"I don't want you. I don't even know you."
My hair is naturally red and my mother named me Ginger.
Life in Bailey Downs has continued pretty much down-fucking-hill since then.
Over the summer, I was impaled, run over, drowned, crushed, gutted by a lawnmower, electrocuted, and slashed my own throat, but nothing really stuck until a couple of weeks ago, when I got clawed up to shit in the woods by some big fucking hairy werewolf thing.
And, also. Sort of. Bit. A little bit. Well, obviously enough.
As far as we can tell, it's not like it's a death sentence or anything. As long as I stay away from silver bullets or speeding vans, at least. But it still makes the staged poses seem pretty fucking weak by comparison. Outside of the thirty pairs of pants that were, like, irrevocably ruined when the rest of the junior class finally saw our masterpiece, that is. (C-minus for "inappropriate content"? That fucking cunt rag! All I can say is that someone had better keep his fucking doors barricaded, come the full moon.)
... joking, B. Totally. Defensive humor, you know -- hah. Probably fairly fucking funny, either way, since I'm starting to wonder if a barricade would really do fuck-all, when I... if I really do change.
[[There's a bit more about Ginger in her info, but I thought I should mention that she'll be played as though she's permanently in the early stages of her change. For those who haven't seen Ginger Snaps, it shows the actual wolfing out as a gradual process -- it's pretty clear that Ginger will never be her normal self again after the bite. The extreme violent impulses start taking her over way before the full moon and there are also physical changes, i.e. fangs and silver streaks in her hair. The bloodlust stuff is bad enough when she's still mostly human -- as seen in the film, if she went completely wolf there'd really be no choice but to, you know, put her down. And I'd really like to keep playing her for month than a month, so. Improvising, here!]]
Life in Bailey Downs has continued pretty much down-fucking-hill since then.
Over the summer, I was impaled, run over, drowned, crushed, gutted by a lawnmower, electrocuted, and slashed my own throat, but nothing really stuck until a couple of weeks ago, when I got clawed up to shit in the woods by some big fucking hairy werewolf thing.
And, also. Sort of. Bit. A little bit. Well, obviously enough.
As far as we can tell, it's not like it's a death sentence or anything. As long as I stay away from silver bullets or speeding vans, at least. But it still makes the staged poses seem pretty fucking weak by comparison. Outside of the thirty pairs of pants that were, like, irrevocably ruined when the rest of the junior class finally saw our masterpiece, that is. (C-minus for "inappropriate content"? That fucking cunt rag! All I can say is that someone had better keep his fucking doors barricaded, come the full moon.)
... joking, B. Totally. Defensive humor, you know -- hah. Probably fairly fucking funny, either way, since I'm starting to wonder if a barricade would really do fuck-all, when I... if I really do change.
[[There's a bit more about Ginger in her info, but I thought I should mention that she'll be played as though she's permanently in the early stages of her change. For those who haven't seen Ginger Snaps, it shows the actual wolfing out as a gradual process -- it's pretty clear that Ginger will never be her normal self again after the bite. The extreme violent impulses start taking her over way before the full moon and there are also physical changes, i.e. fangs and silver streaks in her hair. The bloodlust stuff is bad enough when she's still mostly human -- as seen in the film, if she went completely wolf there'd really be no choice but to, you know, put her down. And I'd really like to keep playing her for month than a month, so. Improvising, here!]]