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[ allison's relearning how to be alone. instead of isolating the people she's left behind. europe is something of a second home to here, having divided her time between france and the states. london is somewhat new to her but she thinks that the hustle and bustle of this particular city suits her better than a small town in northern california.
she had initially wanted to just spend new year's eve in the quiet, but her father of all people suggested that they see the fireworks over big ben.
she has to admit as the clock strikes twelve that it is a beautiful sight standing on the bridge and watching sparkles fill the sky. the sight is so distracting and the crowd is so saturated that she seems to have lost her father in the mix. bumping into the person next to her, she still quietly apologizes, ] Oh, I'm sorry.
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[ but the new year's festivities still take allison through some of the delights london has to offer. if the holidays really are a time of peace between enemies, allison can't argue with that sentiment. in a thick knitted scarf, allison pulls her red plaid coat tighter around her body as she waits in the train station.
reports say that the crowd – and unforeseen circumstances – have caused a transportation backup. her phone is on its last stretch and she can't even listen to music now.
there's always a knife tucked into her boot. actually, there are two knives tucked into both black boots she wears tonight. it's dark underground and she doesn't want to let her guard down even after her evening. ]
allison argent | teen wolf ( human )
[ allison's relearning how to be alone. instead of isolating the people she's left behind. europe is something of a second home to here, having divided her time between france and the states. london is somewhat new to her but she thinks that the hustle and bustle of this particular city suits her better than a small town in northern california.
she had initially wanted to just spend new year's eve in the quiet, but her father of all people suggested that they see the fireworks over big ben.
she has to admit as the clock strikes twelve that it is a beautiful sight standing on the bridge and watching sparkles fill the sky. the sight is so distracting and the crowd is so saturated that she seems to have lost her father in the mix. bumping into the person next to her, she still quietly apologizes, ] Oh, I'm sorry.
[ but the new year's festivities still take allison through some of the delights london has to offer. if the holidays really are a time of peace between enemies, allison can't argue with that sentiment. in a thick knitted scarf, allison pulls her red plaid coat tighter around her body as she waits in the train station.
reports say that the crowd – and unforeseen circumstances – have caused a transportation backup. her phone is on its last stretch and she can't even listen to music now.
there's always a knife tucked into her boot. actually, there are two knives tucked into both black boots she wears tonight. it's dark underground and she doesn't want to let her guard down even after her evening. ]