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

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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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johnrcrichton00
2008-06-02 01:07 pm UTC (link)

Crichton felt pretty bad for the girls, knowing how confused he was when he was first abducted by The Planet, but he had to admit that, other than being away from your loved ones, life was a dream here. He felt especially sympathetic towards the dark-haired girl…Bea? Is that what the redhead called her? Awfully old name for such a young girl…Bea reminded him a bit of Aeryn Sun. If Aeryn were here with him, this place would be Paradise instead of a place he frustrated himself trying to escape from…there was no escape…he had stopped trying when the Planet threatened to end him.

Crichton smiled at the raven-haired girl and spoke soothingly, “It’s possible, Bea. You’re here. You might as well enjoy it honey”, he patted her back, “There are more young people here too. This place is like one big ball of fun! A vacation 365 frelling days a year!”. He gave her an encouraging smile and a shrug, “You just can’t leave…believe me…I’ve tried”.

The man’s pale blue eyes narrowed and his smile threatened to turn into a grimace when the redheaded girl went into a poisoned-tongued rage. He listened patiently with his hands on his hips. When she was finished, he noticed the girl’s nails and her canines, Oh crap. Lycan…Loup Garou…your bargain basement werewolf!. Keeping his cool, Crichton put himself between Bea and the Red, “Graduated from Dick school…!”, he chuckled, “…your right! How did you know?”, he rubbed his slightly stubbled chin, “As a matter of fact, I graduated Head of my class!”. He walked closer to the feral female. Then it was his turn to growl, “Look, Red, you wanna growl and wolf out, you go right ahead, but let me warn you…READ THE PLAQUE! NO KILLING!”, he pointed to the plaque and then pointed to her. “Do you think that something powerful enough to bring you here can’t control you? Then go ahead. Be a fool! But let me tell you what happened to the last werewolf that tried it…”, he leaned forward, anger in his face, “…he transformed into the wolf and attacked someone. Before that person was even scratched, a massive silver hand erupted from the ground, grabbed the wolf and pulled him down under…he was never heard from again”, he turned his back on her, “So, go ahead, hotshot, try to take me down and see if all the king’s horses and all the king’s men will be able to put you back together again!”.

In a calmer tone, Crichton addressed the other girl, “I imagine you’re a werewolf too, Bea?”, he inquired, “Well, let’s go find your room and you’ll have all the clothes you’ll need there”. He smiled and winked, “Hey, guess what…you’ll love this…we have two moons here!”.

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suicidalwolf
2008-06-03 05:56 am UTC (link)

A vacation? Brigitte wasn’t sure she could call it that as she wrapped herself in the white robe Ginger had given her but she felt a sense of dread drop down in her stomach like a heavy stone when John told her there was no way out. So many shocking experiences were after hitting Brigitte in such a short amount of time that the brunette felt overwhelmed, like she was cracking up. In a short amount of time Brigitte had gone from being trapped in a cellar by a psycho kid to turning into a wolf to turning back human to waking up naked on a strange planet and then to meeting John and have a visit from her dead sister.

It was no surprise that Brigitte finally snapped.

“Stop it Ginger!” she yelled. “Go where? Where am I supposed to go? We’re fucking trapped here and what good is growling at him going to do?”, Brigitte demanded as she pointed at John. “He’s done nothing but try and help me…us”, she added. There was a time when Ginger’s word was law to Brigitte but that was a long time ago, almost two years since Brigitte had stepped out from being the meek little sister and became her own person. She wasn’t about to go back to following her sister blindly, not when she knew what Ginger was capable of. ‘But you’re capable too’, her mind silently reminded Brigitte. ‘You and Ginger are on equal playing ground’.

John was yelling at Ginger too, saying that she could wolf out but she wouldn’t be able to kill, words that caused Brigitte to pause in her frustration at her once older sister. “Wolf?” Her pale green eyes fixed on John as he asked if she was a werewolf too. It was not something Brigitte would normally admit to but it was obvious this guy already knew so she sighed and admitted it with a simple “Yes”. When he mentioned finding clothes, Brigitte nodded tiredly, feeling weary.

“Two moons? Great, just what I needed”, she groaned. Inwardly she hopped she wouldn’t be transforming anytime soon as Brigitte didn’t need any more shocks to the system. Out loud all she said was, “For the record, my name’s actually Brigitte. B’s just a nickname Ginger calls me”, she told John before looking at Ginger. “And Ginge? I’m seventeen now, not fifteen. From the looks of it, I’m actually older than you”.

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searchandestroy
2008-06-08 10:32 pm UTC (link)

Staring at him in awe for a moment, Ginger stood there. Not gawking. Not open mouthed and certainly not afraid. When he was done with his little speech the woman burst out laughing. "You done yet?" was all she offered. When Brigitte had asked her where they should go for once in her life she looked at her with an open heart, maybe Brigitte was right... maybe she didn't need her older sister anymore. And by chance, Ginger wasn't the oldest anymore. No. That was bullshit. "You think I'm trying to not help you? If you think this pussy has been helping you... " then she stopped and pointed a long, thin finger to her sibling.

"You don't need my help?" waving her hand at her sister and her new found boytoy. "Fine." Ginger began to walk away. "I died... for you!" she finally screamed throwing her hands up in the air. "You think that would be good enough...what about the pact? What about us BOTH going? Huh?!" whirling around now to face John.

"You don't need me, obviously the-" using her fingers to symbolize the planet by wiggling them.

"The planet has it covered right? ... fuck this, and fuck you." and she ran. Disappearing behind something or another. Fuck this, she might as well go exploring.

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