intense her free hand is just out of sight, balled into a fist, claws digging into her own palm so the pain will keep her from shifting. She's been like this since she found him over an hour ago, since she picked him up off the floor of his room and put him into bed...

Since the tears and pleading for him to wake up turned to animal snarls she couldn't control, and she glimpsed her transformed face in the mirror for the first time.

She's human now as her eyes well up again, but there's something clearly animal in the way she bares her teeth as she speaks.]

Anyone that comes near his cabin without my permission is getting their throat torn out.

[She can feel the beast rising, she doesn't dare risk more...abruptly, the feed goes dead to all but those on her private filters.]

[Extended Pack Filter]

That goes for you guys, too...just knock first, okay? I'm in Isaac's cabin, and I just...

[She trails off, her eyes flashing gold. Her jaw tenses, and fangs are visible just past her lips, her features shifting as she fights the rising change.]

I need some time to...calm down.

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23} i swear this will not be the end...

2014-12-13T23:52:10Z

[Forward dated to Monday; CLOSED SPAM:SCOTT]

( Spoilers for INSATIABLE beneath the cut... )

[Tuesday; Video:PUBLIC]

[When the feed clicks on and Allison's smiling face becomes visible, it's one that's glowing with good health, and something else that's been absent for a long while now: real joy, and something very close to peace.

The infirmary is visible behind her, but it recedes as she speaks because she's leaving it. She's grinning, her cheeks are pink with a lively flush...she's not wounded, sick, or undead.

She is, however, singsonging playfully as her smile grows, splitting her face cheerfully.]

Guess who's baaaaaaack?

[Giggling, she rolls her neck as she emerges from the infirmary and starts walking briskly towards her cabin.]

So! I came home with clothes, new friends...thank you again, Zane! Alrianne is awesome...and a brand new perspective. Truthfully, I feel a lot better than I did...

[She sobers, her stride slowing, and though her features darken just a little, that new almost-peace doesn't leave her.]

...and I understand a lot more about my future.

[She shakes it off, and with a toss of her hair she's smiling again.]

I have some stuff to do, but I'll be in my cabin in about an hour...anyone who wants to drop by and say hello can come see me then. But I'm here, I'm okay...I feel good, and this time I'm not undead.

[Giggling, she waves at the feed...and if her eyes appear to glow for an instant, it's probably nothing to worry about.

Just a trick of the light.

With that, she switches away to filters and sends a few private messages.]

[Beacon Hills Residents Filter]

Don't come see me. I'm not hiding, I'm fine, I'm just gonna hit you all up separately to visit. Got some restless energy I wanna burn off, I need to pick up Duchess from Duke, I want to check on Tig...just let me make my rounds, walk it off, and I'll be there soon.

And to all of you...I'm not sorry for what I did back home? But I am sorry I was such an ass here. I can't say I won't ever put my life on the line for any of you again, but I will absolutely swear that I'm going to work harder to make sure I don't have to.

...I missed all of you. Like, a ton.

[PRIVATE;Duke]

I want to pick up Duchess...but can you be there? Say, meet me in your cabin in ten minutes? I don't just want to grab her by myself. I'll explain more when I get there.

[PRIVATE;Tig]

I'm home, and I missed you bunches. Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come collect a hug. I need one.

( [PRIVATE;Admiral] )

[Open Tuesday Spam]

[After picking up Duchess from Duke's cabin, Allison visits the cabin of everyone from Beacon Hills in turn, explaining what happened and assuring them she's okay...and each visit makes it easier somehow, settles the newborn beast living in her skin until she's nearly rid of that restless energy, that sense of being on edge and ready to jump at anything.

An hour later, as promised, she spends some time in her cabin, but later she ventures to the dining hall for a healthy, protien-heavy meal, and if she hasn't heard from him already, she'll be prowling the corridors, looking for Tig to check in with him and make sure he's okay.

Aside from that, feel free to find Allison just about anywhere on the ship...either sneaking up on you silently by accident, or with her head lifted in the air, possibly cocked to one side, listening to all the new sounds and breathing in all the new scents that are flooding her heightened senses.]

