[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img][/center]
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Allison's face was hot, the strap of Angel's guitar rubbed against her chest as she walked, and there was an undeniable dampness between her legs. She kept her focus on the cage she held in front of her, and the bird within it. It was all she could do to keep herself from being overwhelmed, though it was hard to consider her current state as anything other than overwhelming. Allison's mind fluttered between various fantasies, unwilling to settle on the crushing reality that the aberration desperately wanted a solution to. Her girlfriend was missing, possibly dead... No. Angelique was alive, she had to be.

The thought was overrun by Allison's stigma once more, though she was able to pull away from it for a moment when she came to the end of the tunnel, Sander's warning hitting her ears. Had the enemy already gotten to their evacuation point? If so... maybe they had Angel. That was, if she was alive, and if she was definitely captured. Unlikely, but the idea of it was enough. Allison could sate her stigma and save Angel. Perfect.

Allison's mind quickly fell back into it's depravity as she found her way up into the lighthouse. She took herself away from the rest of the group as quickly as she could, watching everyone else from a short distance. Hazel stepped outside without hesitation. Sander and Christmas huddled into a conversation that seemed more intimate than Allison had expected out of the two boys. She tore her gaze away as quickly as she could, though she did find herself glancing back a few times. Her eyes floated to Emma and Marcus heading to the top of the lighthouse with Kusari calling after them, Chris leaving, Zoe dashing outside, and Sophia just sort of standing around. A few moments later, her gaze fell upon Ernest, with Sander getting his fill of blood before joining the others to face a possible enemy. Allison had half a mind to join them. It would've been a bit more than half, but she was too busy considering the various uses for the guitar that still hung from her back, among other things.

Allison wandered over to where Sophia was standing, and awkwardly stretched out her arms, handing the bird cage to the young girl. She was the only person Allison could think to pass Pav on to, even if it would only be for a short while. She couldn't exactly trust Ernest, and Sophia looked like she could use some company anyway.

[color=a187be]"Hey, Sophia, do you mind watching Pav for a bit?"[/color] She sounded awkward, her face was flushed to a concerning degree, and she seemed much too anxious for someone who was asking someone to hold onto a bird for a bit. Allison didn't take no for an answer, and didn't even give the girl time to respond. She left the bird with Sophia, and quickly removed the guitar and left that nearby as well before turning and making a beeline for the exit. Allison hurried herself out after Zoe, and Sander. Her stigma was waiting to be sated.
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[@VampireOracle] Allison has left Pavrotti and Angel's guitar with Sophia without giving her the chance to say no. [/hider]