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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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suicidalwolf
2008-05-31 03:08 am UTC (link)

John Crichton, as the man introduced himself as, seemed to have quiet the sense of humor that might have annoyed Brigitte normally if she hadn't been so frightened. Right now, it was comforting and made the situation seem less dangerous. The young slender woman listened attentively as John gave her the answers to her questions. Being on about planet was impossible to fathom since Brigitte was from a era that had yet to master space travel and as far as she knew, the only people had landed on yet was the moon yet the idea that the planet itself had brought her here just went over her head. "How is that possible?", she softly murmured, half speaking to John and half speaking to herself as she looked over beautiful landscape before her.

Brigitte's attention was brought back to John when he mentioned a plaque she had to read that apparently all first timers had to read. Does that mean there are more people here? Brigitte wondered. Well, duh. Unless you think you and John are in some sort of Adam and Eve scenario, her mind added. A rare smile graced Brigitte's face at the thought. She at least had the naked part down to play Eve. The smile wouldn't last as she heard more foot steps approaching from behind and saw John's hand instinctively of for his pistol. Brigitte hadn't noticed the gun at first and silently cursed at herself for being so blind. Well, I have just woken up on another planet, Brigitte silently decided. I think I can be forgiven for not noticing ever little detail in period of adjustment. It did make her wonder why John carried a gun though. She looked over her shoulder at the new person coming toward them and felt her eyes widen and her heart race.

"Ginger".

This dream like scenario had just turned into a total fucking nightmare.

Brigitte just stood there staring blankly at Ginger who was grinning at her before the redhead threw a robe at the younger Fitzgerald. Brigitte didn't question how Ginger knew her sister was here and naked, her mind was far too concerned with the reality that Ginger was actually. "This isn't possible..." the werewolf breathed. The air suddenly seemed heavy and toxic as Brigitte tried to breath but it was the panic threatening to swipe over that made it feel that way. All the brunette could think was 'I'm dead. I'm dead and this hell in a pretty package'.

Though, speaking of pretty packages, John's voice broke through Brigitte's inward worries when he started scolding the planet. "I wouldn't threaten a planet John. It'd probably throw an earthquake at us to get back at you", she replied in a flat, somewhat dazed voice. She was still looking at Ginger as she spoke and the shock Brigitte was feeling was written all across her face.

When John started leading them to plaque, Brigitte followed blindly as she still tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. Another planet, strange people, Ginger Alive, it was almost too much. Her eyes moved over the plaque, reading it quickly as Brigitte was always a fast learner and after the third scan, she had it memorized. There was some comfort for her in the line 'You will not kill. Ever' because at least that meant that no one could kill her but the 'Not able to leave' part had her wondering.

"How can a planet do all this?" She asked John. "Has anyone tried to leave yet? And..." Brigitte glanced hesitantly at her sister Ginger. "We're alive right? This isn't some fucked up version of hell is it?"

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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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