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Who: Ginger
What: Sitting around in a cell
Where: The Torchwood cells
When: A couple days after the fight with Lacey
Rating: Ummmm, gonna say PG13 for cursing but might go up with talk of violence and blood.
Open: To the Master right now, possibly other people later but for right now just the Master.
Ginger was pacing the cell like a caged animal, stopping ever so often to glare up at the camera in the corner just outside the door that was trained on her. It had been a couple days since she had arrived there and she had seen very little of anyone expect for the bastard in the coat that managed to survive a mauling while getting a pair of scrubs into the cell so she didn't have to be naked anymore. That that being naked bothered her, it's not like she got cold or was modest at all. And truth be told, the white drawstring pants and large loose cotton white shirt was so ugly that she almost didn't put them on. She was starting to get annoyed, she did not like being closed in. She kept having flash backs to years ago when Brigitte locked her in the bathroom with a piece of wood, it wasn't the best time in the world. She growled a very animalistic growl, charging at the glass window once again, smacking it. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She screeched loudly, clawing at the cell with her wolf like claws, bearing her fangs. "You can't keep me in here!!!" She screamed, pounding on the glass.
What: Sitting around in a cell
Where: The Torchwood cells
When: A couple days after the fight with Lacey
Rating: Ummmm, gonna say PG13 for cursing but might go up with talk of violence and blood.
Open: To the Master right now, possibly other people later but for right now just the Master.
Ginger was pacing the cell like a caged animal, stopping ever so often to glare up at the camera in the corner just outside the door that was trained on her. It had been a couple days since she had arrived there and she had seen very little of anyone expect for the bastard in the coat that managed to survive a mauling while getting a pair of scrubs into the cell so she didn't have to be naked anymore. That that being naked bothered her, it's not like she got cold or was modest at all. And truth be told, the white drawstring pants and large loose cotton white shirt was so ugly that she almost didn't put them on. She was starting to get annoyed, she did not like being closed in. She kept having flash backs to years ago when Brigitte locked her in the bathroom with a piece of wood, it wasn't the best time in the world. She growled a very animalistic growl, charging at the glass window once again, smacking it. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She screeched loudly, clawing at the cell with her wolf like claws, bearing her fangs. "You can't keep me in here!!!" She screamed, pounding on the glass.