#( allison pellisier. )

[allipellihq]

location: Charity Banquet with: @sanemhq​

The whispers were warranted she supposed. After years away, the bastard daughter of Benjamin and Marietta Winstead was rumored to be back in town. But what was her name again? Alice Winstead? Abigail Winstead? Penelope? All they remembered about the girl was the reputation that preceded her, nothing more, nothing less. Allison noted that some whispers were getting particularly vicious. It seemed no one had moved on from the ‘treachery’ that the Winstead’s had plagued onto to the town. It was an easy point of conversation considering that they were in the midst of Laithethorpe Manor, the most prestigious setting for the family that came out on top all of the time. The victims of the entire situation some would even say, and now look at them, the shining gems of the city. And as they thrived, they couldn’t fathom why the Winstead’s daughter would manage to show face in town. No one knew what her intentions were. Perhaps she was going to continue the family legacy, help them to black mail more unfortunate fools, set up drop-offs for whatever drug of choice they were pushing, or maybe even laundering cash from the shoddy little shack they were known to preside in. How else would it have explained how they managed to survive for so long when so many had turned away from them.  Allison took in all of the whispers with grace, even so much as shrugging as she gave off a faux half chuckle. “Lord only knows don’t they? History seems to run deeper then I realized.” She said to the person she was presently in conversation with. She extended her hand and shook it, though she felt ice in her veins at the thought. How would they have felt if they knew they were shaking the hand of the very person they were ostracizing, an identity they couldn’t track to her no matter how hard they tried because she had long buried Allison Winstead. Now, she shook hands as Allison Pellisier, thorough and through. A wolf amongst the prey. With a saccharine grin, she excused herself and dropped the smile as soon as she found herself at one of the many open bars. There was plenty to take in, so many people to meet and bank into her memory. They would be the ones after all that she would slowly take down, one by one. 

Heels clicked as she gave herself a moment to find peace and grace, and she asked the bartender to give her a whiskey on the rocks, no chaser. Her nails drummed against the cool lining of the bar top, and she reached over to find a napkin before brushing a hand against a strangers. She blinked for a moment and laughed softly. “Seems our minds were on the same track,” She said over to the woman beside her. “Here, I think you were first.” 

[joeyhawthorne]

what: alli’s 29th birthday dinner  where: hawthorne manor who: closed for @alli-pellisier & @quinn-hawthorne​​

As a kid, Joey doesn’t do TV. She spends hours outdoors, buoyed by an electricity that’s later diagnosed as ADHD. Instead, her parents take centre stage—the sitting room doubles as set to a dozen arguments a week, and by six, Joey knows to scatter at the sound of a raised voice. Mostly though, it’s the shows themselves. Full House. Boy Meets World. The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. In them, families sit together around the breakfast table; they embrace, dads ruffle their daughter’s hair with an I’m proud of you, kid. They love their children without conditions. That’s what it reminds Joey of, these dinners between her, Quinn and Alli—make believe, playing parts based on what they’ve seen onscreen. The house matches now, but they’re missing the script. There are too many stilted pauses; they’ve learned to hug, but it’s always hesitant, never warm. But they’re here, and it’s a survival of its own. It’s a cause for celebration, so that’s what Joey’s doing—celebrating. Frankly, she’s sure she’s the only one who knows how; Quinn’s sobriety is a bit of a buzzkill, the stick up Alli’s ass even moreso. She’s kind enough to forgo alcohol, but Joey knows where she keeps it. She’d slipped two bottles into her bag earlier and has spent the last hour or so sneaking off to the bathroom to wash the evening down. Now she reclines in her seat, her plate half-finished, gaze at half-mast from too much malbec. “We should do a toast. To Alli,” she leans across the table, sloppy, to raise her glass in her sister’s direction. “To getting older, dragging yourself out of the docks, your sexy, sexy girlfriend and making mom and dad so proud.”