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22} writing wrongs with a brand new pen (i will not say goodbye)

2014-12-08T20:32:26Z

((dated post-kid!flood))

[VIDEO;public]

[It's late in the morning when Allison finally clicks on her feed. She's dressed, made up, put together. She still manages to look fragile and pale...

And she's packed.

There's a small duffel beside her, she's got her jacket on, and Duchess's things are packed up beside her, including Duchess herself nestled in the ~~dog~~ bunny purse she procured for her in Amsterdam. She's sitting on her couch, she's rubbing her hands together, and her comm is propped up on the coffee table as she offers a wan smile.]

Hi. Me, all grown up again. That was...not as weird as being a guy, or Robin Hood. Or even a werewolf.

...anyway. I know what you're all thinking about me and the bags and stuff...look what happened the last time I left. This time, it's real. I'll be in my cabin another hour, I'll leave the comm open...then I'm gone. I need the time away, more than I ever did.

[She hesitates, lowering her gaze as her eyes glass over.]

Before I explain...I owe a lot of people a lot of apologies. Too many to name...I became a vampire, and I'm not going to allow myself to be excused for the things I did and the people I hurt. I want--I need you all to know how sorry I am for the thing I became.

And because I'm leaving right after this...because I can get some distance...I'm going to explain exactly why everything went down that way.

( CW: allusions to violence, bitey vampire behavior, blood/gore, and Jerry Being An Evil Creep )

[She reaches up to brush a few silent tears from her face. She still can't look directly into the feed...until she takes a breath and finally lifts her head.]

The day I became human again, I killed him...and I saw the thing that will help me get my revenge. For me, for my friends...for everyone he's hurt.

Including himself. Because I saw him for a minute when he died, I saw his human face. Maybe even the man that spent a month aboard this ship, that left us the knowledge we needed to kill a vampire. This is my revenge: exposing him.

Somewhere in there, Jerry Dandridge is still human. I don't believe we can ever save him, I don't think we can ever completely trust him...but he can be helped. This is not altruism, this is revenge I'm talking about. And, maybe on a smaller scale, respect for the human that some of us weren't fortunate enough to get to know.

[She lowers her gaze again, only this time she's lifting a single wooden stake into the feed, one of the bunch that the mirror version of Jerry left for her.]

The Jerry Dandridge that may not be on board this ship anymore...but is still one of the best wardens we ever had. At least I think so.

So, while I'm taking a break...because I will be back...I'm the one saying this, so take it to heart.

Don't hurt Jerry. Don't let your guard down if he's not in Zero...and remember that living well is the best revenge.

Work on the problem while I'm away...let's all make sure that Jerry doesn't leave this ship until he's living well. Then we can all have our revenge.

[Setting Duchess back in her bag, ready to drop off with Duke before she leaves, she sends a few private messages before she lets the comm stay on for one more hour before it goes dead...and Allison is gone.]

( [PRIVATE; Tig and Duke] )

( [PRIVATE; Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Kira, Isaac] )

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21} little miss can't be wrong

2014-12-06T16:49:16Z

[VIDEO;public]

[When Allison wakes up in her bed in the morning...she knows something isn't right.

For one thing, the bed is too big. For another, it's not her house. There's a part of her that understands why it's not, and that she's somewhere else. She's curled up around a bunny rabbit in her bed, one nibbling on a bright pink bandanna, and she knows it's hers. She knows her name is Duchess, and when Duchess notices Allison is awake, she promptly licks her nose, making Allison giggle and dispelling any disquiet she was feeling over her situation.

It takes a few tries, but she finally gets her communicator broadcasting a public video. She's stretched out on her bed, Duchess is sitting in front of her, and Allison has managed to procure a neat little handful of hay for Duchess to nibble on in the middle of the bed.]

Hello! I'm lookin' for my Mommy an' Daddy.

[Her little voice is bright, but very matter off fact as she addresses the camera while toying with one of Duchess's soft ears. The bunny allows it as she eats.]

