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Throughout her stay in the cell, Allison didn't move much, though occasionally paced before sitting back down again when tired. Being in jail was boring as fudge. For a while she didn't even want to talk to any of the people around her, be it other people in cells or even some random police officer. Though as time passed, she became bored enough to ask a few questions to a random male police officer.

"Hey, um, excuse me, but I've got a question um..."

"You may call me 'Officer Moody' and please don't give me any flak about the name. I already know."

"Uh...all right...Moody..um..sir...I've got a question, what'd you do with all my stuff? I had a bag and it had everything in it."

"What's your name again?"

"Oh, uh it's Allis-HEM um it's E-elizabeth...um...E-evans...?" she was finding it harder and harder to not seem like "Elizabeth" had a split personality called "Allison" and honestly, she only hoped she got Elizabeth's last name right from how the cop announced her arrest a couple hours ago. Or at least she guessed it was a couple hours ago. There were no windows, and it didn't seem like Elizabeth wore a watch like she did. At this point in time she kind of just wanted to start going by her usual name and pass it off as another personality. Maybe she would get a lesser sentence that way. Or rather Elizabeth would. Some plea of insanity? The cop had looked at her strangely but didn't seem too concerned.

"...all right. Well your valuables are most likely being analyzed and held as possible evidence. Thus, they may not be returned to you, at least for a while."

"Awww what?! Oh my god," Allison sighed in annoyance. "Well I get one phone call, don't I?" she asked hoping the few times tv might be right about things.

"That is true. Do you want it now to help with possible bail?"

"Yesssss." she hissed, not able to hold back a glare. The officer then led her out of the cell and to the line to the one telephone on the wall.

"Hey wait. I need my book with my bag. It's got all my phone numbers in it."

"Well you can't have it."

"All right, fine." she had really wanted to call Elizabeth because boy did she have some talking to do, but unfortunately she didn't know her number. She had just written it down a little while ago after all. Thus, when it was her turn, she called the one phone number she had memorized by this point after all the texting. Allison hoped with all her remaining life that Harley would pick up as she dialed his cell phone number. While waiting in line, she had a whole conversation just about planned. It would all go to hell if he didn't pick up like a true bro.

"Um hi Harley. It's um...Allison...listen I know I sound weird, but you've probably figured out what happened already like the super smart guy you are but look. Before you say anything...I'm at the Brookridge police station. Remember that night we all got here? When we met up and searched for John? And we couldn't find him right? And then the weird feeling went away. Well, turns out, Elizabeth found him. And the police know. That's why the police were on campus the next day. So...um...I...I don't know what to do now. I'm not smart about this stuff and I know it's so stupid but I really don't know anything about the criminal justice system so uh...I...I need your help Harley...I'm sorry for being such a burden. You've got to find Eliza-elizabeth. Well, me."

Oh lols GS. I was like "Is this GS? Ji esu....yeah could be"

The next morning, Allison woke up in Elizabeth's body again and sighed. It looked like Elizabeth hadn't woken up yet and so she got up and prepared to go out as silently as possible. She was about to cross the room for her jacket before stopping and looking at herself asleep. I don't know if I look cute or even more dorky than usual. It would probably feel weird to wear her own jacket on Elizabeth's body, so she decided to instead take her bag and leave the jacket. She figured she should leave a note this time before putting on Elizabeth's more fashionable black coat and left the room.

Dear Elizabeth,
I went out.
Sincerely, Allison

She didn't really feel like being in the academy at the moment so she left and rode the metro all the way to Finisterre. After getting off the metro she just walked and walked past all the shops and casinos and restaurants. She was really just walking and sightseeing until something caught her eye. A host club. A host club? There was one so close to where I lived?! Oh my gosh I have got to check this place out. Allison thought eagerly heading towards the place with an excited smile, however she was then stopped and startled by a voice behind her. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you?" she had jumped and turned around, freezing immediately in the spot. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just have a few questions if you don't mind me asking?" the man said with a smile on his face. He was a police officer. "Oh..uh..sure." Allison replied confused. Why was a cop questioning her? Should she ask for a lawyer? No that's dumb. That'd be even more suspicious. "Are you a Miss Elizabeth Evans?" he asked pulling out a notebook. "Uh no I'm A-" her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught her mistake. Oh right I look like Elizabeth. "a...just joking-a with you! Ahahahaha...." she said in a mock Mario style laughing half heartedly. Even she knew that was a bad joke. "Um. Yes, I'm..Elizabeth." she replied a little more serious, her face stoic once more. "All right. Are you a student of Brookridge Academy?" the officer asked ignoring her fail. "Uh well yes, but I actually went to Bellhurst, but then there was a flood and....yeah."
"School hasn't started yet, why are you already at the academy so soon?"
"Well, some people were getting together to just go up and see the place for a bit and we ended up staying the night there, and that night turned into...um...so yeah...we just ended up staying..."
"And where were you on the night of the 16th?" The 16th? When was that? That was the day you guys all first went up there. Oh right.
"Uh, I was just walking around looking at the campus." The questions hadn't stopped and they continued on.
"And can anyone prove this claim?"
"Prove? Like an ali-" her eyes widened again. Why would she need an alibi? What were all these questions for? "Um...I can't really remember that well. It was a while back...you know?" she tried not to smile a nervous smile, but it sort of came out anyway. That seemed to be all the officer needed as he asked her to turn around. "Wh-why?" she asked as she complied anyway. She didn't realize what was happening until she heard a click and a tightening around her wrists. What?
"Elizabeth Evans, you are under arrest for the murder of John Quincy on the night of the 16th. You have the right to remain silent as anything you say may and will be used against you." SHE DID WHAT? "What?! I don't even know a John Qu-" Suddenly the memory popped up. The name that you wanted to kill. But you and Harley never found him. So Elizabeth did? "Qu-quincy..." she finished faltering a little. Allison couldn't believe this. The cop led her to his nearby cruiser and helped her sit in the back. She stared sullenly at the back of the seat in front of her. She had been arrested for a crime she didn't commit, but Elizabeth had. She must've been forced to. But there's no way to prove that. She was quiet throughout the whole drive to the Brookridge Police Station. When they arrived she had to get her prints taken and her photos taken. Allison was a bit annoyed that she couldn't wash her hands of the ink afterwards and when she went in for pictures, she inadvertently smiled until they told her to stop. She did it anyway. Maybe that would give a better impression of her? Unless Elizabeth's smiles end up looking like some kind of twisted smile. She was then taken to a cell, and her cuffs were finally off. Unfortunately her bag was taken which had mostly everything she had in it. Allison sighed disheartened that this was happening to her. She didn't know what she was going to do next.