[kingsheadharborrp]

Allison Pelliser-Reid

Name: Allison Pellisier-Reid

Date of birth: April 2, 1991

Age: 30

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Occupation: Lawyer

Hometown: Winthrop, Washington

Length of time in King’s Head Harbor: Three Years

Neighborhood: Sandport Village

Faceclaim: Jodie Comer

BIOGRAPHY (Trigger Warning: Abandonment, Emotional Distress, PTSD)

Allison had the unfortunate fate of being the middle child to parents, Ryland Hawthorne and Helene Pellisier. While she adored her older brother and her younger sister, it seemed all of the chips landed squarely on her shoulders from a very young age. Ryland and Helene had high expectations for their children, all of which lead to a life of being in the justice system. Her siblings ended up caring less about their parents' wishes and Allison found herself in a maze of trying to earn their affections, so she took the leap and sacrificed a normal childhood for one that made her reclusive. She was never without a book in her hands and she was teased relentlessly for it. Despite it all, she managed to turn it into fuel and white noise, though the further she began to know more about legal jargon and less about pop culture jargon, her only pockets of solace ended up being on the days where she found herself lapping up the sun on the coast. Summers were a bit more lax even as she still carried around legal books, but it also was the time where she’d meet with a kind girl with the softest chocolate brown eyes, possibly the only person who hadn’t considered Allison to be a weird anomaly. They never learned each other's names but they spent time laughing as if they’d known each other forever over everything and nothing at the same time. One summer, the girl with the brown eyes had disappeared without a trace and all Allison had to remember her by was a daisy she had pressed into one of her study books.

With grades that excelled beyond comparison and though Allison had been cooped up in a shell for most of her formative years, her end goal was to make it into a prestigious law school and she’d gotten that with ease, Harvard Law. It would be the first time she’d ever make it out of Washington and the worst part was she would be going alone. Allison had been used to being alone with her books but never had she been without her parents and her siblings. All she had was a suitcase and a one-way ticket with Ryland and Helene promising they would visit at the next chance they could, but they never did. She rarely heard from her siblings either unless she was the one to initiate a letter back home. Though it was initially worrisome, Allison slowly began to blossom out of her shell at Harvard. After her first year she found that she might have even belonged better in the East Coast in general. She was top of her class, steadily making friends and hopefully garnering future colleagues in her roster, however she happened to meet a colleague that she wished she’d never met, the man with the beady eyes, Elliott Langham. At first Elliott was cordial and charming, something that Allison had only ever heard about from off-hand experiences of others, but what she thought was care and love ended up being a terrible possessiveness that she didn’t feel she could get out of. Her father Ryland was much more enthused about the pairing as Elliott came from a family of Old Money fortune, her mother Helene however had doubts and for the first time in Alli’s life supported her own self doubts. Elliott’s possessiveness took a turn for the worst when a domestic occurrence occurred, leaving Alli to report the incident immediately and ending up taking him to court where she found herself being the plaintiff. Though she’d won her case, she’d lost Ryland’s respect and though she originally had Helene’s support, it soon withered into dust, and soon Allison found herself alone again, but she would not let it deter her from achieving her goals. She let her trial fuel her to the betterment of others wanting to help others the way she had been helped. She made it through the rest of school, passed bar, and found herself in the grace of a firm in Newport, Rhode Island.

Since then, she hasn’t heard from her family but her career has taken off. Though she had a lot of issues with night terrors and general PTSD, her life changed when she allowed a beacon of light into her life in the form of Sanem Reid, who ended up being the very same girl who had given her the yellow daisy she had kept pressed in her law book all those years ago. Their romance was a whirlwind of uncertainty but tenacious passion, eventually Allison knew she couldn’t be without her and the two were married a year after meeting. Now, as they have settled into life at King’s Head Harbor, they’re expecting their first child together and life as Allison knows it, is traveling a trail she cannot wait to explore.

