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Who: Ginger and Brigitte
What: Getting ready for the masquerade
Where: At Brigitte's run down house
When: just before the masquerade
Rating: pg-13 (because Ginger has naughty mouth =3)
Open: No

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It didn't take long for her to gaze over at the nearly dried flowers. Ginger had a genuine line of worry running under her eyes. Furrowing those fire red eyebrows had the young woman started to peel off her three-quarter sleever and tossed it to the side. A faint smile caressed her lips when those green eyes laid on Brigitte.

"When did you get boobs?" the young woman mocked her sister, yanking down her skirt and slipped into the dress, first yanking it up her small and lithe figure and then slipped her arms inside of the sleeves.

"Zip me up." as if impatient.

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Brigitte blushed slightly as she pulled off her shirt, and reached for the button of her jeans.

"Shut up," she said, then turned and grasped the neatly hidden zipper of the dress when asked. She pulled it up gently, careful not to snag the fabric. She smoothed out the wrinkles, then turned to her own dress, shimmying out of her jeans.

The dress went on smoothly, and she turned around.

"Do up mine?" she asked, pulling her hair out of the way.

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A wry grin on her mouth as Ginger saw Brigitte. In a dress. How long had it been? Since kindergarten? Moving in back of her sister, her fingers immediately yanked the zipper up, until... did she smell something?

"You smell good..." the red head sniffed the air lightly. Finally zipping her up she placed her hands on her shoulders and whirled her around to face the mirror.

"They'll love you." a smirk, as she tossed a wink to the mirrow, and then began to try to fiddle with her hair.

"Fucking... why can't I just have a wig?" muttering as she tried to jam a brush through it. Knots and all.

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Brigitte stiffened as Ginger sniffed at her. That was... new. But the moment was overshadowed by the knowledge that she was in a dress. For the time in nearly ten years.

"Yeah, right." She turned around, watching the way the skirt moved, before glancing at her sister. The dress looked good on her, just the right shade for her hair. Which she was nearly ripping with her impatience, and Brigitte winced.

She reached out, and stopped the brush. "Let me," she said firmly.

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Ginger rolled her eyes as her eyelids fluttered revealing those dark eyelashes, in a manner of sarcasm.

"You think you could do better?" a mutter, her hand released the hairbrush and let it fall into Brigitte's grasp. What she did not want to admit was maybe the woman needed to take some of that wolf's...bait... wolf's... wolf's whatever and be done with it. Besides. You knew you were turning again when it felt like you could smell things that weren't there. And usually, Ginge is frustrated with life...but right now, she could eat a horse, literally.

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"I know I can," she said amused, hands already in motion. She concentrated on getting rid of the worst knots and tangles, running her fingers though the slightly matted hair to find and de-tangle them. She felt disturbingly girly, for all of their hate of mainstream life Ginger did need help with her hair for such an occasion.

She continued her motions, brushing the thick locks over Gingers shoulder as she finished with them. It felt... normal, to be doing this for her. After all, pack members groomed each other all the time.

Brigitte flinched hard, drawing her hands away as if scalded. They weren't pack! They weren't pack, weren't wolves, and she needed a dose of wolfs bane right now.

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Her fingers had caught some of the red strands, Ginger snapped her head to the side, staring up at her sister. Blinking once, after relishing the fact that it felt so good to have someone pamper her and do her hair. Brigitte had taken her hands away so quick though, she knew something was up.

"What?" Ginge asked, a little confused.

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Brigitte just stared. She glanced quickly at the monkshood, then back at Ginger. She breathed, once, twice, then exhaled slowly.

"N-nothing." She said, glancing again at the monkshood. She didn't want to push, but she was starting to feel uncertain about this. Everything in the past week or so had been so different that she had let the idea of the monkshood slide. The instincts had backed off a bit, so much that she hadn't noticed them in the chaos that was the City. She blinked, and stepped forward again, beginning to deftly pull Gingers hair into an uptwisted style.

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"Na-na nothing?" Ginger stammered in ultimate the ultimate mockery. Her gaze looked to the monkshood, and finally she rolled her eyes.

"Did you dose?" asking, now being the older sister once more. Though she was semi happy that Brigitte knew how to do decent hairstyles, because Ginge sure as hell didn't have one clue.

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"No," she replied shortly. "I'm not sure how badly I'll be effected. I'd rather wait until we aren't going to be in contact with others."

She stepped back from Ginger to grab a few hair pins from the nearby vanity. Whoever lived here before had taken all the food, but left some nice accessories. These would do, she supposed, considering the little she had gleaned from Pam over the years.

"Do you think I should?"

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"Only if you think you should." Ginger said in a nicey-nice tone, looking in the mirror at her hair. Brigitte had done a good job with it. But would she admit that? No.

"I hate parties..."

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Brigitte nearly smiled, the normality in that statement calming her down immediately.

"I know," she said somewhat distractedly, running the brush through her own hair now. "But its a good opportunity to meet others who have an idea about whats going on. Some one must have a plan, given that there are people who have been here for longer than us. At the very least, someone-" she cut her self off as that voice overwhelmed her, just like the first day she had arrived.

Enjoy it while you can, children. With the dawn will come our retribution.

She shivered as it finished, leaving her with an overall feeling of...wrong.

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Watching Brigitte seem kind of out of it, Ginger walked in front of her, nearly tripping over her dress and waved her hand in the other's face.

"B!" the girl yelled loudly. She could detect shivers down her sisters spine, and saw the goosebumps.

"What is it?" furrowing her eyebrows. Ginge hadn't heard the voice.

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Brigitte couldn't answer right away, feeling something surge in her head, trying to overcome her like the first time she heard the voice.

"It's... didn't you hear it?" she asked, trying to snap out of the dark fog it put her in. It called to her, and she pulled away, focusing on Ginger, only on Ginger.

"The voice? It sounded..." she couldn't describe it.

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"You sure that corset isn't too tight?" a faint smile, but it faded. Generally, the first time Brigitte had figured out what was wrong with the young Ginger, ...well, she was right and Ginger had laughed at it. This time, the red head wanted to actually believe her sister. Could werewolves be checked into loony bins for hearing voices?

Unsure of it all she simply looked around the room, not even a glance, but a stare. Nothing was there. No ghosts, no other werewolves...

"We should leave, maybe you're right. Maybe something is happening. What about those two dorks? The ... twins? They seemed like they were knowledgeable."

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"Yeah," Brigitte agreed, relieved that Ginger actually believed her this time. She knew that the voice was real, was affecting her somehow, but having Ginger trust her about this was the important thing.

"Creepy 1 or 2 should know something. If not, I bet they know someone who does." offered as she finished securing her hair quickly, in a style reminiscent of Gingers.