INTO THE ENDLESS; [At first, air is hard to come by. She feels like she's drowning when she first comes to. Head heavy, Allison scrambles to her feet. It's been such a long time since she was left voiceless but her hand goes to her throat anyway. There's no bandage, no trace of what had happened to her. She coughs, forcing air into her lungs. It comes in a sharp gasp right as confusion settles in.
There's so many trees. Was downtown Dallas filled with this many?
...no. No, she's somewhere new. Somewhere different. Less concrete, more trees. There's snow here, so much of it. Her limbs are already numbing from the cold. Did her siblings end up nearby? Or is she alone again, in another time and place? Allison stumbles along the forest path to try and find some answers. All she finds is fog. There's not a chance in hell she's getting lost in that alone.
She moves quickly as panic sets in. One foot in front of the other, her voice lost in the fog as she calls out the name of each of her siblings. When she eventually stumbles her way to the end of the path that overlooks a snow covered town, she narrows her eyes and stares ahead with uncertainty. Adjusting to the 1960's in the south had been hard. She had no idea what kind of struggles were ahead of her here.
There's the sound of snow crunching beneath someone's feet up ahead. She doesn't hesitate to press forward and bombard them with her presence.]
Hey! [She's quick on her feet. They're not getting away from her that easily.] I need you to tell me what year it is.
THE END APPROACHES; [Allison spends entirely too much time observing the bulletin board. She runs a finger along some of the messages as she reads them, but her focus is really divided between two distinct and distressing issues.
The first is the fact that so much here in the town hall is filthy. It's dirty and old, clearly well used. The bulletin board itself and the supplies meant to use it don't match. They're almost pristine in comparison.
The second issue, far more pressing than the first, is the fact that there's very clearly a message written in blood posted to the board. Her arms cross over her chest as she frowns up at the posting.]
Do you think it's a scare tactic or a cry for attention?
[She glances over at whoever may be lurking nearby. This whole thing is messed up, but she's used to messed up. She's able to crack a smile and find a little dry amusement in all of this.]
Because if it's an actual warning? They did a really shitty job specifying who we should be watching out for.
[ooc: If you'd rather switch to prose I'll follow your lead. Allison is coming in with an end of s2 canon point. I don't use plurk often but do respond to private plurks. You can find me there @ snapples.]
Allison Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
[At first, air is hard to come by. She feels like she's drowning when she first comes to. Head heavy, Allison scrambles to her feet. It's been such a long time since she was left voiceless but her hand goes to her throat anyway. There's no bandage, no trace of what had happened to her. She coughs, forcing air into her lungs. It comes in a sharp gasp right as confusion settles in.
There's so many trees. Was downtown Dallas filled with this many?
...no. No, she's somewhere new. Somewhere different. Less concrete, more trees. There's snow here, so much of it. Her limbs are already numbing from the cold. Did her siblings end up nearby? Or is she alone again, in another time and place? Allison stumbles along the forest path to try and find some answers. All she finds is fog. There's not a chance in hell she's getting lost in that alone.
She moves quickly as panic sets in. One foot in front of the other, her voice lost in the fog as she calls out the name of each of her siblings. When she eventually stumbles her way to the end of the path that overlooks a snow covered town, she narrows her eyes and stares ahead with uncertainty. Adjusting to the 1960's in the south had been hard. She had no idea what kind of struggles were ahead of her here.
There's the sound of snow crunching beneath someone's feet up ahead. She doesn't hesitate to press forward and bombard them with her presence.]
Hey! [She's quick on her feet. They're not getting away from her that easily.] I need you to tell me what year it is.
THE END APPROACHES;
[Allison spends entirely too much time observing the bulletin board. She runs a finger along some of the messages as she reads them, but her focus is really divided between two distinct and distressing issues.
The first is the fact that so much here in the town hall is filthy. It's dirty and old, clearly well used. The bulletin board itself and the supplies meant to use it don't match. They're almost pristine in comparison.
The second issue, far more pressing than the first, is the fact that there's very clearly a message written in blood posted to the board. Her arms cross over her chest as she frowns up at the posting.]
Do you think it's a scare tactic or a cry for attention?
[She glances over at whoever may be lurking nearby. This whole thing is messed up, but she's used to messed up. She's able to crack a smile and find a little dry amusement in all of this.]
Because if it's an actual warning? They did a really shitty job specifying who we should be watching out for.
[ooc: If you'd rather switch to prose I'll follow your lead. Allison is coming in with an end of s2 canon point. I don't use plurk often but do respond to private plurks. You can find me there @