PERSONALITY

+ Adaptable, Intelligent, Self-Disciplined

- Passive, Paranoid, Perfectionist

WRITTEN BY Admin Jenny

[helenedavtremont]

date: TBD time: afternoon location: Casillas Winery? status: closed, for @alli-pellisier​

A month. Well, perhaps nearly over a month it’s been and she’s yet to dip her toes into greeting any of her family in this town. As small as it is, it’s surprisingly easy to avoid being seen with her commutes to Seattle and her ability to work most of her days from home. But, it had to happen eventually, and of course she had thought she might surprise her cousins on Allison’s birthday but that was too... Much. It wasn’t like they were close, it wasn’t as though Helene had any idea what a proper gift for the woman might be. So Helene waited. Helene delayed until she felt like greeting her extended family and felt like making her presence in Crescent Harbour known beyond the few that she’d already seen. 

“Hello, Allison.” It’s a cheshire cat’s smile that has yet to unfurl from her mouth, sharp-edged and beautifully sweet with the words cradled on her tongue. Allison. Little Alli that she hasn’t seen or heard from in years. Pretty. A Hawthorne but not a Hawthorne. “How have you been, cousin?”

[crescentharborrp]

BASICS

Name: Allison Pellisier, née Hawthorne.

Gender/Pronouns: cisfemale, (she/her).

Date of Birth: April 3rd, 1992.

Age: 28.

Hometown: Crescent Harbor, Washington.

Length of time in Crescent Harbor: most of her life, besides the four year lapse when she was sent away/attended school.

Neighborhood: Sunstone Beach.

Occupation: Lawyer.

Faceclaim: Jodie Comer.

BIOGRAPHY (trigger warnings: anxiety, depression, domestic abuse)

Allison “Alli” Hawthorne always felt like she had a fire in her soul that she couldn’t wait to unleash onto the world. She was spirited and often sought out praise from both of her parents growing up. While other girls dreamed of finding true romance, played with Barbie dolls, and fully immersed in socialization, Alli was the one who threw herself into literature and studies. With the flack that her family had received, even after all of these years, she was determined to change the narrative, she wanted to be the one who could prove just why the Hawthorne’s were as good as they were in the profession that helped to aide the weak. At least that was always her intention, to help the weak and not the corrupt.

She had the type of personality where she would dot her i’s and cross her t’s, come home with A’s and do her best to keep on pleasing her parents by doing whatever they asked of her. They were thrilled to know that she wanted to carry on the occupational lineage that brought their family irrefutable recognition, but unbeknownst to Alli, her ambition would come with a price. Though she seemed to be the prodigal child that they’d adore forever, one who was obedient and didn’t ask questions, one who would never stray from the path given to her because it was all for the best, she never once question the intentions because she never felt she would be led astray. That was until she’d entered university that that mindset along with everything else she thought she’d know would change.

Allison worked hard throughout her academic career to get a full scholarship to Harvard Law School. Though Crescent Harbor was all she’d known she was thrilled to finally take the stepping stone that would catapult herself and hopefully her family back into glory. When she arrived in MA, things were ideal. When she said her name, no one seemed to flinch the way they did back in Crescent Harbor, no one looked at her with disgust, no one questioned the secrets even to this day she still hasn’t fully fleshed out on her own. While in MA, Allison was her own woman with the continuing goal to help the weak.

However, when she entered her sophomore year of law school, she met Elliott Langham. Elliot was charming, friendly, and someone she considered a friend for the first time in her life. Though she’d never considered romantic implications with him, somehow it happened, it was easy. Just as she felt herself raveling around his finger with the positive affirmations that they’d always be together, that they’d take over the world and make their mark in the law circulation, within what seemed like a blink of an eye, Elliott got colder. No matter what she said, what she did, what she thought, it always seemed to be on the edge of Elliott’s nerves. She was on the brink of leaving him before he threatened to kill himself. And suddenly she found herself in a vicious cycle of emotional tyranny and quite a few instances where he’d lay his hands on her. Suddenly, Alli had become the very person she vowed she wanted to protect.

She confided in her mother in secret to ask for a way out, but her mother insisted that she finish up with school and keep her eyes on the prize. She even suggested remaining on Elliott’s good graces to hopefully remain with him for life as the Langham’s were in the affluent status that they dreamed of. But Allison knew after the months of making excuses for Elliott, after losing the part of her spark that she had held onto so tightly, she couldn’t go through with remaining with him. She filed a report against Elliot and promptly asked to be protected where he couldn’t reach her. The process was dehumanizing, but eventually she was granted a leave and eventually the chance to start on a new leaf.

