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Tweak says, "FNORD!!!"

Ginger Anne Fitzgerald (searchandestroy) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-26 12:59:00

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brigitte fitzgerald, complete, day 9, ginger fitzgerald

DAY 9
Who: Ginger & Brigitte.
What: Hurricane madness, Ginger is nuts!
When: Afternoon.
Where: Near the resort.
Rating: We're talking about Ginger here, PG-13.
Status: Incomplete.

Ginger was out braving the storm. She was nuts. Emerald hues looked up at the sky angrily as her arms wrapped around her middle and held herself as if to hold herself down so that she wouldn't blow away. Spotting the garage by the resort had the young woman, now soaked and her hair a mess ran into the garage as quick as anything, taking off into the wind. It was hard to get herself to move it was like the wind was taking her over. Still she moved on and got to the garage, getting inside and slamming the door shut. "Oh for fucks sake." the soaked red head had exclaimed as she tried to twist her long red locks out a little to get the water out.

It looked as if maybe tears would sting her eyes but all that ended up happening was Ginge had kicked a gasoline can harshly. "OW! Fuck." now hobbling around and finally took a seat on the stairs. "This sucks!" no friends, well did she ever have any? Not likely. No Brigitte. She had taken off with that...that...idiot. Ooooh if she could just get her hands on him!

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suicidalwolf
2008-07-26 01:38 pm UTC (link)

"Of course it matters", Brigitte replied softly. "You're my sister. I was worried about you. I still am", she admitted when Ginger asked why she was still here. The brunette had no idea how Ginger was dealing with all this, being brought to the planet, seeing Brigitte again, learning that the once younger Fitzgerald was actually older than Ginger. It was a lot to deal with. Brigitte knew her sister well enough to know exactly how Ginger coped with stress but so far no one had been talking about any crazy red heads or missing bodies so Brigitte assumed Ginger had been behaving herself.

She kept still as Ginger got up and headed toward her. The brunette hadn't forgotten how dangerous her sister was but she wasn't about to act all timid and frightened. Besides, despite the harsh look Ginger was giving her, there was something else going on beneath the surface. Whatever it was, Brigitte was sure Ginger wasn't going to hurt her. Not at that moment anyway and her eyes widen with surprise as the red head apologized about Sam.

Brigitte wasn't entirely sure she believed Ginger but decided there was no point in arguing about it anymore. She missed Sam but she knew all too well how hard it was to control your urges during the change and Ginger had been hard enough to control when she was human. The only thing to do was to move on as far as Brigitte was concern.

"It's the past. There's not much we can do about it now although, in the future? Try to refrain from killing my friends, ok Ginge?"

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searchandestroy
2008-09-03 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"It's just the changes, B. All these... fucking changes. It itches. It just keeps itching under my skin, you know? What am I supposed to do?" she confided in her for a few moments. Killing her friends? This made Ginger angry again. Maybe it was time for her to stop being angry, which was no possible way Ginger Fitzgerald would ever stop being pessimistic. All the people that had 'wronged' her in her life. Ginge wouldn't admit it but she was a real drama queen. Green hues flickered from the gasoline bottle then to her sister.

"So what's next, we stay here?" a mutter. Hey at least she didn't say she wished she had babies legs. Not knowing what to really say, considering Sam... Jason and everything that had heppened. "So this... John guy... he your friend now too?" Ginger tried to act like it didn't leave a sour taste in her mouth but it pretty much did.

"Because if he is, that's cool and all B... just make sure he doesn't start that shit again." and there she went again as the hurricane pounded on the garage and the tight doors in front of them. "Dead in this scene..." the young woman whispered quietly and held out the front of her palm.

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