My daddy's name is Christopher Argent an' my mommy's name is Victoria Argent. Daddy's this big...[She tries to stretch her arm up over her head without falling over on the mattress.]...an' Mommy has red hairs with blue eyes.

If you see 'em, please tell them that Allison is in a weird room with...a big bed, an'...and a new bunny named Duchess, and that I'm okay.

[Duchess swivels her head away from the hay to lick Allison again, making her giggle.]

THANKS YOU!

[She dissolves into a fit of giggles as Duchess shifts to try and lick her neck instead.]

[SPAM]

[Later, Allison finds clothes in her closet, so she dresses herself, and in place of her usual bow and ammunition, her Nerf bow and arrows are in place (a typical part of her wardrobe from home at that age). She carefully arms herself, being in a strange place, she finds a purse that seems to be made for bunnies (even if it's very big for her to carry), and she leaves her cabin to explore, ready for anything.

Allison can be found literally anywhere on the ship, skulking around and armed with a bow loaded with foam arrows, hauling a purse bunny along with her that, if overheard, she refers to repeatedly as 'Friar Tuck' when she decides she's playing Robin Hood.]

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20} didn't hear the confession...walking through the procession...

2014-11-24T07:07:31Z

[SUNDAY SPAM]

[...something isn't right.

The whole day is off, and Allison can't...function properly. In the dining hall, she gets her usual blood bag, but she finds herself skipping the apples she usually grabs along with it. The food on the line smells good, the savory aromas drawing her attention...

Before she knows what she's doing, she's grabbed a couple of croissants as well, and not unlike her first day, she takes her food on deck to eat. The blood, and the croissants, do wonders for her mood.

And that's the most difficult part of the day: her mood. As she slinks through the corridors as she trails her friends through the ship...as she checks on Isaac and Tig, she's having a harder and harder time setting her feelings aside.

Something isn't right. All day, something is wrong, and she can't...quite...put her finger on it...]

[MONDAY SPAM]

[Allison is gone.

She hasn't left the ship, but there's no sign of her anywhere. She doesn't show up for meals in the dining hall, she doesn't stalk a soul, she's completely absent, a non-presence on the ship.

Because Allison is sitting in her cabin, in the dark, on the floor in the corner of her bedroom. The stakes gifted to her by Jerry's mirror counterpart are clutched to her chest, and she's armed with every single weapon she can comfortably stash on her person: her ring daggers, her father's gun, every folding knife she can possibly conceal, her quiver propped up beside her, and her recurve bow laying beside her on the floor.

She's not afraid of an attack: the weapons are her. They keep her rooted in the present, they remind her of who she is, how she thinks, what she feels.

She doesn't eat, but her stomach growls. She doesn't go for water, but her throat burns with thirst that blood won't slake.

Eventually, she will have to leave and seek out nourishment. Eventually, she will have to face the rest of the ship. Eventually, Allison will have to face the reality of truly being an omega, because this is bigger than fighting with Lydia.

She remembers everything she did, everyone she hurt...those she killed and nearly killed.

She knows that now, after all that...she is truly, completely alone.

And she will have to leave her cabin to face that eventually...she just can't bring herself to do it just yet.]

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19} i must leave for a while, as the clouds descend...

2014-11-17T05:39:23Z

{forward-dated to Monday}

[VIDEO;public]

So...I'm leaving.

[Allison pauses for a beat. She looks pale and haggard...just plain wrung out, but a little calmer than she has been lately. She's not so strung out, however, that she doesn't realize how that sounds.

It takes her a second, but she gets there, eyes widening and raising a hand.]

Not permanently! Not permanently, I'm sorry...and I'm not going home, so nobody worry about me...well, y'know.

[Not that she's sure certain ex-best friends are actually worried...she has to try and think of it that way or else the pain comes back and she can't breathe, and she won't go seeking Zane out for more of that weird mojo he does...]

Anyway. I'm just...I've talked to Zane, and he says there's a safe place I can go with his people. Somewhere I can just...work out the kinks, y'know?

