ALISON "ALLIE" CLAIRE CHAMBERS. "There's a place that I go that nobody knows, where the rivers flow and I call it home, and there's no more lies in the darkness there's light and nobody cries - there's only butterflies" 27. Daughter & sister. Bisexual. Single. Southside. Waitress at the Little Goat Diner.
- Preferred name / nicknames: Alison for acquaintances and professional peeps, Allie & Al for friends & more, and Chambers for whoever’s willing.
- Age: 27.
- Birthday: June 13th, 1995.
- Zodiac: Gemini.
- Gender and pronouns: Cis-female & she/her.
- Sexuality: Bisexual.
- Relationship status: Single.
- Hometown: Bradford Springs, Colorado.
- Current residence: South Side.
- Length of time in Bradford Springs: Born and raised for 18 years, moved to Los Angeles, CA for 7 years, been back for 2 years.
- Occupation: Waitress at the Little Goat Diner.
- Faceclaim: Zoey Deutch.
BIOGRAPHY SUMMARY.
Trigger warnings: mention of death and mental illness.
Born on a summer day in Bradford Springs, Colorado, Alison Claire Chambers opened her brown hues to a loving mother, two older siblings, and no father in sight. Quickly learning that her father passed away shortly before she was born, it affected her enough, but luckily, she had three amazing family members to look up to. In her young eyes, she saw her sister as an incredible role model and her brother as her hero.
Being the little sister to Branden and Riley Chambers was truly amazing, but the age difference between all of them made Alison feel more than left out. She was playing dress-up with friends while they were learning how to drive, so the setback hit home for the baby of the family. Exactly ten and eight years younger than her siblings, she had a hard time connecting with them on shared similarities. This was when she picked up a hobby that quickly turned into the love of her life - singing. When she opened her mouth, an angelic, unforgettable tone was heard and many words followed.
Alison grew into a large personality that shined bright and had an impact on people around her. Aside from being passionate about singing, she was outgoing, overly friendly, trusting, lovable, and most importantly, chatty. She was a firecracker with a piercing voice, and due to this, most people labeled her as annoying. People could take away her happiness by being annoyed with her, but they could never steal her voice.
After graduating high school, Alison was ready to take her talent for singing to the next level. Like any other vocalist in America, she said farewell to her family, companions, and Bradford Springs before she moved to Los Angeles, California. She was a prepared vocalist, but everybody she tried out for thought otherwise. Rather than seeing a youthful lady with an adoration for singing, they saw an irritating, as well smiley, gullible young lady who they didn’t want to be around. Once the numerous failed tryouts got to be too much, she got in contact with her family and moved back home.
Arriving back to Bradford Springs, Alison wasn’t her regular happy-go-lucky self any longer. She felt pitiful and sad most of the day, and singing didn’t bring her pure delight like it used to. Many weeks afterward, she was diagnosed with depression and learned that her father battled with it before he passed away. After weeks of treatment and beginning her medication process, she got out of her bed, put a grin back on her features, and chosen it was time to live her life again. Beginning to sing once more, her bright identity started to sparkle once more as she kept her voice to herself and started to work as a waitress at the Little Goat Diner, taking one day at a time.
PERSONALITY TRAITS & FACTS.
Traits:
(+) Friendly, energetic, and outgoing.
(-) Annoying, loud, and outrageous.
Facts:
Alison has no filter whatsoever - she says things people often think and loves every second of it.
She believes to be the life of the party and makes sure everyone is having a great time.
She has an incredibly loud laugh - her laugh makes others laugh and she loves to make others laugh in any way she can.
She loves to talk to strangers and is incredibly generous whenever someone is in need of anything.
She doesn’t handle rejection well - she shuts down and if she’s around others, the tension is easily felt.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
Ages 0-18 - Bradford Springs, Colorado.
Childhood friends
Childhood best friend
Unlikely friend(s)
Ex-boyfriend
First girl she experimented with (possible ex-girlfriend)
An exasperated sigh came from Celeste as she came in the door of the diner and sat at the counter, tossing her tote bag down. Every so often there were days when she just couldn’t deal with having to be a smiley ray of sunshine to the people that came into the boutique and wanted to scream. Whoever had come up with “the customer is always right” obviously never dealt with costumers who were extremely wrong.
“Alison…” She said in a singsongy tone. “Sweet amazing Alison… how many waffles does it take to forget about how terrible your job is?”
Alison smiled at everyone who walked through the diner door, but a lightning bolt of joy struck her system when Celeste did. She thinks they are the same person multiple times a week, and it helps that the woman is pleasant to be around. As much as the shy singer wanted to match her friend’s singing tone, she couldn’t bear to, so she stuck with what she did best.
