[ She sits wedged in the back of the truck, musty with the overwhelming whiff of wet grass that's been brought in from the parade of dirty boots. There's indistinguishable talk between the others seated on their benches at the sides of the vehicle but Allison isn't paying too close attention. Mostly because there isn't any useful information to gather. Just some men hollering about how many monsters they're bound to take down when they get to the fences while casting bets on their numbers, all like it's a big game.
It's no game, Allison knows that. She knows well that creatures aren't some fantasy to play hero with, not when she's seen death associated too closely with it. While the men cast their bets, she fingers at her cross bow, making sure the equipment is in decent condition. It'll be the first time she gets to put it in action since she's been here.
She isn't exactly a professional with weapons, not like her dad is, but she knows them well enough to know how to work the triggers and adjust the pieces for cleaning. But when the truck hits a bump, possibly a cluster of rocks with the way the entire thing wobbles, the string of the bow snaps back on her fingers forcing her to instinctively draw her arm back.
But the sudden reflex angles her elbow towards the person seated next to her, accidentally landing a hard jab into their ribs. Wide eyed, Allison looks to her side at the unfortunate victim. ] Damn it β sorry!
( wild card )
[ The lights go out, of course they do. She hadn't even considered staying in the apartment. Nothing good would come of sitting around and waiting for this situation to resolve itself. But with the weather harsh outside and no way to step out without the harsh pressure of a gust keeping her from taking a few steps, waiting it out indoors seemed like a decent idea at the time. Now? Power outage. ]
Great. Fantastic. [ With a snappy tone to no one at all, she marches out into the hallway, picking a door at random before giving it a few firm knocks. Who even lives there? Probably should have made a few friends before the weather catastrophes. ] 'Scuse me! You have any candles?
( super wild card )
( throw out a miscellaneous prompt at allison! will match brackets or prose ♥ )
allison argent | teen wolf
It's no game, Allison knows that. She knows well that creatures aren't some fantasy to play hero with, not when she's seen death associated too closely with it. While the men cast their bets, she fingers at her cross bow, making sure the equipment is in decent condition. It'll be the first time she gets to put it in action since she's been here.
She isn't exactly a professional with weapons, not like her dad is, but she knows them well enough to know how to work the triggers and adjust the pieces for cleaning. But when the truck hits a bump, possibly a cluster of rocks with the way the entire thing wobbles, the string of the bow snaps back on her fingers forcing her to instinctively draw her arm back.
But the sudden reflex angles her elbow towards the person seated next to her, accidentally landing a hard jab into their ribs. Wide eyed, Allison looks to her side at the unfortunate victim. ] Damn it β sorry!
[ The lights go out, of course they do. She hadn't even considered staying in the apartment. Nothing good would come of sitting around and waiting for this situation to resolve itself. But with the weather harsh outside and no way to step out without the harsh pressure of a gust keeping her from taking a few steps, waiting it out indoors seemed like a decent idea at the time. Now? Power outage. ]
Great. Fantastic. [ With a snappy tone to no one at all, she marches out into the hallway, picking a door at random before giving it a few firm knocks. Who even lives there? Probably should have made a few friends before the weather catastrophes. ] 'Scuse me! You have any candles?
( throw out a miscellaneous prompt at allison! will match brackets or prose ♥ )