"Nous protègons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protèger eux-měmes."
TRANSLATION: WE PROTECT THOSE WHO CANNOT PROTECT THEMSELVES.
🏹Allison Argent
🏹Literate and Discriptive
🏹Ships with strong Chem (wherever a storyline takes her)
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get you?”
Allison leaned in just a touch more, crossing her arms, voice casual but laced with mock wonder. “Okay… this is going to sound crazy, but… you look exactly like this incredible singer I know.”
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Now knew was to hunt werewolves, New York had not been one of their many stops. But three of her good friends were here, one of which being Josie McCoy, who she'd met when the superstar diva had done a show in Beacon Hills when she was on tour.
She was very
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Watching Josie wipe down the milk frother all the more distracted and humming some song allison could not place. Allison leaned her elbows on the counter, while she heard the unmistakable distracted voice float toward her.
“Hi, welcome to Plunkin’. What can I
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Allison Argent grinned as she stared up at the big neon lights of New York, taking in the nightlife of the city she had heard so much about but never seen in person. While it was true that her family moved around a lot in her younger years, which she
@VenusteDirectr Course, it took some time to push and wiggle it in just right, but she did become successful in the end. She shut the trunk as quietly as she could so she didn't slam it down closed. She shouldered her backpack and walked around to the passengers side. She gripped the door handle
@AdeviousSoul "Yeah, well, trustworthy isn't exactly a word that defines you..." she responded, eyebrows knitting in unison at him incredulous. Deep down she knew he wasn't that offended or that surprised. After another minute though, she finally gripped his fingers.
"But alright, Enzo. Lets
@BeastSlayerJG on fire, I’m blaming you and Mr. Finch.”
She hesitated a second more, then then suddenly flung it across the canvas with a sharp, deliberate flick.
Paint splattered in jagged, angry arcs.
She blinked. Then smirked. “Okay. That was satisfying.”
@BeastSlayerJG see what happens when you mix all that with cadmium red and a brush I haven’t touched in five years.”
She took a step forward, dipped the brush in paint, and looked at the canvas like she was about to go to war with it.
“But if I end up crying in a corner or setting this place