[She lowers her gaze, and she suddenly leans out of frame. A moment later, Duchess is being settled onto her shoulder, and the little rabbit seems to know her mommy is upset, because she promptly turns her face towards Allison's neck and starts licking her.]

Something...bad happened to me on the other Barge. Something that really messed me up, and if you don't know about it I'm not going to tell you. I'm not...ready yet. I just need a break to clear my head, find my focus again. That's all, I promise I'm coming back. I'm still settling a few details...like telling everyone...and figuring out this Barge time stuff. The idea is that I'll be gone a couple of weeks, give or take...for me, but for you guys I hope to be gone no more than a day or two. I don't want this to affect my responsibilities to my inmate, or my fellow Wardens...

I just need the time. I figure once I have everything pinned down, I'll leave as early as tomorrow, no later than Wednesday. So...

[She trails off, fighting the urge to use her pack filter. She can't go to them, not now...not when it could force them to choose sides between her and Lydia. She won't do that to any of them...not even Isaac.

So she just cuts the public feed.]

[PRIVATE; Duke Crocker]

Would you be willing to bunny sit for me? And inmate sit? Tig...he just can't be alone. He'll self destruct if he thinks he's alone. If the time thing goes wonky, I want to make sure he can turn to someone we both trust...and he'll trust you because I do.

[PRIVATE; Tig Trager]

I asked Duke to keep his door open for you while I'm gone. You can trust him.

I promise you'll barely know I'm gone, and I'm coming to collect a hug the second I get back. For as long as I want...so there. He's also watching Duchess, stop in to pet her at least once. She needs extra attention while I'm gone.

[TEXT;private, Isaac Lahey]

im gonna miss u so much. may wanna stay in ur cabin for a few days when i get back...if u dont mind.

( [OPEN SPAM - much later] )

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018} do you see the light? i can see the light...

2014-11-10T20:16:04Z

[VIDEO; public]

[When the feed kicks in, Allison is in the corridor, clearly in the middle of walking. Duchess is on her shoulder, per the usual, but she's getting big enough that Allison has to keep her steady with one hand because she's afraid of the little rabbit falling off. She spent the night in Tig's cabin (and the night before in Duke's, she still can't face her own cabin at night by herself), so she's not looking as raw as she has been lately.

In fact...she actually looks like something resembling normal, if a little sedate.]

So, I just went out on deck...and I think we're in Europe. I only took a peek, but...yeah. My home planet and everything. [She pauses, allowing her to reach into her pocket for a few bills, which she brandishes at the camera.]

The cash the Admiral left is also a clue. Euros.

[Pocketing her money again, her hand returns to Duchess to steady her as she continues walking.]

Anyway, I have some shopping to do, but the rest of my time is totally free. Lydia, you're coming, the stuff on this list that the Admiral gave me versus cash in hand means we can do a little bit of shopping instead of just shopping. Duke? You can help me shop. Unless you wanna shop, I still owe you for the Devil Juice I stole from you.

Anyone that wants to hang can buzz me. After the last four weeks, all bets are off. I have one serious plan for this port: fun.

[Private to Tig Trager]

My stuff is everywhere, so I'm running around collecting Duchess's things, mostly...meet me in my cabin in twenty minutes if you want to go ashore. Give me five minutes to be warden-ly, and I'll make it worth your while.

[Private to Isaac Lahey]

We're spending at least three quarters of this trip together. No less than half. I don't care if we're just standing on a bridge somewhere, staring at the water, we're doing this.

[PORT SPAM]

[Allison's first day in Amsterdam consists of wandering, for the most part. She rents herself a bike, does a little shopping, and pokes her head into various corners to get a lay of the land. She also makes the decision not to stay aboard ship during the port, and with a little extra cash pilfered from the strongbox in the study, she gets herself a bed at a local hostel in Vondelpark for the next four days. It's noisy and jostling, but it's clean and bright and the park is perfect scenery.

She realizes quickly that the second day is a full moon, so she knows she probably won't see the boys from home. She sends messages to Lydia, Duke, Stiles, Kira, and Tig with invitations to shop and/or eat. That night, she doesn't return to the hostel...she spends it in Vondelpark proper, stretched out on the grass, watching the night sky...and listening.

