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#𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 | indie rp blog for Alison Marie Mable, an original character based in her own lore with verses featuring far cry 5 - fallout 4 - and many more. blog is usfw/usft, as topics featured on this page may not be suitable or comfortable for all. please curate your space accordingly and read the rules within the carrd. 

#𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚝: only child weaned on neglect, i am my mother and fathers daughter – hell in flesh, bound by nature and the dirt, a maw dripping with malice, starving oneself of affection only to kiss any knuckles offered, and much more. triggering topics such as sex, murder, religious psychosis, drugs, drinking, cannibalism, assault, etc shall be mentioned on this blog. 

Knuckles rap on the driver's side window and Alison wears a wary expression on her face waiting for the poorly tinted glass to lower. With furrowed brows she motions toward the right rear of the vehicle, voice reaching beyond the glass itself. “ Hey! You got a flat – but I was gonna tell you, I was sat over there a couple minutes ago and some tall son of a bitch came waltzing by and gouged that thing. “ Green eyes widen as she leans back to look at the tire once more, lips pursing in a grimace. “ Who did you piss off? Cause she’s got multiple stab wounds. “ 

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Fingertips flip through the file exposed on the table top, a brief once over before she’s closing the manila folder with a soft thump. There wasn't much to argue – every piece of evidence was in fact rather solid, and Alison was more than surprised they’d managed to secure this much let alone any at all. Most records regarding the incident had been buried like every politician's dirty secrets, but this was impressive and it shows in how she regards Claire with a sheen of respect. “ Okay – you’ve got the nails and the hammer, why aren't you pinning this cock sucker to the wall then? Or is there something else you’re not telling me? “ 

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Lips turn downward as Alison pops open the bag on the table, brows drawing in a disgruntled expression. “ I cut off the crusts and I made sure to use the peanut butter brand you liked, I even went out to buy it specifically for this. “ Teeth grit together for a brief moment as she tries to recall what the hell could’ve happened to the pb and j she’d packed that morning, and briefly the thought of Baby doll flits across her mind – but the cat wouldn't go for it; even she knew that. After all grape jelly wasn't her bag she tended to lean into the syrup route for condiments. Turning around she grabs the cooler on the back of the truck, dragging it forward without a second thought despite its weighted nature. “ Here! Why the fuck did i store it in here? Did you at any point mention liking your pb and j cool? “ 

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 Dusk follows behind them like a loyal dog, trotting behind the old worn truck with a steady pace. Peaches sits comfortably in the bed of the pick up while Alison steers the familiar old beast down the curving backgrounds of Holland Valley. The roads had been quiet for the most part and deep in her gut she knew something was up. A glance is cut and given to Jack, noting the way the fading light caught on the edge of his silver hair. By the end of this he’d go completely white she was sure of it. “ When this is all over, y’think anyone's ever gonna go back to normal? “ 

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nail  biting   |   throat  clearing   |   lying   |   interrupting  |   chewing  the  ends  of  pens   |   smoking   |   swearing   |   knuckle  cracking   |   thumb  sucking   |   muttering  under  their  breath   |   talking  to  themselves   |   nose  picking   |   binge  drinking   |   oversleeping   |   snacking  between  meals   |   skipping  meals   |   picking  at  skin   |   impulse  buying   |   talking  with  their  mouth  full   |   humming/singing  to  themselves   |   chewing  gum   |   leg  jiggling   |   foot  tapping   |   hair  twirling   |   whistling   |   eye  rolling   |   licking  lips   |   sniffing   |   squinting   |   rubbing  hands  together   |   jaw  clenching   |   gesturing  while  talking   |   putting  feet  up  on  tables   |   tucking  hair  behind  ears   |   chewing  lips   |   crossing  arms  over  chest   |   putting  hands  on  hips   |   rubbing  the  back  of  their  neck   |   being  late   |   procrastinating   |   doodling   |   shredding  paper   |   peeling  off  bottle  labels   |   forgetfulness   |   running  hands  through  hair   |   overreacting   |   teeth  grinding   |   nostril  flaring   |   slouching   |   pacing   |   drumming  fingers   |   fist  clenching   |   pinching  bridge  of  nose   |   rubbing  temples  |   rolling  shoulders

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Her index and thumb pinch against the tip of her tongue, the bummed cigarette wafting menthol smoke into the six o'clock morning air. Alison’s green eyes are squinted as she peers at Georgia, absorbing the worn and tired look that settles on her pretty face. “ Y’know I can bullshit with Quinta and tell her you were sick or somethin’ – you can go home and get some rest then. “ Her offer is sincere even if her voice is also laced with grogginess, she hates mornings. “ Hell, do you want me to unlock suite eight so you can catch some sleep? Janet isn't coming in till three today. “

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