[ When Allison answers, she will hear a recording, first, kicked off by chipper female voice that almost sounds like a real person. ]
Hello! This is a prepaid collect call from
[ A short pause follows and is proceeded by another female voice, sounding lower in pitch, less cheerful, and more robotic. ]
An inmate at Semione County Women's Correctional Facility. This call is subject to recording and monitoring. To accept charges, press one. To refuse charges, press two.
[ Once Allison makes her selection, the second automated female voice will continue her disclaimer. ]
Thank you for using T-Netix. You may start the conversation now.
[ There will be a soft clicking sound and then loud background noise can be overheard on the line. ]
[ Allison has been studying to take the test for her GED, so she’s reading at the kitchen table and trying to make sense of facts and things that, honestly, don’t really seem that important. She has died, for God’s sake, but she knows she still needs her high school degree, so...here she is. Studying.
All that goes out the window, though, when the call comes through and she freezes when she realizes where it’s coming from.
Especially when Lydia’s voice comes through the other side. ]
Lydia? Are you okay?
[ She’s already standing, rushing through the apartment to find her keys. ]
[ The words come out almost in a single string for how quickly she blurts them out. ]
Don't freak out, it's okay. I'm okay. I only have a couple of minutes, so I'll tell you when you get here, but can you come to Seminole County Women's Correctional Facility? You'll have to take an Uber, it's outside Orlando. I'll pay you back for everything.
Stop at an ATM and take out whatever the max is, I think it's like $500? And call a bail bondsman for the rest - they set my bail at a thousand dollars but they have all my shit, so I can't, like, give you my card to stop at another ATM.
Just don't freak out and don't say anything to anybody. Just...it's gonna be fine, I promise.
[ There is no way Lydia knows that and she's sure that won't be lost on Allison, but she feels the need to say it anyway. ]
[ Argents are great at compartmentalizing, and she focuses on that. Get her keys, get money, get to Lydia. It helps her to remain calm, to sound reassuring because Lydia needs her right now. ]
I’m already on my way out, don’t worry. I’ll get you out of there.
[ There’s a determination in her voice that is clear, that pretty much says she’ll break her out if she has to, but she has to remind herself that they’re in the “real” world. There’s bail and a process and it’s fine. She’ll be fine. She’ll get her out in no time. ]
Are you sure you’re okay? Are you hurt?
[ She’s already out of the apartment, requesting an Uber while she talks. She just needs to know that, because as much as she tries to focus, that’s the main thing she wants to know right now. ]
[ If someone tries to hurt Lydia again, she thinks, Lydia will get a chance to return the favor because Allison would more than likely get herself arrested then.
But, that’s for later. ]
I love you, too, and no you don’t owe me anything.
[ There’s a little warning tone to let them know their time is running out, and Allison tries to ignore the way her heart twists in her chest because she wants to keep her on the line until she gets there. Collect calls are apparently not very forgiving, though.
The Uber is here. I’ll see you in a little bit, okay? It’ll be okay, we’ll get it all worked out. I love you, Lydia.
[ She can’t say bye back, because she wants her to know she’s on her way, to focus on that. Allison has never been arrested, exactly, unless Alpha counts as some sort of weird prison of sorts, but she just wants to get her out of there.
For the first time since arriving she finds herself wishing she would have registered so she’d have more disposable income, but she has enough to cover this and that’s plenty.
As the call clicks to an end, Allison promises the Uber an extra large tip if he rushes the hell over. She needs to get her best friend home. ]
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phone call;
Hello! This is a prepaid collect call from
[ A short pause follows and is proceeded by another female voice, sounding lower in pitch, less cheerful, and more robotic. ]
An inmate at Semione County Women's Correctional Facility. This call is subject to recording and monitoring. To accept charges, press one. To refuse charges, press two.
[ Once Allison makes her selection, the second automated female voice will continue her disclaimer. ]
Thank you for using T-Netix. You may start the conversation now.
[ There will be a soft clicking sound and then loud background noise can be overheard on the line. ]
Allison?
Re: phone call;
All that goes out the window, though, when the call comes through and she freezes when she realizes where it’s coming from.
Especially when Lydia’s voice comes through the other side. ]
Lydia? Are you okay?
[ She’s already standing, rushing through the apartment to find her keys. ]
What happened?
phone call;
Don't freak out, it's okay. I'm okay. I only have a couple of minutes, so I'll tell you when you get here, but can you come to Seminole County Women's Correctional Facility? You'll have to take an Uber, it's outside Orlando. I'll pay you back for everything.
Stop at an ATM and take out whatever the max is, I think it's like $500? And call a bail bondsman for the rest - they set my bail at a thousand dollars but they have all my shit, so I can't, like, give you my card to stop at another ATM.
Just don't freak out and don't say anything to anybody. Just...it's gonna be fine, I promise.
[ There is no way Lydia knows that and she's sure that won't be lost on Allison, but she feels the need to say it anyway. ]
no subject
I’m already on my way out, don’t worry. I’ll get you out of there.
[ There’s a determination in her voice that is clear, that pretty much says she’ll break her out if she has to, but she has to remind herself that they’re in the “real” world. There’s bail and a process and it’s fine. She’ll be fine. She’ll get her out in no time. ]
Are you sure you’re okay? Are you hurt?
[ She’s already out of the apartment, requesting an Uber while she talks. She just needs to know that, because as much as she tries to focus, that’s the main thing she wants to know right now. ]
no subject
[ She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a soft sigh. ]
I'll be fine, it's nothing serious. Probably have a nice shiner by morning, but other than that, I'm good. I love you, I owe you one.
no subject
But, that’s for later. ]
I love you, too, and no you don’t owe me anything.
[ There’s a little warning tone to let them know their time is running out, and Allison tries to ignore the way her heart twists in her chest because she wants to keep her on the line until she gets there. Collect calls are apparently not very forgiving, though.
The Uber is here. I’ll see you in a little bit, okay? It’ll be okay, we’ll get it all worked out. I love you, Lydia.
no subject
I owe you at least a thousand dollars and the biggest hug ever. I'll see you soon. Thank you. Bye, sweetie.
no subject
[ She can’t say bye back, because she wants her to know she’s on her way, to focus on that. Allison has never been arrested, exactly, unless Alpha counts as some sort of weird prison of sorts, but she just wants to get her out of there.
For the first time since arriving she finds herself wishing she would have registered so she’d have more disposable income, but she has enough to cover this and that’s plenty.
As the call clicks to an end, Allison promises the Uber an extra large tip if he rushes the hell over. She needs to get her best friend home. ]