She doesn't know where the boys are, exactly...it's been a long time since any of them have seen a full moon, for the most part...but she hopes for the sound of a wolf's distant howl to put her at ease.

On her third day and fourth day, along with wrapping up some shopping for the list the Admiral provided, Allison sets aside some time for museums. Most of her friends will receive a text invitation, and those that join her will be dragged to at least one art museum, maybe two. Among her plans, however, those that join her will visit the Rembrant House and the Museum of Bags & Purses. Later on, however, when she's alone very late on either the third or fourth day, she sends a text message to Isaac for a potential trip to the SexMuseum.]

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017} and when he saw her, raised for the slaughter, Abraham's daughter raised her bow...

2014-11-03T00:32:02Z

[VIDEO; Public]

[It was dark, save for flickering candlelight in Allison's cabin when the feed came alive. It was shared by the presence of three furry bodies: Brownie the dog's head on Allison's knee, Duchess's little body snuggled against her neck, and a little brown bunny tucked into her lap, within easy sniffing distance of his canine caretaker.

This is not the gentle, pure-hearted werewolf that's been part of the scenery for the last four weeks. The cold, hardened features on the feed are far more familiar...but the tremor in her hand that comes when she adjusts her comm, and the bitemark scarring on her throat, are very new.

So is the way she sits there for several long moments, just staring into the feed with eyes that are far too bright in the candles that were set up and alight on the coffee table in the living room of her cabin...mouth barely moving until she finally swallows thickly, visibly, composing herself as best she can.]

It's me. I'm back.

[And because she has some memories of her other self, because she knows who that other girl was...what she was...]

I'm...sorry.

[Barge Pack Filter]

Everyone on this filter better check in by the end of the day, or I'm going to kill the Admiral.

[And based on her expression, or the tone of her voice...it's absolutely impossible to tell if she's serious or not.]

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016} i go wild because it doesn't make sense for me to cry out in my own defense...

2014-10-06T04:04:00Z

[Three days ago, the Admiral had issued his edict: Allison, as a warden, had a permanent inmate. She has his file, she has responsibility for his welfare...

...and it's Tig. She doesn't understand, she's troubled...but once upon a time, she'd have been horrified. In the arena, however, he pledged his loyalty to Allison, and thus far he's held to it. Tig Trager is a member of the pack now, no matter how deeply he disturbs her with the intensity of his...attention.

She reads the file to understand...but it's not the man she knows. She takes a couple of days going over all of it, realizing early on that it's not the file of the man she knows. It's this ship's Tig Trager. She reads the history of a troubled man, but different in ways she's never seen in the man who seems obsessed in the possibility that she might yet graduate through a reversion to feral behavior.

The man in those pages is loyal, has a code of honor...he's depraved, vulgar, and violent, but he's not a civilian. She knows a little about her version of Trager, but not enough to judge.

Still...if he's anything like the people she's known, if some measure of this does live in her Tig Trager...

It drives Allison to start writing a letter for her counterpart, one that swiftly turns into a journal, filling a notebook she found in the office that's part of her cabin. She writes about her impressions, her thoughts on the Barge...her own life, and her version of Tig. She hopes it will help, hopes it will give her insight into the darker aspects of the man.

When she finishes jotting down her thoughts for the morning, Allison decides the time has come...and reaches for her comm.]

[VIDEO;Private to Tig Trager]

You, me...pub, twenty minutes? [It's a command spoken like a question, gentled with the promise of choice.] Being a warden, I have access...just promise me you won't overdo it right away? I do want to talk to you...I have something you should see.

[SPAM]

[After she's connected with Tig, later in the day Allison traverses the ship, checking her territory. It's compulsive, but she visits the people she's close to, friendly with...and those from her own ship who may not want to see her, but she's sworn to look after, to save, all the same. Out of respect for her counterpart, she also stops in to look after Duke, who was so important to her double that she moved herself into his cabin.

