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Character Portrait: Mike Stinster Character Portrait: Baby Stewart Character Portrait: Jack Jackson Character Portrait: Serenity Calvert Character Portrait: Alison Keegan Character Portrait: Gage Rogers Character Portrait: Matvei Markovich
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Alison Keegan

Just when things seemed to be not that bad, the muscular woman blew up. Not literally, that would have been cool, though.
As if Alison wasn't already completely irritated, the yells coming from this very.. burly girl wormed their way into her ears, resulting in a mild headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but still annoying. Then they all started complaining - maybe they had just realized that they would have to spend a month, maybe more with these people. Allie was just starting to realize it, too.

People started to settle down slightly when an old man walked in, and Allie immediately decided he was perverted, for no other reason than the fact he worked at this shit hole. He clapped like a seal to get their attention as he began, ''Right, boys and girls, I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on."

Her piercings had to go? Well, now, Brandy, it seemed that they had stumbled along a little problem there. Already, without hearing the rest, she knew she was going to be pissed with whatever the rest of his speech was. Now what was he saying, a fucking stone circle? What are they - actually, no animal lives in a stone circle. Make food, yadayadayada.. wait, she couldn't make a fire. I guess she'd just starve herself then. Then a blanket, well it was an upgrade from this little 'hut.' Then there was the no talking, complaining or swearing.. pssht, yeah right. Alcohol and smoking, none of that bothered her.

"Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every jewelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''
As soon as her name was called, Alison stood up and walked over to the old guy.
"No hair color, and I can't take out my earrings, Mr.. uh.. Brandy. If I do they'll get infected. It's not pretty," she shrugged, in a whole 'It's not my fault or my problem' kind of way before continuing. "Oh, and here," she handed him the cheap ring she had bought before she arrived here, and then slipped off the necklace her mother had given her as a going away present. She didn't really give a damn about either of those.

She threw them on the ground at her feet. "I know out here you've been living off horse shit for your whole lives or whatever, but I don't know how to make a fire," she added sharply. "We weren't all raised in the wild you know, we're not animals." She rolled her eyes, before turning around.