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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison's efforts were proving to be fruitless. As she approached, the noodle that was lifting Alexis had been joined by two of it's compatriots, whisking the girl far above and away from Allison. Considering what one of those things had done to Aaron, it was very unlikely that Alexis was alive at all. Allison had already failed.

Allison looked around her, trying to find something else to latch her mind onto. Zoe and Savannah had managed to injure one of the monsters, as well as free Aaron, who had crawled just passed Allison and fallen to the ground.

Allison moved to check on Aaron, but a sudden series of gunshots tore her attention towards Angel and Chris. Angel was being attacked by a meatball, and Chris had just gotten shot, though his transformation seemed to be nearing completion. Allison started towards Angel, thinking she might be able to help her get rid of the meatball, when she saw something begin to move towards her. One of the spaghetti monsters was rushing right towards Allison.

Angel would have to deal with the meatball on her own. Allison stood her ground, holding the makeshift blade in front of herself. She needed to prevent this thing from getting to Chris before he transformed. She probably wasn't much of a roadblock to the massive thing, but it was better than nothing. At least she would be able to buy him half a second. She braced herself for the monstrosity's approach.

Allison had underestimated the amount of time that Chris had been Transforming. It had already completed. Allison watched as a massive scaly beast rushed past her, a charred meatball in its maw. The dragon was certainly more impressive than Chris' human form, and Allison considered what it would be like to f...

Allison focused herself and looked around the battlefield. The dragon had launched the scorched meatball at the creature that Allison had stared down just moments prior. Angel was free, and had ran to the monster that held Alexis, screaming up at the pasta that held the girl. If Alexis wasn't dead, and Allison was all but sure that she was, she was likely to be now. Allison had failed. Alexis was definitely dead. It was her fault.

Allison needed to do something. Chris could likely handle the monster. Allison turned to the crumpled form of Aaron, and ran to check on him.

@Holy Grail

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison wasn't going to get a break, was she? Aaron was being crushed by pasta, and similar noodles were surrounding Allison and the unconscious girl. Things had been going to shit since they exited the truck, and the situation was only getting shittier.

Allison found herself in the same mindset she had been in for the past few minutes. She needed to do something. She needed to stop this spaghetti from killing them all. What was Allison of all people going to do? She couldn't do anything here. Chris would probably be transforming soon, so Allison just needed to stall till then. How was she supposed to do that?

Allison stopped her panicking. Her first goal was to get Alexis and herself away from these tentacles. As much as she hated leaving Aaron hanging in the spaghetti's noodly grasp, Zoe was at least somewhat capable of helping him. Allison and Alexis were both no use if they were dead.

Allison quickly glanced over at the trucks. They weren't too far away. If she picked up Alexis, she could probably get there before the pasta, deposit the unconscious girl, and find a way to fight back. Allison didn't want to dwell on the idea for two long. Do or die.

Allison shoved her arms under Alexis' body, picking up the girl as quickly as she could, and moving to her feet. Alexis wasn't too heavy, but Allison was still lifting a whole person. She started moving as soon as she got her balance, and then instantly lost it.

Allison tumbled to the ground as Alexis slipped from her grasp, being lifted away by a lone noodle, with another close by that seemed to be reaching out towards Allison. Allison knew that there was no way she could fight the girl from the creature's grasp, not without a real weapon. Allison looked back at the trucks as she scrambled to her feet. Allison glanced at Alexis' limp form being lifted away by the delicious monstrosity. Allison didn't want to leave the girl like that, but her only shot at saving her would involve running away as fast as possible.

Allison bolted for the trucks, running as quickly as her legs would carry her. There was no time. When Allison reached the closest of the vehicles, she momentarily examined the siding of the thing, placing her hand against the cool metal. This would have to do. Allison drew her hand away from the metal and manifested the shard.

The thing that appeared in her hand emanated with a dull purple glow, at least, it seemed to glow. The shard didn't actually give off any light, yet it looked as if it was glowing. To Allison, it took the form of a shard of broken glass. It had looked like that the last time too. The only anomaly so far was the first time...

Allison drove the shard into the side of the truck, almost reeling at how effortless it was. She still wasn't used to the sensation of cutting through something so easily, especially metal. Allison focused herself on her task, silently running the blade through the metal, cutting the necessary shape as quickly as she could.

