Re: Holding Pens: Allison
Allison tried screaming, despite the gag, glaring at the handlers, defiantly. She wasn't an object they could move around, but a person in her own right. She thought back to the camp, about her mother, everyone else she'd lost thanks to these people, and she was sickened to even be in their presence. Despite her confines, Allison looked around, trying to find any other possible ways out. At one point she caught sight of Stiles in a pen of his own, similar to her's, and the determined look in her eyes faltered a little - he was being hurt, and there wasn't anything she could do about it in here. Frustrated, she attempted to hurl a punch, but without even saying anything, the handler grabbed her arm, threatening her.
As a woman entered the pen, Allison tensed up, not in fear, but in determination that she didn't plan on listening to her. Unafraid as the woman looked at her, she locked eyes with her, simply glaring back, one of pure venom. She took a few steps backwards, a hand wiping at the drool threatening to spill over her gag before it had the chance to fall - she wouldn't look weak in front of this woman, these bastards - any of them. With no hesitation, she moved toward Eterna and shoved her, hard.