Fold in under..... Pull here, then.... There. Alissa stared at her creation, smiling when the child seated next to her gasped in amazement before letting out a terrified sqeeuk as the plane started its descent. Alissa placed the intricate paper dragon on the girls lap. All fear forgotten the girl picked up the dragon with a smile. The girls mother, which had first been very uncomfortable with the weirdly dressed woman entertaining her child, gave her a grateful smile.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/images-jpeg-9-jpg.135582/" title="images.jpeg-9.jpg">
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</div><br/>Alissa returned the smile, let the woman think what she wanted too. This had been for her, not the child. Sitting in a plane for hours, she had to keep her mind busy, hence the difficulty of her creation. It was either this or her inner voices going nuts. Why is she entertaining this?! She didn't know whether to laugh or be offended when the fortune teller reached out to her. She decided it was funny but told the messanger to get a real job and tell whoever sent her (oh she knows exactly who it was!!) she made a mistake, she has no idea what she meant and she was home.<br/><br/>That had been a week ago, whether she got the message, who knows. But slowly it ate away at her. Why. Why call her, even if the matrix was back? They didn't want her there then, why now? Why when she was finally rid of them all?! Why was she going back......... She missed Tristan.... NO! He had all his other sisters now, she was nothing but a burden to him.<br/><br/>Waiting for her bags she was very aware of the eyes on her. Allisa always drew attention, some days because she was talking to herself out loud, others because she had taken to wearing whatever she wanted, no matter what others thought of it. Today she had dressed in what made her feel pretty. She wanted to feel pretty. Needed to. What if they were there? Perfect Addy with her stupid pretty hair, or Emmy with her perfect everything! In fact, all of them were so pretty, maybe that is why Tristan were more worried about them than her.<div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6-jpg.135596/" title="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg">
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</div><br/>Once she had all her bags she didn't have to wait long for a taxi. "Where to miss?" You shouldn't be here" The man turned in his seat. "Excuse me?" But the young woman wasn't even looking at him, she was talking to her reflection in the mirror. They they want you and he doesn't need you. " she tilted her head" Then why did he keep on tagging along, forcing you to move again and again until we had finally lost him. "" But you miss him, "<br/>"I just want to know if he is okay" "You& know he's okay, I can feel it after al.  Then wh...." I'm sorry miss perhaps you should get out.<br/><br/>"Too late now Alissa, let's go" she finally looked at the man. She gave him the adress, hoping for the best. Who knows, they may not even show up