Eventually, the piece of metal fell out of the side of the truck, shaped into a decently-sized cleaver-like blade. Allison took a second to cut a crude edge into the blade with the shard. It probably wouldn't cut amazingly, but it would probably get through pasta, at least better than the shard would.

Allison turned towards the things that were attempting to devour her allies. Allison lifted the rather heavy makeshift blade in one hand as the shard disappeared. Allison was going to fight. Allison wasn't going to allow any more death around, save for the death of flying spaghetti monsters. She ran for the noodle which was carrying away the still unconscious Alexis, ready to cut down anything that got in her way.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison started to panic as Aaron fell to the ground with a thud. She immediately rushed toward the boy as one of the meatballs rolled over him and towards Chris. As Allison reached him, a noodle wrapped around him. Things were going south fast.

Allison had no idea what to do. Someone else would likely come and do something useful, but Allison still needed to act. There was no use in standing around like an idiot. She looked down at her hand, shaking slightly, then back down at the boy struggling to escape from the noodle's grasp. Allison knew that her actions would be pointless, but she might as well try. She willed the shard to form in her hand. She quickly stopped it.

Zoe rushed towards the noodley tentacle, grasping the thing and using her powers. Allison wasn't needed right now. She would've just wasted the shard, anyway. They didn't have the time to wait for it to recharge. Allison looked down at her empty hand. What was she doing? She said she was going to try and lead, and here she was standing around like an idiot. She needed to stop fumbling around and start doing things. She looked down at Aaron, who was busy gnawing at the noodle, while Zoe's power rotted the thing. She knelt down to Aaron's level, checking him for visible wounds. His right pinkie looked broken.

"Anything else broken?" She quickly glanced over her shoulder to the angry child, Savannah. "Hun, mind dealing with the murderous meat product attacking the naked lizard boy? I'll try to help as much as I can when I'm done over here." What she was doing exactly, she didn't know. And when did she start calling people "hun" again? She hadn't done that since...

Allison quickly moved over to the unconscious Alexis, keeping an ear on everyone else as she checked the girl for broken bones. She felt kind of guilty for gently prodding at the girl's body. Well, at least she was making sure Alexis wasn't going to die.

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@Holy Grail@canaryrose@Ashevelendar

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison Revel did not sleep well. Hours of tossing around, closed eyes watching a brutal mix of wet dreams and haunting nightmares. When she woke up, she felt empty, as if the events of last night were far away, and the events of a few weeks ago even farther. It felt as good as it did terrible, which was better than her usual mix of feelings. Eventually, that emptiness faded, and her mind turned from silent bliss to overload. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Allison laid there for another half hour before she allowed herself to move. She was freaking out over everything, which was to some extent warranted, but she was far beyond that extent by now. She needed to calm down. Just breath. All of it was in the past. She couldn't change it, only move forward. Freaking out only made her weak. She likely wouldn't have time to be weak anymore. Funny, he had used those exact same words once.

"Don't think about him, that only makes things worse, you idiot." She muttered as she sat up.

"Doesn't really change anything though. I need stop being so damn touchy about that fucker. Yea, he... did what he did, but that doesn't mean that not thinking about it will change the fact that he did it." She replied to herself. Allison picked herself off of the bed, angry, tired, and frustrated.

She stared at the pile of papers that sat before her. She was supposed to complete all of these exams. Well, at least it would get her mind off of everything else. She got to work, filling the silence with the sounds of pencil hitting paper.

Allison wasn't stupid, in fact she was pretty competent with most subjects. Having a good memory was a blessing in that regard, though it was certainly a curse in others. Even with that memory of hers, she hadn't studied most of these subjects for the better part of a year.

The cravings hit Allison several times, often related to last night's crying session. There was just something about the metalhead. No, no, those feelings aren't real, just a result of the stigma. Allison hadn't gotten too much of an impression of Angel aside from her screaming and crying. Sure, she was nice looking, but Allison barely knew her. Just the fucking stigma. It's just the fucking stigma. Allison ignored it as best as she could and kept going.

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Sirens blared. Allison didn't know how long she had been sitting there. She had been working on those exams for hours, engrossing herself for hours. She hadn't moved to do anything except go to the bathroom.

