[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img][/center]
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[center][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM3mWHSHMGY]Broken Heart[/url][/sub][/center]

Allison Revel didn't sleep that night. Her mind was too busy with thoughts to allow her even the idea of rest. Her stigma had gone unsated for much too long, and her nights with Angel hadn't exactly helped. If anything, the frustrating lack of relief sent Allison spiraling further into her rut. She had half a mind to wreck the room, hoping that the destruction would give her some sort of release from her mental hell. She was, at least, still sensible enough to avoid that course of action, instead finding herself mindlessly grinding against pillows, attempting to play the guitar, and even talking to Angel's bird to keep her mind off of the brutal lust that pounded in her skull and radiated through her body.

Angel was supposed to get back at midnight. Though Angel couldn't truly relieve the poor girl of her burden, she was definitely capable of exhausting Allison enough so that they could both at least get some sleep. Without Angel, Allison was likely doomed to a sleepless night. The Abberation had hoped that her girlfriend had simply stayed out later than usual, and would eventually come back, but no. It was 5 AM before Allison knew it, and they were under attack.

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A disheveled Allison Revel stood as close to a corner in the basement as she could get with a guitar strapped to her back and Pavrotti's birdcage in her hands. There were too many people around her, too much going on. She stared at the ground, keeping her gaze off even the bird in her hands. She kept her mind on her breathing, staying virtually motionless. It was the only way to keep herself stable.

A shout from one of the staff about there still being missing people pulled Allison out of her focus, drawing her panicked eyes across the crowd around her. Angel was still gone. What happened? She was fine, right? She'd probably be there soon. She's perfectly fine. Allison wasn't going to lose anyone else, it just wasn't going to happen. Her hands gripped the cage much too tightly, her knuckles white.

Allison looked down at the small bird in the cage, clearly they were both equally unhappy about the situation. The bird certainly didn't like her cage being carried around like that, at least by Allison. hopefully this was only a temporary arrangement. Allison didn't exactly know how to care for a bird, and she definitely didn't have the mental capacity to do it at the moment. Though she could at least consider her surroundings, her mind was gripped by much less important things.

[color=a187be][i]"Angel will be here soon,"[/i][/color] Allison told herself repeatedly, though that sentiment was mostly ruled by a vain hope for relief, even though Angel couldn't bring such a thing. Slowly, an hour and a half passed, and Allison somehow managed to avoid pinning down the nearest person. There was still no Angel, and Allison was close to giving up hope. Angel wasn't coming. She was stuck out there somewhere, but she was definitely still out there, alive.

Aldritch rushed into the basement, and his words almost drowned in Allison's thoughts, though she caught the gist. They were to abandon the mansion, and go off to a ferry. Anyone left behind was dead untiil proven otherwise. Of course, Allison's first thought was to throw herself at the rain-soaked man, but her second was to stay behind and go after Angel. Allison wasn't just going to leave Angel for dead, especially if she wasn't yet. Just the hope that Angelique was still alive was enough to push Allison towards another suicide mission.

Allison's last conversation with Zoe repeated in her head, somewhere between thoughts of the length of Brent's member, and Emma's cup size. No suicide missions, or something to that effect at least. Rushing out against a group of murderous psychopaths definitely counted as a suicide mission. 

Allison's eyes floated across her allies, her ears catching vague snippets of conversations. She stayed where she was, awkwardly holding a bird cage in the corner of the basement for what felt like much too long before she noticed a difference in headcount. A few had gone ahead down the tunnel, but Allison was sure, even in her foggy mental state, that Siena and Brent hadn't left yet. There was only one explanation, though from the conversations Allison overheard, they were going after Greg, not Angel. Angel had to be alive, she had to be. If no one else was going after her...

No, Allison couldn't just run off now. That would be foolish, she'd get herself killed, or succumb to her stigma. She'd have to convince the others to help her, and she certainly wasn't in the state for that. There was only one option, then. There were others staying behind, apparently to wait for Brent and Siena. Allison could have stayed behind with them, there was a chance that things would go wrong and people would need to rush back to the mansion to rescue the others. It was certainly enticing to the girl's stigma, and that's exactly why Allison forced herself to walk down the tunnel. 
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[center][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PM3mWHSHMGY]Vague Hope[/url][/sub][/center]