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breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
Who: Allison Argent and Alec McDowell, later feat. Anita Blake
What: Triple A, activate!
When: Teensy bit backdated, to afternoon 102; after this
Where: The beach!
She was only out to look for Lydia, honestly. The other girl had barely given Allison an explanation before disappearing on her, and even though she was sure that Lydia could handle herself (...mostly) it didn't stop her from worrying. It eventually got enough that she just decided to go out, just to take a look. If her friend didn't need her, then that would be fine, but just in case... everyone always said it was better to be safe than sorry.
Allison still had a tight grip on her dagger as she came across the beach for the first time, and while it was obvious that something had gone down here there wasn't really anyone lingering around. Certainly not the redhead that she had been looking for, anyway. There was someone though - not Lydia, a guy - and Allison should have really just moved on, but she was curious. There could have been something wrong, and they were all stuck in this together, right? She couldn't just walk away. Tucking the blade away between her belt and her skirt, just enough to the side that it wasn't readily visible, she considered her options again before she made up her mind.
"Hey." Obviously a good starting point. Allison called out to him as she approached, arms folded over her chest as she frowned at the stranger. "Are you okay?"
What: Triple A, activate!
When: Teensy bit backdated, to afternoon 102; after this
Where: The beach!
She was only out to look for Lydia, honestly. The other girl had barely given Allison an explanation before disappearing on her, and even though she was sure that Lydia could handle herself (...mostly) it didn't stop her from worrying. It eventually got enough that she just decided to go out, just to take a look. If her friend didn't need her, then that would be fine, but just in case... everyone always said it was better to be safe than sorry.
Allison still had a tight grip on her dagger as she came across the beach for the first time, and while it was obvious that something had gone down here there wasn't really anyone lingering around. Certainly not the redhead that she had been looking for, anyway. There was someone though - not Lydia, a guy - and Allison should have really just moved on, but she was curious. There could have been something wrong, and they were all stuck in this together, right? She couldn't just walk away. Tucking the blade away between her belt and her skirt, just enough to the side that it wasn't readily visible, she considered her options again before she made up her mind.
"Hey." Obviously a good starting point. Allison called out to him as she approached, arms folded over her chest as she frowned at the stranger. "Are you okay?"