Out from the campus speakers, as well as Allison's ankle cuff came a voice explaining the situation. Something bad was happening. Allison didn't want to fight. Hopefully she didn't have to.

Zhang's accursed voice rang out from the same speakers. Allison would have to fight, and she was scared. The only solace in the situation was that Angel was in Allison's group. One friendly face. One person she might be able to trust.

Soon, guards came to escort Allison to certain death. In her head, Allison was panicking.

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'I'm going to die. We're going to die. We could fucking die here.' Allison repeated herself over and over in her head. She had no hope for the coming suicide mission. She had no idea what they were about to face, but it certainly wasn't going to be good. What was she doing? She was freaking out over something she had yet to even see. Overreacting? Maybe. She needed to calm down. If she kept panicking, she was going to die. She had a habit of doing this, didn't she? Freaking out over every little thing to the point of becoming a useless wreck. Allison blamed him. As Allison attempted to calm herself, she looked around at the other members of the green team. They had started introducing themselves.

Angel, the metalhead, had the fitting ability of "shouting people to death". Allison assumed that this was why her screams were so inhumanly loud. There was a guy who was able to create clockwork creatures, who's name Allison assumed to be Aaron, as he was one of only two guys in the group. The other guy was Chris, the uninteresting looking one who Allison hadn't payed much attention to during their... warm welcome. There were two girls who refrained from naming themselves, a freckled girl who could make things rot, and an angry-looking blonde child who could counter abilities. The last member of the group was Alexis, a redhead who could summon shadow creatures. This was an odd group.

It was Allison's turn to speak, clearly. Everyone else had fallen silent. Luckily, Allison's panic had reduced significantly. She let herself sit still for a moment, contemplating what the fuck she was going to do. She needed to be strong, she didn't have time to cry right now. She had to be Allison Revel, the strong woman, not Allison Revel, the emotionally weak crybaby. She let herself dwell on words she hadn't thought about in a long time.

"Listen, Alli, if you wanna make people listen to ya, ya gotta speak with purpose. You are in control. They will listen, what else would they do? If ya sound scared, they won't take ya seriously. Speak with poise, speak with confidence. You are in control. You are not weak, Alli. You are only weak if you believe that you are weak. Be strong, because you are."

Sometimes the worst people say good things. The words were painfully ironic, tinged with bad memories. She forced herself to dwell on the words, not on the person. She knew she would be near useless in combat, so she might as well lead. That gave her more reasons to be strong, to abandon the weak girl who was crying only hours earlier. No, she wouldn't be abandoning that girl, she would just be repairing the foundation, strengthening herself. She had to be strong. She needed to be strong. She wanted to be strong.

She took a deep breath.

"My name is Allison. Allison Revel." Her voice shook slightly, ever so slightly, though that was still too much. She clenched her hands around each other. Speak with poise. Speak with confidence. "My ability probably isn't as flashy as the rest of yours. I can summon a blade which can cut through anything, except for living things. Instead of cutting, it just passes through. It can also prevent anyone in contact with it from using their abilities. The blade only lasts for a minute at a time. Takes a whole three to recharge." Allison looked at everyone else. She felt good. She wanted to keep speaking. "So, Chris and Aaron will have to hang back? I'll likely stay back with them. We don't really know what we're facing, so we can't be sure if we'll be facing anything with some sort of casting ability. If we are, it still depends. I don't have any formal combat training." It wasn't really a lie. She had fought a few times, but it definitely wasn't formal training.

"I don't want to force myself as a leader onto you all, that would be stupid and cocky, but I think I'd work better with leadership and strategy than I would with fighting." She spoke just as she wanted to, projecting her voice loudly and with confidence. She looked between the two girls who had remained nameless. "Oh, and do you two mind giving your names? We have to work together, at least to some extent, and knowing everyone's names will definitely help." She spoke with a tender calmness, though she retained the same serious tone she had held the whole time. The two girls were obviously Zoe and Savannah, the only names that hadn't been given a face yet, Allison just didn't know who was who.

"Anyway," Allison kept her attention switching between every member of the group. "We are about to be thrown into some sort of danger, and we will have to do our best. Yea, this fight is an assessment of our abilities, but it is also us putting our lives in danger. We are going to fight for our fucking lives. And we will win. We don't have a choice. We have to keep cool heads and fight on, no matter what happens. I hope you all the best, sincerely." Allison felt wonderful. She felt confident. She felt Alive. She was ready for what was about to happen.