She stopped calling back home, stopped answering emails, completely disappeared from any type of media. What killed her the most was losing contact with her siblings, and her anxiety got the best of her, engraving the imagery of her parents looking at her with such disdain, a look she hadn’t experienced just yet. And it would be one she would continue to run from, even when she found herself back in Crescent Harbor working for a refutable law firm that helps advocate for victims of domestic abuse. When she swipes in her card, everyone still greets her as Allison, however they’re not aware she’s a Hawthorne, but rather as one Ms. Pellisier.

PERSONALITY

+ empathetic, warm, analytical

- erratic, insecure, melancholic

[allison-pellisier]

Allison Pellisier-Reid’s New Years Eve Masquerade Outfit

[xisaiahcruz]

Location: Harvest Moon Farmer’s Market 

@allison-pellisier​

Zay followed her around the market with the cart as she tossed in whatever Sanem was craving. He didn’t mind helping out, especially with something like this. Carrying heavy bags was in the wheelhouse of things he could do, and do well. “Do you really need six watermelons?” he asked. Zay loved watermelon as much as the next person, but six? For two people? “Unless one’s for me?” he asked. 

Some of the things she was throwing in Zay had never seen before. Fruits and vegetables were getting fancier by the day it seemed. “Buffalo sauce, Alli!” Zay reminded her. They were planning on making wings tonight, and he liked his extra hot. “So uh, I didn’t get the chance to tell you but me and Nel, we uh, we went a little further,” he ducked his head.

[oliverjameson]

who: @allison-pellisier​​ where: seaside bistro

Finishing off his first glass of water, he sighed at the menu in front of him. Getting lunch with Alli seemed to be the perfect time to present her with the idea that had been looming in his mind for a while. She may have a few opinions on the matter, but he was ready to share those negative thoughts with her, as well. “How do you approach wanting to share a space with someone?” His facial expression remained neutral, eyes studied the menu that he had grown to know very well, as he already knew what to order. While it was easy to talk to Alli because her mind worked in both pro and con ways, it was difficult when she knew who he was talking about. 

Oliver and Alli had the pleasure of being outside-insiders to the Reid lifestyle, which he knew was mostly about navigating Landon. On both sides, that is. “This is a very hypothetical situation that occurs a lot of planning and a lot of negotiating, but I think I can conjure up a contract for him, if he’s ready for that step.” His eyes finally reached hers as he fought off the smile. “I mean he’s practically at my place all the time anyways, right? Do you think I need to upgrade my security system to make a better impression?”

[lilywhittaker]

Maid of Honor Speech - Sanem & Allison

I want to start by thanking everyone for joining us tonight, and thanking Sanem for choosing me to stand by her side on this special day as her maid of honor. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Lily and I’ve been best friends with Sanem since we were teenagers. She had just moved to Crescent Harbor with her family and she have been the new girl in school, but she took me under her wing and was basically there for me even after we went our own ways after graduation. She’s someone you always want to have in your corner, and someone who lets no amount of time or distance stop her from being there for her loved ones. From staying up all night at sleepovers in high school, to booking trips and starting our own businesses, and finally at this beautiful wedding tonight; Sanem has been there for both the ebb and flow of life. I’ve seen her go from a starry-eyed teenager to the successful and exuberant woman sitting here tonight, and I couldn’t be prouder of the person she is today.

I’ve also known Allison for almost all my life, but we reconnected as adults due to a misunderstanding that resulted in us believing we were each other’s clients. Instead of setting the record straight, Allison played along and kept the joke going. We realized the error rather quickly and laugh about it now, but that showed me that Allison was not only intelligent and quick on the draw, but that she had a sense of humor as well. I’ve seen this come through in her relationship with Sanem. She has never failed to put a smile on my best friend’s face, or mine for that matter. A jovial energy that’s equally as contagious, you’ll never be bored around her. She may also have a power of manifesting realities, as I actually have ended up planning her wedding. 

