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
Equal and Equidistant [M]
POSTED ON Jun 11, 2024 22:16:39 GMT
Alison readjusted the fascinator upon her head with frustration. Charity events had never been her favourite pastime. But, as most of her useful skills revolved around such scenes, Alison had been instructed by Rocket to mingle at one. Intended to be a way of gathering intel on League, she began to wonder if this was their non-offensive way of trying to get rid of her for a day.
Because, as far as she could tell, no one here was of any significance.
Her eyes flitted up to the stage where the biologist stood. Alison faked a smile with every achievement they mentioned, the speech littered with biological jargon she could barely understand. She tried desperately to pay attention, but she found her mind turning to a more pressing matter in the room.
Her outfit.
Alison’s face pulled into one of mild disgust as her eyes dragged along the fabrics the biologist had seemingly thrown together seconds before crossing the stage. For an event intended to celebrate her accomplishments, the outfit was… definitely a choice. Alison knew she couldn’t blame the biologist for their fashion blindness. They spent most of their time in stained lab coats and khakis, after all. Though, as her eyes flitted over to the beauty of the Milotic, she couldn't help expecting better.
As the speech ended, Alison released an aspirated sigh. Swigging down another class of champagne from a passing waiter, she scanned the room of unfamiliar faces, searching. At this point, she just wanted someone to talk to. Anyone.
As if by fate, a voice beside her made her turn suddenly. She blinked in disbelief. Delilah Silph? She’d recognise that face anywhere. For her own sake, though, she tried her best to hide it.
“I’d be lying if I said marine biology was a subject I was familiar with,” She whispered in response, matching Delilah’s playful tone. “I was worried if she said ‘Anthozoa’ one more time, a curse might suddenly be afflicted upon us.”
Alison tilted her empty class towards Delilah, feigning ignorance of her identity with an inquisitive expression. “You look familiar. Are you sure you aren’t an oceanography fan? I could have sworn I saw a poster of you and – Katy? – swimming with Finneons at the entrance.”
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