"We don't know what will be waiting for us. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. Hopefully it's nothing ridiculous like a flying spaghetti monster, or something." Allison finished her speech just as they arrived at their destination.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

What was intended to be a joke turned out to be a third correct. The green team was supposed to take on three flying spaghetti monsters and a horde of man-eating meatballs. Ridiculous and horrifying all at once. Allison was happy that she had decided to make her speech before they arrived, as they had now had no time to waste. The meatballs were coming right at them.

"Alright, I'm definitely staying back with Aaron and Chris." Allison prepared herself a thousand times over. 'Do not be afraid. This is not a time to be afraid. Be strong. Be ready for anything, even walking meatballs.'

Chris had suddenly disrobed and gone onto the ground. Why did his transformation have to include getting naked? He had said not to look, but that just made Allison want to look more. Did the idiot have no concept of reverse psychology? Of course Allison looked at him, screaming at herself in her head that it was the stigma doing it. Allison was kind of disappointed at what she saw. She turned back to the evil Italian food.

The battle was beginning. Allison smiled at Angel as the metalhead rushed forward, screaming a sonic wave of death at the murderous meatballs.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

For Allison Revel, the truck ride was hell. She sat awkwardly, uncomfortably shifting her weight as the vehicle moved along. The cuffs felt heavy on her wrists, though she welcomed the weight. Allison stared at the ground below her, finding it a more comforting view than the pathetic captives that surrounded her; twenty or so subnatural menaces being taken to a secure facility so that they could be kept in check. The entire ordeal was depressing, and more than anything, it was pathetic.

Allison's mind was flooded with thoughts, each of which she tried to ignore. Thoughts of the past few months, of him, of the bleak future that stood before her, and of the urges. Yes, the urges, the lustful ones that poked at her from the back of her skull, seeping into every single thought, every memory, every idea. It didn't help that it was early in the morning, probably not long past midnight, which was definitely the worst time for her. The thoughts that crowded in her head were drowning in the worst that her stigma had to offer. She thought of finding a way of freeing her hands, to try and loosen her mind for a moment, or of someone coming up behind her and... No, no, no, no. She needed to stop herself, control her mind, tighten the leash on her thoughts. Letting them loose wouldn't do anything, she knew that. She needed to control herself. So, she sat there, staring at the ground, shifting around in discomfort, and biting her lip as the thoughts hit her in waves. She was thankful for the presence of those cuffs.

Several times during the ride, she heard one of her fellow passengers speaking up. His comments were stupid and rather annoying. They were there just to fill the silence, and to be honest, Allison preferred the silence. As dumb as his words were, Allison found his voice to be nice. She didn't care enough to see what he looked like, well, she did, but she kept her head down anyway.

At some point, the calm night turned into a minor panic. Allison did end up looking up as they came to a sudden stop, seeing two lightly dressed women passing over them, bathed in a golden light. Precursors. Allison didn't know their names, though she did know enough about them to know that what just passed over her were two precursors. Lightly dressed precursors, at that. Thoughts flooded into her mind, of course, but she was quick to toss them away. The precursors were obviously fighting something, but instead of looking around, Allison just turned her head back down as the transport started moving again.

Outside of a few moments, the entire stretch of time was a blur for Allison, at least in recollection. As it turns out, sitting in a truck whilst chained to a bunch of people you don't know, with your thoughts torturing you as a bonus is not the kind of thing you would want to remember.
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After the arrival, Allison was slightly more calm. Well, as calm as one could be when your a prisoner. The chamber they had been taken to was at least preferable to their transport vehicle. Allison stood in silence as the old woman arrived.

Lina Zhang didn't actually look too old, but Allison found referring to her as such to be slightly amusing, even if it was only to herself. The director started to speak, and Allison listened as carefully as she could.

"I am Director Lina Zhang, and from now on I'll play the role of guardian and prison warden to all of you. Generally, welcoming parties at three in the morning are rescheduled for seven in the morning to allow everyone time to sleep. But as I understand it, your convoy ran into some trouble along the way. I'm here to make sure this potential mishap hasn't given any of you thoughts on escaping."