I first heard about Sanem’s connection with Allison after a Valentine’s Day charity gala which we had both attended together, and it was hard to deny the connection the pair shared. Even as I left Crescent Harbor briefly and pursued some projects around the country, Sanem and I kept in touch and I heard the story of how her love story with Allison developed. What surprised me was when it was Allison who reached out to me about the latest developments: her intention to propose to Sanem and asking me to help with the occasion. There was no doubt in my mind that Allison is Sanem’s soulmate, and that they are each other’s missing puzzle piece. 

We know how the story tends to go: one friend finds a partner and ends up spending all the time with said partner, and none with their friend. But the opposite happened here - not only did Sanem devote as much time and energy to our friendship as she did in the past, but I have also become incredibly close to Allison. I am so happy for both my old friend and my new friend today, and I know that they both have bright futures ahead of them. I hope that you never stop growing together, and celebrating each other’s accomplishments while supporting each other in times of need. 

May you have love, health, and wealth; but most importantly, may you have the time to enjoy them all together. With all the happiness in my heart, here’s to the lovely brides!

@sanem-reid @alli-pellisier

[sanemreid]

LOCATION: home ♡

WITH: @alli-pellisier​

Though she’d been taking a small break from teaching at the studio, if only for a short period she still of course had been popping in to take care of the business aspect of things. Setting up meetings, editing for the academy and such. Also of course watching in on a couple classes, ones she didn’t normally preside over, just to see how all the students had been doing. It meant as well, she didn’t quite have to get there first thing in the morning, and took a more leisurely sense of time getting ready. Maneuvering around the bathroom a bit before stopping in front of the vanity, Sanem unwrapped the towel from around her hair, allowing the still slightly damp, dark locks to fall freely. Shaking them about until pushing it all to one side, mocha hues peering then at her reflection, turning to the side slightly as she lifted her shirt getting a view of the new inked addition to her body. Curve up her lips extending upwards, it’d been a few days however still somewhat wild to see, delicately placing a thin layer of the anti-bacterial ointment over it. 

Hearing footsteps pad closely by, she was quick to pull the fabric down over her torso once again, just as her fiancée came into view. Wondering for a moment if she happened to catch a glimpse at all of the tattoo, though simply allowed a brightness to take hold of her demeanor. ❝ Günaydın güzel aşkım. ❞ Dropped in a honeyed tone, leaning in to capture Allison’s lips sweetly in a lingering kiss, single hand cupping one side of her face, thumb brushing gently across her cheek. ❝ You know I was thinking, since the holiday frenzy is over now, wedding planning pretty much in the final final stages, and no other chaos popping up, at least nothing I’m aware of, what if we played hooky from work today. I can make a big breakfast for us and then just.. stayed wrapped up in bed together. ❞ Suggesting as her head canted to the side some, though after a beat features winced just some, not exactly from pain, although there was a faint sting still. More so it was from the incessant itching caused by the healing of the tattoo, shifting in hopes to alleviate subtly since she couldn’t exactly scratch it. 

[nateblackwood]

WHERE: in a very public setting. that’s as far as i got. WHO: @alli-pellisier​

She was exactly where she said she’d be. Nate readjusted his jacket as he slid in the chair across from her. He hated to admit he’d learned anything from his father, but his poker face would have rivaled Raymond Sr.’s. His eyes roved over her, bored and disinterested, and he resisted the urge to glance around, to mark how many people would be here for this. Word spread like wildfire in Crescent Harbor, so all it took was one nosy yenta in the right place and it would be enough. 

“Allison,” he greeted stiffly, detached, voice pitched low enough that it would appear he was trying to keep their conversation private, but not so low that prying ears wouldn’t be able to overhear. “Thanks for meeting with me. I don’t imagine this will take very long.”

[ley-bay]

Location: Sweet As Sugar With: @alli-pellisier​

She couldn’t sit still, if you asked her Leyla would tell you it really wasn’t her fault. There was just no way she could contain herself as she waited for Allison to show up. It would be the first time she’d seen actually seen the blonde since she’d arrived in America and her excitement was reaching peak Leyla levels. When she’d first met Alli there was something undeniable about the way the older woman looked at Leyla’s abla. 

