Run Away Into The Fire (Drew)

Allison did not like being alone. It inevitably led to far too much thinking, about far too depressing things. Or, more specifically, she did not like being bored; people were simply the simplest way to not be bored.

However, people--or at least, people that Allison cared to spend much time with--were currently busy and/or missing. And had been for a while, so Allison had spent most of the day creating, removing, and recreating complicated tattoos on her face; abstract patterns made of hair-thin lines and tiny fragments of color that swirled and ran out from her eyes and up from her fingers. Really, the first had taken more time to remove than to create, keeping all the colors separate. It had been worth it, though; the colors almost sparkled against her skin, as pale as it was.

She was going to have to do something about her hair, on that note. Nearly an inch was now as pale, pure white as her skin was, if not paler, and it was beginning to look less weird and more ridiculous.

But, some time later. For now, Allison needed something better to focus on. Even ink could only distract her for so long. Before, she’d have solved that by going out and wandering, but now….

…Actually, now she was more than a bit sick of being nervous about leaving. Nothing bad had happened last time this time, that she remembered, so there was no reason not to go. And, since she was trying not to think anyway….

A few minutes later, Allison left Sanctuary wearing jeans, a black tee shirt that should work well with the tattoos, and a light jacket, because she’d remembered at the last second that it was actually still winter. Fortunately it was warm for winter, so the jacket was enough as long as she walked quickly. Then, fifteen minutes later, it started raining.

Allison spent a moment glaring spitefully up at the sky, then started running.

The bar she finally ducked into wasn’t one she knew, and contained far more single guys than she’d like, but it was the closest dry area around. And she had been looking for people; even annoying people would be a sufficient distraction.

Allison hovered for a moment, then headed for a small table, hanging her jacket on the back of a chair and sitting in another. The chairs were metal, which was just as well; she was just about completely soaked, and had to take a moment to try and wring her hair out before brushing it back and letting it drip behind the chair.

By which point, one of those single guys she’d been unhappy to see had already shown up. Well, you’re desperate. Allison didn’t shoo him away, though; she wanted a distraction after all, and if an annoying distraction was all that was available…. She could always leave once it stopped raining.