Allison assumed that she was referring to the whole precursor thing. She wasn't exactly sure how that related to escaping, but maybe that had something to do with whatever the precursors were fighting. Then again, Allison hadn't really considered escape seriously.

When Zhang brought in the firing squad, Allison tensed up a bit. Being surrounded by gun-wielding soldiers uneased the girl, even though she had been surrounded by several people that those gun-wielding soldiers would probably see as more dangerous for a while now. That was an interesting thought. The soldiers saw the subnaturals as a threat, though they were the ones who were more dangerous at the moment. What did they think of Allison, then? She couldn't kill anyone if she wanted to. Harmless. Were any of them dangerous? Allison didn't know, and the guards probably didn't know either.

"As you've realized by now, the cuffs suppress your abilities, and the two nearby without cuffs do not have enough firepower to save you. So here are your options: my soldiers proceed to outfit you with the standard tracking cuffs on your ankles and you do not resist in any way, or I point at any unruly members of the group and they die."

Zhang was certainly ruthless. She seemed like she had been doing this sort of thing for a while. Allison did not want to get in this woman's way.

"Prism has finished dealing with the nearby issue and is on hand for any potential trouble with the new arrivals, but I find it a massive waste of a Precursor's time to deal with trifling matters, so I'll give any of you that wants it an easy exit. Just let me know if you would like to escape. I'm a proponent of free will, after all, and you certainly have the free will to tell me if you'd rather die here than later at Prism's hands."

Allison kept still, looking forward, hands clenched together. She waited for the event to be over.

"I will personally see to your execution, in that event, but I'm also willing to answer any last questions you might have, of course. Feel free to discuss my generous offer with your peers, particularly Lawrence and Lillianna there."

This was the first time that Allison had noticed the two people that Zhang referred to. Lawrence seemed quite calm and collected. He seemed to not care about what was going on around him, more focused on the cup of coffee in his hands. Allison hated coffee, the stuff was too bitter. Why had people chosen coffee as the best vehicle for morning caffeine? Lawrence seemed like a decent person to hang around, other than the whole coffee-drinking thing, and Allison would have tried to initiate conversation with him if it wasn't for the whole oppressively terrifying aura of the situation.
The other person, Lillianna, was quite small. In fact, she looked like a child. Allison was sure that the girl couldn't be much older than thirteen. Would they really lock away a child? Of course they would, these are the people who are willing to point guns at a crowd of unarmed, heavily restrained people just because they might be slightly dangerous.

Before she realized it, Allison's face shifted into a scowl. She quickly shoved off this expression, returning to a more neutral one. Allison looked away from Lillianna, sure that she would speak to the girl at later date. Of course, given Zhang's words, Allison was free to speak to them now, but Allison felt that that was far from wise.

While Allison stayed quiet, others were not so apprehensive. The first to speak was a young man who was a bit taller than Allison. His skin was pale, and he seemed rather thin. Nothing about him really stuck out to Allison, as even his question was rather reasonable. What Allison was interested by was the response from the coffee-drinker, Lawrence.

"Yeah, it sounds like the stupid sort of obvious lie you'd hear from a movie villain, but it's true in a sense. If you try to fight back, you will be killed, and until that was made perfectly clear to you guys it would almost be unfair to give you the opportunity to do so at all. Once we're finished with the orientation and you really understand the consequences of your actions, your freedoms will expand considerably, so please try to be patient for a bit. I know it sucks, I was in the same spot a year ago. But, now as you can see I'm here, so it does get better. I'd say you get about as much freedom as your average boarding school student, which isn't too terrible compared to, say, a life in chains. As long as you follow the rules then USARILN East won't really care what you get up to in your free time. You'll even get some spending money every month and be able to walk around town."

She found his words to be reassuring, and she felt slightly more comfortable with the guns pointed at the group of subnaturals.

"In case we try to escape? Oh, of course. Nothing makes me want to run free more than knowing there's a bunch of creatures out there that could kill me in two seconds flat. But as long as we're being chained up for our own good, that's fine. Gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, you know? I didn't think they cared."

The second person to speak was a girl who was, amusingly, taller than the pale kid. She spoke her mind, seeming pretty annoyed by the whole situation. She had an air of confidence around her. The first word that came to Allison's mind was "dominant", and that felt like a perfect way to describe her. Allison was definitely interested.

