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Tweak says, "hager train! hager train!"

Brigitte Fitzgerald (suicidalwolf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-05-30 11:29:00

Entry tags:

arrival, brigitte fitzgerald, complete, day 1, ginger fitzgerald, john crichton

Waking up
Who: Brigitte Fitzgerald and OTA
What: Waking up and having a wtf? Moment.
When: 11:00am
Where: On the grounds of the dude ranch, near the stables.
Status: Closed thread.
Rating: PG 13 for swearing and embarrassing nudity

The sun felt warm on Brigitte’s skin as she rolled over on the grass and opened her eyes. For a moment she just laid there sleepily staring up at the sky and clouds above her before her mind started pestering her. Something’s not right, Brigitte’s inner voice insisted. She shouldn’t be looking up at clouds just after waking up. The brunette blinked; she was confused for a little bit before it all came rushing back to her.

Ghost locking her up in the cellar, transforming into a werewolf and then the painful transformation back after those long, grueling days when she was trapped as the beast. Brigitte sat up with a shocked look upon her face. Where was she? How had she gotten out of the cellar? Where was Ghost?

Then Brigitte looked down at herself and let out a yelp. Where the fuck were her clothes? While Brigitte tried to cover her nudity, her eyes scanned her surroundings. It looked like she was on a farm. There was a stable with a fence nearby but what interested Brigitte were the saddle blankets drying on the fence. Glancing around to make sure no one saw her, Brigitte darted over and grabbed a blanket to wrap around herself. It was scratchy and slightly damp but it would do.

“Where am I?” She muttered out loud. “And in the hell did I get here?”

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searchandestroy
2008-06-01 06:31 pm UTC (link)

"Excuse me?" pursing her lips in a sarcastic-type of expression. Ginger cut her gaze to her younger sibling and then noticed right when she was saying it that it was true. "She's fifteen, you can't just keep her here! Bull shit with all this planet crap. You're full of it, buddy." she was angry and had every right to be. "You obviously graduated from dick school, am I right? Let her go." the woman let out an inhuman growl, though it was soft...it was a warning. If you saw her now you'd notice her nails were a bit longer and her teeth had elongated slightly, just the canines.

Ginger Fitzgerald wasn't human. And how had the young auburn haired girl known to bring a robe for her sister? Call it a 6th sense, for the dead. "Guns can't stop me." was all she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Go." telling Brigitte.

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