“Hey, Celeste,” Alison beamed in Celeste’s direction, “that’s a great question, and my answer is... ten.” She let out a chuckle after her moment of thought. “I’ll put three on a plate and put the rest in a to-go box for you. Do you want to talk about work, or would you rather eat your feelings?”
Ben thanked the hostess and hoisted Quinn into her booster seat in the small booth. The first few months he’d lived in Bradford Springs, he tried to avoid places like the Little Goat Diner due to the high chance of his students being there, but he soon got over it when Quinn went through a phase of refusing to eat anything except for the diner’s grilled cheese. Now it was one of Ben’s favorite places as well, for he enjoyed the warm, welcoming atmosphere.
Quinn mindlessly played with the salt and pepper shakers while Ben perused the menu as if he didn’t already have it memorized. “You feelin’ mac ‘n cheese tonight, or a hot dog and tater tots, Q?” Instead of replying to him, his daughter began jumping up and down in her seat and Ben instantly knew she had spotted her favorite waitress, Allie. As she sidled up to their table, Ben tried to act casual.
Alison was doing what she did best; wiping down the diner bar until every dried coffee spot vanished. As she did this, her eyes scanned the building, seeing if anyone needed a refill or plates taken away. As Ben and Quinn walked through the door, the waitress stopped what she was doing, grabbed her essentials, and headed their way when they settled in.
“There’s my favorite customer!” Alison exclaimed happily toward Quinn once reaching their table. It didn’t take her long to give the little girl a huge smile and exchange their usual hellos. “What do we want to order tonight, guys?” She questioned the duo, switching her gaze between Quinn and Ben. Before they had time to answer, the waitress moved close to Quinn’s side and leaned closer to her. “You know, if you order the hot dog and tater tots, I’ll get the table a side of extra tots.” Her eyes instantly locked onto Ben’s, giving him a wink. “It’s on the waitress.”
One of his favorite things about his job was the fact that his schedule was flexible enough to give him time to commit to working out and getting coffee shortly thereafter with enough time that he would have plenty of time to fill doing whatever he pleased before he had to be at the shop. He hadn’t exactly planned to get clocked just right training and the butterfly bandage across his eyebrow and the impressive bruise blooming slowly around his eye made him feel more than a little ridiculous as he ordered his coffee for the morning and offered the baristas his usual dimpled grin to offset even a fraction of the worried glances people kept tossing his way. He settled down at an empty table shortly thereafter, taking the book tucked into his inside coat pocket out to read quietly until the sensation of someone lingering near his table made him glance up, smiling. “You wanna sit? I promise I’m not gonna fight you– I know I’ve got the whole Rocky thing goin’ for me right now but I’m harmless,” he paused, glancing around the shop. “It looks like you’re kinda stuck, actually. Everywhere else is sorta full.”
Alison made the dumb mistake of hitting the closest bar after her late-night shift at the diner. She had a few too many vodka lemonades and was feeling the consequences this morning. Ordering the coffee was rough, but finding a seat was much worse. The hungover woman was about to leave until someone spoke up nearby.
“Yeah, thanks,” Alison gave the male a sheepish grin as she sat down, “I was about to give up and leave, so I appreciate this kind gesture.” After setting her things down, it didn’t take her long to look at the man and study his features. “Damn, you’ve really got the Rocky thing going on. Don’t tell me- I should see the other guy, huh?”
"I secretly love my big personality and everything that embodies it. I'm loud, annoying, very outgoing, and if I were to alter anything, I wouldn't change a thing."
Bishanpal wished he could force his brain to make this less of a big deal, that he could convince himself that as soon as that door opened, he simply had to pay a bit of extra cash to get away with it. It couldn’t go in his file, it had to be off record, and more importantly, they didn’t want to get diagnosed again. He thought panic disorder already was a big thing, but he always feared they would take another test and tell him he was in even more mental shit.
“That’s true,” Bishanpal said, as he took a deep breath. “Not so sure how good it is for my mental state, sitting here for so long,” he said. Trying to make himself comfortable in his seat.
“First time in this particular place? Yes. I moved to Bradford Springs almost two weeks ago now… and I already have a diagnosis, it’s just a little unnerving to have to go through it all again in a new setting… you?”
The male shifting uncomfortably in the seat brought back memories of her first time in a therapy company building. Alison could never forget the feeling of a large lump of nerves sticking to her gut and wanting to throw up. She had been in his shoes not long ago, and she hoped her friendly presence could lighten some weight off his shoulders.
