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Now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
I throw caution and myself into the wind.
silverbow: ([Neutral] and stories about girls)
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Allison Argent

there is a fairytale they tell
about a girl who met a wolf
deep inside the woods

m.j.

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silverbow: ([Tired] there is a fairytale)
Allison had found it difficult, keeping up the pretense that she was totally onboard with Gerard's plans - staying away from Scott and the others, besides Lydia - she'd been kept busy - physical training, drills, and access to the familiar bestiary (Gerard still in the dark over the fact that she'd made her own copy). She's grateful for that, and the tiredness from the training that keeps her from having to react to her mom's 'death'.

It's on one of those training nights when one of the hunters alerts them of an attack at the sheriff's station - camera feeds showing Matt and the kanima on the premises, and the buzz of planning begins. They all want to stop the kanima, she can trust that, if not the extent to which Gerard may go to.

Still, she insists that the creature has to be stopped, by whatever means necessary, even if nerves twist her up inside.

She takes a quick bathroom break before they head out, using that as an opportunity to update Lydia on what's happening. Then it's off to the van, and to the station, where they disable the fire alarms and set off the smoke bombs.
silverbow: ([Back] there's a monster in your mirror)
(ooc: Not sure if you prefer prose or action spam, so I'll match it. And uh, I'm leaving the timeline vague.)

Allison is going through her phone while she waits for Scott to arrive, a pan full of omelette sizzling in the background. They'll have the house to themselves, her dad already having left to get groceries, and meet up with suppliers in the weaponary business.