A sigh of disappointment slipped between her lips as the bell jingled once again and the person entering the bakery was not Allison. To keep herself busy she started tapping out a beat with her fingers along the table, a jaunty tune that picked up speed and intensity as some of the other patrons glanced up to see what the noise was. Oblivious to her surroundings she started humming the words to the song she was sure she’d heard on the radio earlier. 

[helenedavtremont]

ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏᴏʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ.

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

General Information

Full Name: Helene Louise D’Autremont

Nickname(s): N/A

Age: 30

Date of Birth: April 5 (lmao)

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Tarot card: Strength

Place of Birth: Aix-en-Provence, France

Current Residence: Crescent Harbour, WA

Length of time in Crescent Harbour: Three weeks

Nationality: Dual citizenship

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Languages: French, Italian, English

Religion: Raised Catholic, non-practicing

Occupation: Hedge fund research analyst

Faceclaim: Emma Rigby

Personality

Positive Traits: poised, charming, ambitious

Negative Traits: cutting, unyielding, haughty

Hobbies: stocks, makeup/skincare, fashion

Likes: black coffee, silk, weekends in france, the subtle fashion flex, being a member of the LVMH shareholder club

Dislikes: losing/not succeeding in an endeavour, being told ‘no’, being underestimated, split ends

Enneagram: TBD

Temperament: Choleric

Moral Alignment: Lawful/Tempered Evil

Playlist: Luna — Stateside, Nexus — Niykee Heaton, The Fall — Banks, Bad Guy — Niykee Heaton, Reine — Dadju, Like It Doesn’t Hurt — Charlotte Cardin

Family

Husband: Maxim Chevalier (NPC— fc TBD)

Father: Hugo Maximilian D’Autremont (NPC — Pierce Brosnan) 

Mother: Renee Alice D’Autremont (nee Hawthorne) ( NPC — Michelle Pfeiffer )

Elder sibling: Marguerite “Manon” Elizabeth D’Autremont-Vescovi ( NPC — Natalia Vodianova )

Younger sibling: Alexandre Nicolas D’Autremont ( NPC — Victor Meutelet )

Cousins: Quinn Hawthorne, Allison Pellisier, Joey Hawthorne

WHY CRESCENT HARBOR? (biography snippet)

From the outside looking in, Helene’s reasons for relocating to Crescent Harbor are harmless: her cousin is getting married, mother wants her to oversee renovations to the cottage and home, and with a few new acquisitions being eyed in Seattle, she’s to be a point of contact within commuting distance— a test before a likely promotion. Yet, truthfully: she hardly cares for her cousin’s wedding, the renovations could be overseen remotely, and if she were truly meant to be overseeing anything in Seattle she shouldn’t be two and a half hours away. Helene, in all her years of success, of taking and conquering like some covetous spoiled creature, wants respite. She wants to draw her husband out of the city, wants an opportunity for them to start anew away from the glittering cityscape of New York. Crescent Harbor had been used as a humbling experience once; perhaps it will work as a way to mend their marriage, too.

It is to be noted, however, that Helene has lost none of the proud tilt of her head. And that her smile, if anything, is more akin to a snarl. Her charm, if it could be called that, is in her honesty, is in the way that she cuts no corners for herself, is the way that she commands not only attention, but respect. Her father may have paid for many things, but her fortune and her position in life is her own. 

There is no such thing as fairytales.

QUERY/SNIPPET.

What is your favourite place in Crescent Harbour?

“Hawthorne’s Folly.” The words slip from her lips as an easy breath, corners of her mouth curved upwards as though she’s proud to say so. Except, the gleam in her eyes is not delight. The tilt of her head does not denote any such amour propre in association with her mother’s family. Considering the lives of Christopher’s children, Helene is more than glad to not carry the Hawthorne name itself— but in assumed pride her answer remains as it is, enchantingly malicious in the way a sharpened sword gleams in the light. Pretty face, brilliant mind, silver tongue: “If there’s anything good about a small town it’s that the hiking trails are lovely.” Follies are decorative, foolish things— distractions. She sniffs head tilting in the opposite direction as she seems to taste the answer that lingers on her tongue, unflinchingly meeting the gaze of the other. “Two hours away from Seattle and yet the light pollution still manages to ruin the night sky. A shame, really.”