“I would prefer not to die today, if that’s possible.”

Next was a boy who looked, for lack of a better word, dead, which was ironic given his statement. He looked like the corpse of a tall man that had gotten up and started talking. Though, he did have nice hair.

"Um, yeah, Queen Stick, question over here! Can I get my mandatory criminal ankle bracelet in chestnut? Anything else tends to clash with my eyes."

The next person to speak spoke sarcastically, the same annoying words and decent voice that had remained in her mind from the truck ride. Now that Allison had a look at him, she didn't know how to feel about him. Of course, there were thoughts about what to do with him that floated in the back of her mind, but they were dulled by the whole situation. His face was scarred, and Allison wasn't sure if that was good or bad. It kind of looked cool, but he seemed to be a really obnoxious person, and scars didn't really look that good on obnoxious people.

"...I wonder how rooming will work..."

A girl about Allison's height said something, but it seemed like little more than thinking out loud. The girl was thin, and that was all that Allison could tell from looking at her. She didn't really say much, and that really prevented Allison from getting any semblance of her personality. She was kind of cute, though.

"Why are you threatening us with a firing squad, and inviting us to be executed? Didn't some of them volunteer, and this is how you treat them? We're valuable tools for the government, aren't we? You shouldn't be so willing to throw us away just so you can look credible."

"Ma ithis, nar chacair!"

The next few to speak were a tall, dangerous-looking girl, who's words were both reasonable and accusatory, and an angry girl who shouted something in a language that definitely wasn't English. Multiple people stepped away from the dangerous girl when Allison noticed that she had slipped from her cuffs, and she decided to join in on the craze, spreading the distance between them slightly.

"It's true that some. . . subnaturals have caused problems, done terrible things even. But many of us have done nothing wrong. Some came here voluntarily, or even wanted to come. Why are we all being treated like criminals?"

“We’re just like wild animals to them! They don’t care who you are, how old you are or where you come from! We’re monsters. Monsters to be tamed and disposed of, nothing less. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t cooperate. Just… give me some work to be done so I can’t think too much about it. Hell, I admit that I’ll even do like the poor fuckers out there this morning and help in saving your Regulars’ sorry asses if I don’t get shot at before then.”

An athletic girl who seemed to be Indian, or something similar, spoke in agreement with the dangerous girl. Allison saw where the two of them were coming from, though she still kept quiet. A loud woman who was the epitome of a metal-head responded in a seemingly angry fashion, though she also seemed to be at least somewhat reasonable.

"Just wanna go to sleep."

"I-I'll...w-wear the ankle cuff. P-please don't k-kill me."

An athletic woman with blue hair mumbled something, but Allison couldn't make it out. A young man spoke shakily, and Allison saw the cowardly boy as somewhat amusing. Messing with him might be kind of fun.

"Can i please not be shot for what the others are doing? I'll take the ankle cuff willingly as well, just to be clear on the matter."

The next to speak was a young man who seemed calm and collected. He was being pretty reasonable. Multiple people in the group seemed to represent a danger to the rest. Allison didn't want to get hit by a bullet because someone else decided to do something stupid. Sure, Allison didn't really want to be here, even if she did come here voluntarily, but that didn't mean dying was better. Her being here was all his fault. He ruined everything and then he disappeared. Why...

Allison stopped herself from thinking about it, and continued to look around at her fellow prisoners in silence.

" I'm ok with getting that ankle thing on me. No problem. I just have to ask you something, Director Zhang. When will be allowed to roam freely into the school it self? "

A tall red-haired girl asked a reasonable question, one that the coffee-drinker had partially answered earlier, but it was still worth hearing the answer to. Allison considered asking a question of her own, but as she probed her mind, she found that the only questions she had weren't really worth asking. It was just easier to stay quiet. She'd much rather wait, and keep those questions until they were necessary. So, Allison Revel silently stood chained to a bunch of strangers with guns pointed at them.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Just wanted to mention that Emma and Allison's pictures are both by the same artist.

Because I've a strange addiction to coincidences, it would seem.

(That's not just a "probably because they look similar" sort of thing, either. kuvshinov-ilya.deviantart.com -- one of my fav dA artists)

@Baklava

Cool, didn't know that. Now that I look back at the images I was choosing from for Allison, this artist did a good portion of those images.