Gardens.
Who: Ginger Fitzgerald + Brigitte Fitzgerald.
What: Exploring.
Where: Gardens.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: R (For Ginger's mouth.)
Open: Yes.
"Where are we going?" Ginger thought out loud as she looked towards her sister in front of her. Brigitte had really changed. She wasn't scrawny...in fact she was looking a little...cute. A scowl on her mouth as the red head finally stopped at a rock. There was a baby fox near by. And then the young woman rolled her eyes as she kept walking.
Why eat a baby fox? What was the point of that? But did she want breakfast food? No? Did she want lunch? No. She wanted meat. Something that had blood...and bone to chew on. Like a dog. Letting her eyes avert their gaze to the ground, Ginger simply sighed in relief as she thought of how when she was about sixteen she had said she wished the chicken was babies legs.
"B!" Ginge finally snarled as she nearly smacked right into a tree.
"guess we found the garden?"
What: Exploring.
Where: Gardens.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: R (For Ginger's mouth.)
Open: Yes.
"Where are we going?" Ginger thought out loud as she looked towards her sister in front of her. Brigitte had really changed. She wasn't scrawny...in fact she was looking a little...cute. A scowl on her mouth as the red head finally stopped at a rock. There was a baby fox near by. And then the young woman rolled her eyes as she kept walking.
Why eat a baby fox? What was the point of that? But did she want breakfast food? No? Did she want lunch? No. She wanted meat. Something that had blood...and bone to chew on. Like a dog. Letting her eyes avert their gaze to the ground, Ginger simply sighed in relief as she thought of how when she was about sixteen she had said she wished the chicken was babies legs.
"B!" Ginge finally snarled as she nearly smacked right into a tree.
"guess we found the garden?"