[angel-emmerson]

“Alli P! Yo this is so crazy, it’s full on daylight there and it’s dark as shit here. Does that mean you’re in the future?” Ángel’s smile was wide as Allison picked up his video call and he took his iPad with him through the house and outside onto the back porch, turning the lights on behind him. “You hear the water? It’s so peaceful out here. This was definitely the move.” He turned the camera to show Zeus at his side and laughed before finally resting back and putting the tablet on the table. “How you living, girl? How’s Turkey? I don’t know shit about Turkey so please tell me what you been up to. I already know who you been up on,” he added with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “You good?” @alli-pellisier​

[allison-pellisier]

Task One: The Pellisier-Reid Household Part 1

What does your characters home look like? Showing in this portion of the home tour we have the front of house, the foyer, living room, kitchen/dining room, home office, and master bathroom. Opting for new construction. the base of Allison and Sanem’s home is contemporary with a mix of modern decor. With five bedrooms and five and a half bathrooms, the home is just a room away shy from being an estate without having to be behind the gates that enclose Winter Pearl Bay. The reasons the wives were looking for such a space was because of Sanem’s  @sanem-reid​ expansive family members. From relatives in Izmir to any extended cousins that come from the Reid side of her family, they always wanted to make sure that they had the space to cater to guests and their growing family. Open floor space, natural light that flows through out, and a touch of coziness is what makes their home the perfect home for them. (Based off of this listing) 

What’s their favorite room in the home? Allison’s favorite room in the home is the kitchen. While she never had aspirations to be a chef growing up, she is finding that it is one of the things that she is particularly good at. Her dream kitchen consists of a large island that retroactively acts as a dining space. The specialty item in the kitchen that is also among Allison’s favorite is the wine fridge. A close second favorite for Allison is the master bathroom which includes a waterfall shower set up and a large soaking bath tub. 

Do they have a favorite piece of furniture? Allison’s favorite tangible item that she can sit in is of course the large soaking bath tub. Even if it’s not filled with water, she can be found there just taking in the fact that this is the life that she leads now. 

Does your character like the neighborhood they’re in? Allison has no qualms with Sandport Village. It’s quaint enough where she doesn’t feel it’s overbearing but also has a lot of the tamer waterfront views that she adores. As much as an oceanfront view would have been a dream, the lakefront is idyllic enough for her. 

If they could move where would they want to go? Having lived in both the east and west coast now, Allison doesn’t have any plans to move and is fine being rooted in Rhode Island. However is looking internationally and wouldn’t mind getting real estate in Izmir or Paris. 

@kingsheadinspo​

[avery-oliver]

Location: Abernathy (Hawthorne) Manor (yeahh boii)

Tagging: @alli-pellisier

"God I wish my parents had taste like the Abernathy’s, they did so much with this space, it’s pretty amazing.” Avery smiled as they stood by the front door and took the place in. Of course her mother had sent her along to get involved in the hand over of the mansion in some way, mostly wanting her to be nosy. But Avery considered Quinn a friend and to know that he had inherited something after so much struggle, that the Hawthornes actually had a place to land again, it brought her a small sense of happiness she wasn’t willing to compromise on for her mother’s sake. She had to admit it was a bit surprising to learn that Allison was a Hawthorne, not that she had really known the woman aside from her reputation as a lawyer. “Since all of you are moving in, does that mean you want to find a way to share ownership? I mean honestly I’m not sure how useful I’ll be because I’m sure the Abernathy’s had it all figured out, I mostly came to see if there’s any way we can help, make sure there’s no surprises or hiccups in the future.” She bit at her bottom lip before swallowing back a thought she’d save for later, after she assessed where Alli was at with all of this. “How are you feeling? This can all be..a little overwhelming to say the least.”