Dude I missed you. But it's good to hear you're all right and still being cool as always. XD

Allison listened transfixed to the story. Her mouth gaped at the part where they had to kill someone to leave. Crestatia forced them to murder? Wow...that is...that is rough. She then backtracked to the names. Wait...Quintus?! Quintus did...oh man that's...that's terrible...she must feel terrible... she thought mournfully thinking of the girl. Was that the reason she always looked so sad or distant? Allison looked down on the ground in thought. A guy named Altair had saved her? How nice of him to do that, but he got cursed. It's unfortunate she doesn't remember the words, but oh well. Maybe it's not a fatal curse? As if that would happen. "W-wow...you guys went through a lot...I'm sorry that happened to you, Elizabeth. But, thanks for telling me about some of the events that Crestatia's caused. Oh, speaking of which, I...had actually seen her. There were others also. We were all sitting at a round table and she allowed us to ask some questions, but...I guess we weren't specific enough as none of her answers really helped or gave insight. I'm sorry. But, uh thanks for sharing. We should go to bed now. 'Night." she finished with a slight smile as she went underneath the covers and tried to go to sleep. It would be a while before she did as her thoughts raced around her head.

"Yeah that'd be great. I know that my friend Harley said that you guys went through some crazy stuff, and something about a random flood? What's the real story?" she asked eagerly. Allison loved storytime. She liked telling stories and listening to others' stories. Storytime was the best time besides maybe dessert time. And food time in general. She hoped she didn't look too silly in Elizabeth's body but she probably did being all happy and such in a normally more stoic faced person than she sometimes.

Oh my gosh dude hi. I haven't seen you in FOREVER. HOW have you been?

Allison wrote down Elizabeth's name and number down in her book and agreed that they should probably just do their normal activities to get ready for bed and just hang out in the room. "What? Oh no I always kind of believed that e-mail. What sealed the deal for me was feeling the urge to kill someone. That was just weird." she replied easily. It took a moment before Allison nearly jumped through the roof. "WAIT. YOU GOT THE E-MAIL TOO?! So then you're from Bellhurst too right?! Oh man, all this time I thought you might've been from Brookridge. Hahaha..." she facepalmed herself while laughing at her silliness. "Sorry, but I've kind of been out of the country for the first couple days coincidentally during the time when I first saw the e-mail, so I've been really out of the loop." she explained sitting down on her bed on the usual side of the room. She wanted to just talk with Elizabeth, and finally maybe they wouldn't be so awkwardly cold around each other.

After Allison had opened her letter, she woke up from being shaken by someone. "Uh...wha? What's-" Her eyes widened as she saw herself shaking her. "A...a doppleganger? Am...am I going to die?" she asked sadly before noticing that her voice sounded strange. It wasn't hers. This bed was on the wrong side, this should be El- Allison's or rather Elizabeth's face suddenly had an understanding "oh" look as she slowly got out of bed and away from "herself" to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Her black hair was still long, so she would not have noticed any change immediately. As she stood staring at herself seeing Elizabeth's same look staring back, she touched her face, confirming that she was indeed in Elizabeth's body. And she in hers. "I...I...I need your number, Elizabeth." she said turning from the mirror and rushing to her bag to pull out a pen and her book. "You can have mine too." she said reciting hers.