“Oh, wow!” Alison exclaimed that her latest friend was brand new to Bradford Springs and not toward him already having a diagnosis. “Welcome to Bradford Springs! I’m Alison, twenty-seven years young, a Bradford Springs native, so I know all the cool spots, and I’m currently struggling with depression.” In her usual friendly manner, the woman quickly offered a hand for him to shake. “What’s your name and story? I’ve been coming to this great place for the past two years, and I’m here today to have my weekly session with my therapist.”
Regardless of Bishanpal’s mother’s traditional upbringing, she was never against outside help. Though when he had been diagnosed and told his mother about it - which she already knew but pretended it was the first she heard about it for his sake - there had been some awkwardness about it. For one, he knew his mother wished she had been enough, that she could end his suffering for him, and secondly, because under no circumstance could it get out.
So his regular visits to a psychologist had been hush-hush, and his disorder could not be found anywhere in his files.
Meaning getting an appointment on the other side of the world wasn’t as easy. He sat in the waiting room, trying to convince himself that while he was expecting bad news, that was only because he had been conditioned that way. Expect the worst. His leg started jumping up and down as he waited, wishing for that door to open. He looked up to find another person in the waiting room. “Sorry,” he said, “shouldn’t have come 20 min early.” ( @alisonchambers )
Another Monday afternoon meant another weekly therapy session for Alison. Since she was diagnosed with depression two years ago, starting therapy was one of the best decisions she could make for herself. Her therapist was like a good friend, and she always felt better walking out of the office. Nothing could make her Mondays bad.
Alison sat quietly in her seat, scrolling through endless posts on Instagram while she waited for her session time to start. At first, she was alone in the waiting room, but another walked through the door within seconds. The waitress acknowledged the male with a glance before staring back at her phone. She didn’t plan to look up until the door opened, but a voice in her direction made her eyes shift.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Alison said with an inviting grin, “coming in early is much better than coming in late. I know by experience.” A soft chuckle left her lips while she studied the man before her. “Is this your first time here? If so, are you here for a consultation or your first session?”
NAME: Alison Chambers
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman / She/her
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 27 years old / June 13th, 1995
NEIGHBORHOOD: Southside
TIME IN BRADFORD SPRINGS: Born & raised until she turned 18 & has been back for 2 years.
OCCUPATION: Waitress at the Little Goat Diner
BIO.
TW: death, mental illness
Born on a summer day in Bradford Springs, Colorado, Alison Chambers opened her brown hues to a loving mother, two older siblings, and no father in sight. Quickly learning that her father passed away shortly before she was born, it effected her enough, but luckily, she had three amazing family members to look up too. She loved her mother, but when it came to Branden and Riley, she saw them as her whole world. In her young eyes, she saw her sister as an incredible role model and her brother as her hero. She still sees them that same way to this day.
Being the little sister to Branden and Riley was truly amazing, but the age difference between all of them made Alison feel more than left out. Exactly ten and eight years younger than her siblings, she had a hard time connecting with them on shared similarities. She was playing dress up with friends while they were learning how to drive, so the set back hit home for the baby of the family. This was when she picked up a hobby that quickly turned into the love of her life - singing. When she opened her mouth, an angelic, unforgettable tone was heard and many words after followed.
During her teenage years, Alison grew into the large personality that shined bright through her petite figure. Aside from being very passionate about singing, she was outgoing, overly friendly, trusting, lovable, and most importantly, chatty. Her peers saw her as a firecracker with a piercing voice, but most people labeled her as annoying. Taking the label to heart, she pushed the negative thoughts out of her head and sang to her hearts desire. People could take away her happiness, but they could never steal her voice.
After graduating high school, Alison was more than ready to take her passion for singing to the next level. Just like any other singer in America, she said goodbye to her family, friends, and Colorado before she packed up and moved to Los Angeles, California. Arriving in the sunny city, she expected her new journey to be amazing, but reality swung her way and came in like a wrecking ball. She was a trained singer, but everyone she auditioned for thought otherwise. Instead of seeing a young woman with a love for singing, they saw an annoying, too smiley, naïve girl who they didn’t want to be around. Once the many failed auditions became too much, she got in contact with her siblings and moved back home to Bradford Springs.
Arriving back home, Alison wasn’t her usual happy-go-lucky self anymore. She felt sad, empty, hopeless most of the day and singing didn’t bring her pure joy like it used to. Two weeks later, she was diagnosed with depression and learned that her father struggled with it too before he died. After weeks of therapy and starting her medication process for the disorder, she got out of her bed, put a smile back on her face and decided it was time to live again. Starting to sing again, her bright personality begun to shine again as she kept her voice to herself. Soon enough, she secured a job at the Little Goat Diner as a waitress and began to give it her all.
