Who: Ginger
What: About to get caught by Torchwood, at at least, they're gonna try to catch her.
When: A few weeks after the New Year
Where: Lets say the woods.
Rating: High, there's gonna be cursing and fighting and blood.
Open: To Lacey, Mickey and Jake. Later on the rest of the Torchwood team who would be at the Hub.
Fucking humans! That was all Ginger could think when she was running through the woods, one of them in hot pursuit. What the hell had she done to attract their attention? She hadn't been doing shit.... okay, so maybe that was a bit of a lie. A few pets, one or two mauled students, but really it was all in good sport, she had just been playing with them is all. Normally she was pretty good at shaking the cops, but these three, they didn't give up and seemed to be better trained then cops. No matter how many times she wolfed out and took off they still managed to find her, and they managed to find her even faster when she went all ghostly, fuckers had to have some kind of tech. She really hoped they weren't ghost hunters, those guys where a bitch to get away from, having to spend days in solid human form until they left, annoying!
She had just ducked behind a tree when one of them went running past, she stayed where she was for a few seconds before turning around to bolt off in the other direction only to find a short red head pointing a gun at her, panting just slightly. Ginger put her hands up palms up just about chest level, looking at the girl. "Sneaking little fucker aren't you." She said with a bit of a sneer, her row of razor sharp fangs a stocking white against her dark pink lips. "Didn't even hear you come up, good one."