Allison looked up at the girl that appeared. She said her name was Crestatia? So she's the one who sent the e-mail. She listened quietly as the others asked some questions. Most of them were ones she was also curious about, but she had managed to think of one other judging by the other questions. "If this is all a game, can we all win? Or is it only one or two winners?" she asked. A game with more than one winner wasn't that fun, but she felt that losing would be dying. Pondering more about it she was curious about the winners. "Speaking of which, what's the prize for winning? And can it be shared?" Those were the only questions she had, she couldn't really think up much more.

Allison blinked as she stood beside the girl in her chair. Heidi...? That sounds familiar... Suddenly a word and picture popped into her head. Bandaids "Heidi! It's good to see you again! I actually have something for you- I just- hang on a second..." she exclaimed as she looked down searching while she headed back towards her seat. Maybe she dropped them there when she got up. "I...they were...*sigh*..." she stopped and just slumped down on the table trying to look apologetic to Heidi from where she was. She was really looking forward to giving her those bandaids too. Wait really? What, you think she's going to get excited about bandaids like a Christmas present or something? She huffed trying to hold back a snicker. That was a pretty silly thought she thought up.

It seemed that one by one the others around the table were waking up. And each one that woke up, Allison greeted with a wave and a small smile. She guessed the announcement or start of the meeting or whatever happens next will start when most everyone is awake and it looked like only a few more people were still asleep. It was then that one girl had fell backward out of the chair and looked extremely distressed. Allison wondered whether she should go to her and help or not. Oh come on just go. No one else is going to. And it's not like this place is rigged to explode. Just go. And so she slowly eased out of her chair and hesitantly made her way over to the girl step by tiny step until she just fastwalked over there. "Hey, are you-HEM Um, are you all right?" she asked confusedly as she cleared her throat. Something was a bit off here, but that wasn't important now. "Look, I know things are kind of weird right now, but we'll be fine. All right? Things will be revealed in due time. In the mean time, I'm Allison, what's your name?" she asked while gently patting the girl on the back trying to comfort her.

OOC- FIRST I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THANK YOU for stalling as long as you guys could and I can hardly believe this all happened at an ungodly early hour of the morning(for me). @_@ I'm so very sorry.

During Allison's sleep she had twitched and had been awake for a few seconds from the calling of her own name. Elizabeth? Wha-...nngh... It was still too early for her and she went back to sleep again. However, she soon woke back up from the sound of a voice speaking and her eyes quickly widened. She was sitting at a round table, not unlike her family dinner table with a rotatable circle in the middle for selection of food. Except there was no food. Or circle. Just a table and lots of people and a radical room of glass with a shifting color change outside. All right. This is pretty strange. It kind of seemed like a meeting room or a meeting table, so she sat quietly and waited for something to happen.

Finally done moping and being an ice cube, Allison headed back to the dorms where she immediately took a moderately long hot shower. She mulled over the texts with Harley, and her life before drying and clothing herself, now sufficiently warm. She was now in a black turtleneck and after performing her usual bedtime routine, went to sleep. How funny that it seemed plants were her only friends now at the garden.

welp caught with the ooc thread too. Also really scared with the HOW BORING *SNICKER* God forbid something extreme happens while I'm in class or something.

Edit- OH GOD IT REALLY HAPPENED.

Allison had stayed in the Heliocanthea again for way too long for someone that used to be slightly annoyed with plants and bugs and birds and nature. But that was what happened. Again. She read Harley's message and was just left disheartened and empty as she stared off into space doing nothing and freezing to death, but too lazy and unmotivated to conserve the little body heat she had and go back inside the nearby girls' dorms before she became an icicle. Guess I'm not considered that much of a friend to him. Well whatever! He's not considered that much of a friend to me either! she thought scowling angrily as she burned lazer eyeholes into the ground. She had put forth a good effort in trying to treat Harley like a relatively close-ish friend. A good effort. Wasted. Her teeth gritted more as the word echoed inside her head, reflecting back on herself and bringing up all sorts of terrible feelings and memories. Hot humiliating tears slowly began to well and Allison struggled not to blink and let them fall, not wanting to be tickled by the rolling of the droplets down her cheeks. Stop it! You're not a waste. How did it even come back to you? Are you really that arrogant to just always think back to yourself? Oh god stop it. No just stop you're not arrogant. Come on, you've tried so hard not to be. Pull yourself together come on. You're good. You're good. It's all cool. Sighing heavily, the building tension and tears went back down and she relaxed as she blinked. Those tears were not filled with emotion anymore and were just waste products from the many working cells of her body. Now calm, Allison texted Harley back, being sincere but also no longer bothered by him.

All right. I hope you feel better soon and i'm sorry i can't be of help.

Another day where nothing happened, Allison really should've just headed back, but she felt even more unmotivated and lazy to move. I'll just...stay here a bit longer. I guess. I should really make more friends. And write down their numbers. Next time I see Anthony, I'll ask him. Same thing with Heidi. And Quintus. And maybe if I manage to talk to that guy with Heidi and get to know him more then him too. Same goes for Marcus. Most times being alone in a beautiful garden would seem peaceful, though this time, it felt increasingly lonely for Allison. After all, plants can't talk.

No seriously. B| What kind of bacteria is imaassus?