𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔
oil stains on concrete. a dirty wrench. careful calculations on grid paper. nike sneakers and small shorts. sports bras and baggy sweatpants. waterproof mascara.
𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤
Full Name: Allison Laramie Lee
Nickname(s): Allie, Aliwoo
Age: Thirty-Two
Birthday: September 8th
Hometown: Abilene, Texas
Length of Time in town: a few months
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer, restores and sells antique cars
Accent: generic American accent
𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪
tw abuse, abortion, car accident, sibling death
She was the reason her parents fought. That was the impression that she had been born with, the first child of two virtual strangers who decided to stay together for her. That was always clear. The implicit: you better be worth it, never said but always resting over her shoulders.
So she tried to be. Smart, a perfectionist, she tried to wow her parents with her brains and grades, and when that didn't work, she tacked on extracurriculars. She wanted to show them she wasn't a mistake, that she was worth their fights, not the cause of them. It wasn't enough, they split, and it just seemed to get worse.
Dancing started off small, a few classes here and there, but it paired perfectly with her honor roll grades, her perfect image. Allie thought that if she tried hard enough, she could win her mother back over. All so curated, all so perfect. She was dabbing coverup on her sister's bruises and whispering to keep quiet, swallow the poison, never let anyone see, because if they did, well, then that whisper would be right. She was the cause of it all.
When it was time for college, she was accepted into one that was out of state, for a good reason. She had a dancing and cheering scholarship that was a coveted full ride, and her grades helped with that. She needed to shed her skin. She needed to be able to look in the mirror and not see the cracks like porcelain just under the surface.
She was a good girl, but she soon found out that her picker was something of broken. It was always this dude, with his anger issues — a reflection of their mother, who put her hands on people, and the men were the same — or that dude — a reflection of her father, absent, leaving her to chase after them. A cycle of heartbreak and self esteem issues.
When there was a missed period and a pink positive sign, Allie was terrified. She was 19. She was no older than her mother was, and the childhood she had flashed before her eyes, and she knew it would've been better to not have the kid than to repeat that cycle, so she called the only person she knew who would help her: her sister Olivia.
After the spring semester, which she managed to finish without too much fanfare, she headed home for a break. The decision was made. She was going to have an abortion and quietly forget anything happened. It was done, and that was that, and in the two weeks between spring semester ending and summer starting, she had already arranged to attend Stanford in California for a summer semester and then she could fully transfer to Stanford for the rest of her career.
When she was 22, she graduated from Stanford with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. She moved back to Dallas and took a job at a firm. She was still dancing, and on a whim she decided to audition for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. It wasn't a surprise that she was hired, she had worked hard for the position.
She went on to cheer for three seasons before a scandal broke out. Allie had been one of the cheerleaders that had caught one of the executives of taking photos of them changing without their consent. She quit while she worked on a case.
Moving back to California, she took another job doing lower level engineering work. She met the man who would become her boyfriend. Daniel was a Formula D racecar driver — he was in Prosec at the time, and wasn't fully a professional. They hit it off, after all, she was pretty and liked cars.
Pretty soon, they became something of a power couple, with her posing for pictures and designing a new engine for him. It was her designs that ended up propelling him into the professionals, even and it landed them a deal with Ford Mustang to have their own proprietary line.
They were good for each other, at least everyone thought so. But most people didn't see the behind the scenes where Daniel struggled with alcoholism. Allie held it all together.
When the court case finally settled, Allie came into a ton of money. She quietly tucked it away, and that became something of a fight, even if Daniel was making a ton of money off brand deals and races.
When he proposed to her, it was an easy yes. It wasn't long after that tragedy struck, on a hiking trip, her brother slipped and fell. He passed away some months later after being in an extended coma. The death of her brother rocked Allie. But disaster wasn't over yet.
Daniel got behind the wheel of a car, and wrecked it. It tanked his career, as well as got him into a ton of legal trouble. Allie wanted to postpone the wedding, to try to handle all of this, and he fought her on it. So she called it off. It was all too much to handle.
So she moved to Whiskey Flats, trying to be closer to her sister and away from the drama. The engine designs were hers, so she took those too, the brand deal with Ford now in litigation as well. Meanwhile, she's living off her settlement money and making real money by restoring old cars that she picks up and does the work on her own.
𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖
2013: graduated college and became a DCC cheerleader
2016: DCC scandal / quits DCC
2017: meets Daniel
2018: designs the engine
2022: court proceedings and settlement from the DDC
2022: engaged / accident with brother
2023: brother passes away
2023: Daniel gets into an accident / she calls off the engagement / moves to Whiskey Flats
