Allie
She/her
24
APRIL 19
Vaniville Town, Kalos
Demisexual
Performer
Grunt
We don't wanna face it, but we didn't make it
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Alison Everly
THE LIES WE BELIEVE
POSTED ON May 28, 2024 17:47:00 GMT
The bustle of the city had done well in patching up Alison’s heart when she had first arrived in Hoenn. The familiar streets that echoed memories of childhood outings gave her comfort in her somewhat dreary hour. But when the lights and the blur of moving bodies on streets became nauseating, she found herself retreating to the countryside. Oldale Town was a particular favourite. It’s houses with their window boxes, the well-kept community garden, the symphony of rustling leaves that played softly in the breeze. Seating herself down on a bench, Alison took a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. Watching the towns folk potter around quietly, some replanting flowers, others simply chatting, she felt at peace. Peace, however, was always ephemeral. Screeching tires pulled her attention to the road. She looked over her sunglasses with a grimace, a grey van breaking to a halt. TV Mauville was written in large letters on the vehicle's body, causing Alison to pull her hat down and readjust her glasses. Please no. With a bang, a middle-aged interviewer jumped from the van’s side door, cursing under his breath. Dishevelled, he approached Alison. “Hi Ma’am, sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you had directions to Mauville City? My driver seems to have taken a wrong.”Keeping her eyes low, Alison pointed to a very obvious sign showing Mauville City – 5 Miles on the road ahead of them. He smiled sheepishly, embarrassed. “Ah. Thanks so much – Wait” The man paused, looking at her more squarely. Dread ran through her veins at the man’s change in expression; recognition. “Alison? Alison Everly ?” his voice rose, the others in the van looking over in their direction. Some of the townsfolk’s attention turned in their direction. “Oh my god, it is you. Holy shit. No one has managed to have a single interview with you back in Kalos since the Kalos Queen performance. This could be huge… Could you spare us a few moments – Dan! Get the camera!"Snatching her jacket from the bench with a strained smile, she stood to leave. “I’m busy today, sorry. Some other time.” Alison’s voice was quiet as she moved around his body. Her pathway was instantly blocked by the interviewers’ hands on her shoulders. She flinched at his touch, watching with anxiety as a small crowd began to form behind the camera the other man had pulled from the van. A chill ran down her spine. “Move. Please. I don’t have time for this today.” Her firm tone was tinged with fear. Desperate.
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