Satisfied he's still alive, Allison works a shift in the dining hall as well, helping out Riddick where she's needed before she takes Brownie the dog to the CES for a run, then heads back to her cabin to make sure that Johnny and Duchess are well exercised. Visitors are welcome to find her there, letting bunnies hop around the room and watching as Brownie supervises, either gently herding them away from trouble or occasionally picking them up in her mouth like puppies (with careful supervision from Allison), and keeping them in a carefully contained area in the living room.]

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015} now look up, well the skies are black {and they're getting darker all the time}

2014-09-30T04:56:46Z

[SPAM;VIDEO]

[When the scream rings out, Allison drops like a lead weight.

It's a sound she knows well, the banshee's howl. It's painful, it's terrible, and it's terrifying because she's helpless. She would fear a dupe, if she hadn't smelled Lydia personally, if she hadn't known her for the short time they ran together...

As it is, she can't think of anything. The scream won't allow for it.

She regains awareness in the middle of the earthquake and the dark, confused and terrified and totally without direction.

Something breaks. The dark is endless.

Then...it's over.

Blinking against the sudden light, Allison flinches at the assault of new sights and sounds. She's in a room she doesn't know...a living room space, warm and neat yet lived in.

Her nostrils flare, sorting through the scents: human (Allison), rabbit, hay. There's gun oil, lead and gunpowder (bullets), the distant smells of cosmetics and breath mints and old traces of her father's aftershave. Turning in a slow circle, she spots pictures on one wall, photos of her...and on the coffee table, she takes note of a folding combat knife sitting next to some magazines.

Reaching out, she picks it up...flicks it open, then shut again.

All clues point to this space...belonging to her somehow, but there are weapons in it.

Tucking the knife into the back of her jeans, she fumbles in her pockets, looking for her comm. Finding it, her hands shake as she flicks it on, her face filling the feed a moment later. The fear is open on her features...and those that know Allison Argent well, as well as those who met her in the arena, may note enough differences in her demeanor to determine that something's very wrong.]

Everyone in the pack, please check in...I think there's something wrong.

[Allison kills the feed, then puts her comm back in her pocket, venturing cautiously out of her cabin. The doors in the corridor are familiar, but somehow wrong...

The number on the door matches. The infirmary is just down the hall. There is no question in her mind, this is her cabin. If not for the strange doors and the absence of her old room at home behind her door, she'd have sworn this was her Barge.

But, as she goes cautiously investigating the different levels of the ship (excluding warden areas at first, because she obviously doesn't have access), she slowly comes to realize that she's not where she belongs.

This ship is not the Barge she knows.]

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014} i'm almost human, please don't run away / cause wherever you are, i'll be a scream away

2014-09-25T17:26:54Z

[When the video feed clicks on, it shows an image of the dirt with a triskelion scratched into it. A familiar female voice narrates as a stick comes into the shot, pointing to each leg of the trifold spiral.]

Alpha. Beta. Omega. This symbolizes the cycle of the werewolf: at any time, any wolf can rise to one or fall to another.

[The feed shifts quickly, and soon a familiar set of features fills the feed sufficiently to hide the background in an effort to obscure her location. Allison Argent is pretty much the same in appearance, no matter where she's known...but those not from the Mirror Barge may not recognize the bright, earnest light in her features, and may notice the absence of that sliver of ice in her expression, despite the fact that her eyes are narrowed in the feed with steely resolve.]

We all got the same message from the Admiral. He wants these...infiltrators dead. Rack up your kills, and you get a prize.

[She leans in a little more, lip curling in a little sneer.]

He's turned life and death into a game...and the only way to truly win a game like this is not to play.

Anyone that feels the same is welcome to join me. If you want to live, if you don't want to participate in this slaughter? Leave this symbol somewhere. Scratch it in the ground, carve it in a tree, paint it on a rock. Whoever you are, wherever you come from...treat this as a symbol of safe harbor. If you leave this mark, you're promising that you won't kill anyone, and you won't attack anyone unless you have to defend yourself against a threat. I will find you, I will take you somewhere safe...and I swear, I will protect you with my last breath.

