Life has been a whirlwind for Allison ever since her arrival in Los Angeles. She had quickly found out that venturing out into the real world with hardly any real life experience (or even exposure to life) hadn’t really been smart - especially at her age, and especially on her own - but her ability has come in handy on a few occasions. Finding shelter, getting a job, getting back to people that have gotten too handsy or want to exploit her. It hasn’t been easy, and there have been more than a few occasions when she has wanted nothing more than to pack her bags and go back to the safety of home, but at the end of the day she never had. She knows Klaus and Luther would welcome her back with open arms (or she hopes so, anyway), but their father? She’d be lucky if he let her back in, let alone let her stay, so in the end she had stuck it out.
And, lately, it was finally paying off. She had managed to get the right connection one night while working at the piano bar she worked at, and had landed a relatively big spot in a musical. After that, everything has been snowballing since. She’ll never admit which things since that night required some minor ‘adjustments’ in terms of her guiding events to happen in her favor, but she was finally making a name for herself. Not for the Academy, although a lot of people still seemed to remember that, but for herself. For her acting, for her singing, for what she could bring to the table.
As it is, tonight she’s going over her lines for a new movie she’s in. Her new apartment isn’t too big, but it’s nice and it gives her a beautiful view of Los Angeles. It’s the first thing she had spent money on after the check cleared when she signed on to the movie - get a new place, in a decent neighborhood, and with a killer view. It’s too much for someone her age, but she had been adamant about those requirements. Especially the view. There are days when she still misses New York, when the smog and the sunshine of the City of Angels is almost obnoxious, but the view of the skyline helps. She knows deep down, though, that she doesn’t miss the city itself. Allison isn’t that sentimental. She misses the good parts of her life she left behind. She misses Klaus, and being able to share her ascend to stardom with him how she had hoped she would. The view of the city is just a reminder of what she’s here to do.
When the call comes in, Allison’s brow furrows. It’s too late for it to be her agent, but she picks up nonetheless. When the operator tells her where the call is from, she’s quick to accept the call as she sinks onto one of the stools in her kitchen. Even from where she is, she can see the skyline of the city, the twinkling of lights that keep her company at night.
At the sound of Klaus’s voice, she smiles at once, nothing but relief and happiness at hearing her brother on the other line.
“She most definitely is. To what do I owe such a pleasant surprise?” It’s so good to hear his voice, and Klaus will be able to tell as much through the phone. Allison writes to him, and she doesn’t doubt that Reginald is aware of it, but it hasn’t stopped her from doing it regularly. It mainly consists of filling him in on her good finds of the West Coast, as if trying to convince him in some way of joining her. Is today finally that day?
The hoarseness in his voice registers, though, and she frowns slightly again, concerned. It’s the middle of the night back home, after all, and while she knows his sleeping schedule isn’t the best...this isn’t exactly something he has done before. “Are you okay, Klaus?”
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And, lately, it was finally paying off. She had managed to get the right connection one night while working at the piano bar she worked at, and had landed a relatively big spot in a musical. After that, everything has been snowballing since. She’ll never admit which things since that night required some minor ‘adjustments’ in terms of her guiding events to happen in her favor, but she was finally making a name for herself. Not for the Academy, although a lot of people still seemed to remember that, but for herself. For her acting, for her singing, for what she could bring to the table.
As it is, tonight she’s going over her lines for a new movie she’s in. Her new apartment isn’t too big, but it’s nice and it gives her a beautiful view of Los Angeles. It’s the first thing she had spent money on after the check cleared when she signed on to the movie - get a new place, in a decent neighborhood, and with a killer view. It’s too much for someone her age, but she had been adamant about those requirements. Especially the view. There are days when she still misses New York, when the smog and the sunshine of the City of Angels is almost obnoxious, but the view of the skyline helps. She knows deep down, though, that she doesn’t miss the city itself. Allison isn’t that sentimental. She misses the good parts of her life she left behind. She misses Klaus, and being able to share her ascend to stardom with him how she had hoped she would. The view of the city is just a reminder of what she’s here to do.
When the call comes in, Allison’s brow furrows. It’s too late for it to be her agent, but she picks up nonetheless. When the operator tells her where the call is from, she’s quick to accept the call as she sinks onto one of the stools in her kitchen. Even from where she is, she can see the skyline of the city, the twinkling of lights that keep her company at night.
At the sound of Klaus’s voice, she smiles at once, nothing but relief and happiness at hearing her brother on the other line.
“She most definitely is. To what do I owe such a pleasant surprise?” It’s so good to hear his voice, and Klaus will be able to tell as much through the phone. Allison writes to him, and she doesn’t doubt that Reginald is aware of it, but it hasn’t stopped her from doing it regularly. It mainly consists of filling him in on her good finds of the West Coast, as if trying to convince him in some way of joining her. Is today finally that day?
The hoarseness in his voice registers, though, and she frowns slightly again, concerned. It’s the middle of the night back home, after all, and while she knows his sleeping schedule isn’t the best...this isn’t exactly something he has done before. “Are you okay, Klaus?”