[This is the part where Allison feels a small tremor of fear. These infiltrators...she doesn't know who they are, and she doesn't know if they're friend or foe...but if they're innocent, she has to help them. What other choice does she have?

Taking a deep breath, she continues.]

If you don't recognize me, it's okay. Wherever you are, if you leave me this mark I will find you.

[She pauses, her expression shifting...not the hard, arrogant calm some know in Allison Argent, but a curl of her lip and a subtle baring of her teeth that's more feral than anything.]

And if you're out there, killing innocent people for fun and profit? Don't worry.

[Her eyes narrow a little further...then flare to life with a brilliant golden light, her voice deepening and distorting with the first touch of a lupine growl.]

I'll find you, too.

(OOC: This post is good for the entire flood event! Feel free to mark which day you're playing if you want Allison to come and rescue your muse...or if you want to hunt the poor little she-wolf down. :P)

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013} the cheapest stuff is all i need / to get me back on my feet again

2014-09-23T04:52:58Z

[Duke has...a lot of interesting stuff in his cabin.

Allison found this out when she was trying to straighten up to distract herself. The place is already fairly neat, so it's a useless distraction from Lydia's snub, from her own impotent fury and the bitter sting of not being trusted by her own best friend. Her heart's not in it...but it wasn't hard to find Duke's liquor.

Or his pot...but she quickly put the joints back where she found them.

She didn't consider the bottle of vodka in his cupboard for long, however, before she got herself a glass of ice and poured herself some. She's never had anything stronger than beer, she doesn't really know what she's doing...but it burns going down, and she feels better in the aftermath of her first sip, loose and warm and good.

After two half glasses, she hurts less. After four, she's well past tipsy. On her fifth, she's well aware she's dangerously close to drunk...so she sips carefully at her next, though she's no longer sure what number drink it is.

When her comm flickers on some time later, the video shows her slouched bonelessly over the kitchen counter in Duke's cabin, her head in her hand. The bottle is visible in the frame, and Allison is visibly fascinated by her drink as she swirls the clear liquid in her glass, ice chinking pleasantly against the equally clear surface. She likes the noise, it's soothing...cheerful.

She's no longer staring at the camera. She seems to have forgotten she flipped her comm on as she mutters to herself, apparently having an internal conversation out loud.]

Stupid boys. Stupid Lydia...Jackson Whittemore is not the biggest douche bag I've ever met, y'know? If you'd...just...had some hot chocolate you'd know that. Jerk...jerkette. [She pauses, smiling a little, amused with her jibe. Her features, however, immediately crumble as she sets her glass down and lets her head thunk against the counter. When she speaks again, she's nearly shouting.]

DUUUUUUUUUKE! Why are you comafied?! I DON'T KNOW IF THIS VODKA IS BAD!

[She pauses, then reaches for her glass as she lifts her head just enough to take a sip, talking around the glass in a very small voice.]

It tastes awful.

[She takes a tiny sip, then smacks her mouth and licks her lips.]

It tasted awful.

[She has another sip, then seems to realize her comm is on and blanches, setting her glass down and reaching for the bottle nearby.]

Hey, guys? Guys! I need to know, 'cause...'cause Duke's comafied. Does...

[She trails off, midway through uncapping the bottle. Torn between remembering what she's drinking and pouring more, she makes an intense and carefully executed operation of pouring more into her glass while nearly pressing her nose against the label of the bottle.]

...vodka give you hangovers? 'Cause I don't want a hangover. I just don't want to be sad anymore about...

[She trails off, and she remembers. Lydia turning her away, Lydia pushing her away. Because that was inevitable, wasn't it? First her best friend, then her best friend's boyfriend...then her werewolf, then Scott, then Kira and Isaac and then she'll be an omega with nowhere to go...

Setting the bottle down, Allison picked up her glass and took a long, healthy swallow...then set her glass down and made a face of pure disgust, complete with her tongue sticking out as she shuddered theatrically.]

Ilch.

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