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[dead_onthescene]

There are two dead men in this school, two men she's torn to pieces, shredding them like they're nothing. Like they're just nothing. It's like a drug, burning through her system, hot and dark and like nothing she's ever felt before, but Ginger knows there isn't going to be a crash. She's a fucking werewolf, after all, not a junkie and she can't

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[thedescent_into]

Standing in the shadows of the treeline, Sarah wonders at the parallels. Young girl standing there, dripping in blood, her horrified screams rattling the trees, and for a moment Sarah hears her own screams echoing into the darkness, nearly a year ago.

But this girl, standing just outside the compound, rabid and out of control... they wouldn't leave her alone the way they had Sarah. "You'll want to calm down," she suggests, a toneless voice proceeding the woman who steps out into the clearing.

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"And you'll want to tell me where the fuck I am and what the fuck you did to me," Ginger snaps in response, her entire body turning toward the sound of the voice. Somehow this is Sam's fault, that dirty little shit who's just trying to get into her sister's pants. Somehow he's done this to her, he's sent her somewhere.

God, when she gets her hands on him, she's going to fucking kill him. She's going to kill him and she's going to love it.

[thedescent_into]

"You're standing a few yards from the police department office, they're not going to let you stand here screaming," she says just as calmly, warning and hoping the girl is coherent enough to listen.

"You're on an island. Apart from that, there isn't much I can tell you."

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Ginger thinks about giving another sarcastic reply, but the mention of the police stops her and her gaze flickers briefly to the building she's come out of. She can probably take them, she's stronger than she's ever been, but she doesn't want to if she doesn't have to.

"What do you mean I'm on an island?" she asks, rubbing her bloody palms against the front of her skirt. That doesn't make any sense. A person can't go from being in Baily Downs to being on a fucking island.

Then again, she used to think werewolves weren't real either.

[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus ran a hand idly through his hair as he exited the school. The brown was still liberally streaked with gray, but the only new gray he'd got in over two years on the island was a bit at his temples. He stopped short, momentarily surprised at the sight of the young girl who'd clearly just arrived. Back home, he would have smelled the blood long before he saw her, but here his sense of smell, while still strong, wasn't as keen as it had been.

"Are you injured?" he asked as he approached. The blood didn't look like it was hers, but he wanted to make sure.

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"Do I look injured to you?" Ginger asks in return, her gaze flickering around the scene in front of her, from the man who's now standing there, to the trees, to the fucking path that seems to lead Christ only knows where. This is a fucking disaster.

"What I am is fucking lost, so if you could point me in the direction of Baily Downs High School, I'll be on my merry fucking way," she adds, crossing her arms.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"I'm afraid there's no way back to Baily Downs High School from here - at least intentionally," Remus replied, remaining calm despite the girl's obvious ire. "You're on an island called Tabula Rasa, and its residents have come here from all over space and time, without warning as you have just done."

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For a long moment Ginger just stares at the man, her eyebrow arching higher and higher before she crosses her arms and relaxes slightly. "Right, okay," she says, looking at the surrounding area. God, he was probably the new school counselor or something, but that doesn't make sense either. None of this makes sense.

Then again, neither does being bit by a goddamn werewolf.

"Okay, so I'm on an island and there's no way home. What the hell do I do now?" she asks.

[unchosen_son]

Sam just gaped at her and for a moment, he nearly pulled his gun, but he remembered that he had to take things slow first, find out what was going on, so he wandered a precarious few steps forward. "Hey," he exhaled. "Are you okay?"

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"Yeah, I'm peachy fucking keen," Ginger replies dryly, but her voice sounds pinched and tight, like she's scared, but she isn't scared. She doesn't let herself get scared anymore, not since the bite. There's no point, there isn't, there isn't, she's convinced herself of that. "So if you'll just tell me where the fuck I am, I'll be on my way."

[unchosen_son]

Sam blinked and...Ava? No, it couldn't be. He only knew her from the reels and barely then and this had to be a mistake. So he wasn't about to ask. Not yet. "Uh, you're on an Island," he admitted. "Do you want to go somewhere to clean up? Waterfall, maybe?"

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Waterfalls. There are fucking waterfalls instead of sinks and showers. Of course there are. "Fine," she answers, figuring she'll probably get a little more information from the guy if she at least pretends to be nice. "Yeah, fine, show me."

Nice and polite don't always mean the same thing when it comes to Ginger.

[wormholed]

John might've been more alarmed by the blood, but nobody could scream that loud with a mortal injury. He pulled a finger from one ear and gave her a nod.

"Stop screaming a sec and I'll tell you."

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Whirling toward the sound of the voice, Ginger nearly stumbles again, but she catches herself and fixes the man with a glare. She doesn't scream again, though, doesn't shout at him. At least he's offering her some kind of information. "What?" she asks, her bloody hands on her hips.

[wormholed]

He'd hoped she might get a little more specific between swearing, but John could work with this.

"Depends on what you want to know," he said. "Where you are is a magic island called Tabula Rasa. When is anybody's guess. Who I am is John Crichton, and where I got these sweet leather pants is between me and the boodong who died to make them."

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"And why the hell would you think I give a fuck about your leather pants?" Ginger asks, because it's the most ridiculous thing she's heard and right now it's all she wants to think about. A magic island is insane, it isn't possible, but neither is being bitten by a werewolf, right?

"Look, I was just at school with my sister and I just need to get back there, okay?" She says this as calmly as possible, as if she isn't covered in blood. "She's waiting for me."

[endlessdel]

Even with the doggies watching her every move, prodding her into eating and washing. She still feels empty. Like she's a headless chicken who hasn't quite figured out it's dead yet. She feels so alone and yet there is a girl infront of her covered in blood. Delirium doesn't even remember leaving the house or walking.

"heLLo,"Delirium said simply, smiling unnervingly at the girl. Reaching out a hand Delirium touched the blood and brought it to her lips. "hAVe YOU Been PLAying with the HUmaNS? sHE woN'T LEt mE PLay with thEM ANYmoRe, mY siSTER, SHe mADe me PRomise."

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"Your sister and mine sound like they should have a little get together and ruin all our fun," Ginger mutters even as she jerks back from the touch, a look of irritation and disgust crossing her features. "What the hell are you doing? Don't touch me, I'm all..."

Infected. She's all infected.

[endlessdel]

"ThEy shOULD but mY SisTER is NOT heRe, shE LEFT me. aLoNE. iT's aLRight thoUgh, i'LL SEE her wHEN i'm dEAD." Delirium said, wiping the hands across her face. It didn't taste like home or candy, it tasted like iron and forgotten memories. She been covered in blood and she hadn't remembered a thing about it but it had been okay because Bob had still loved her. "aLL whAT? BLoody? i haVE EYEs, thAT's oKAY- i'M ALL tOO."

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"Infected," Ginger says, but that hasn't stopped her from touching people before. Maybe she can make this girl like her, but that isn't what she wants. She wants to make Brigitte like her, she wants her sister back, she wants her fucking pack. "Who the hell are you and where the hell am I?" she asks finally, rubbing her hands against her arms. It feels like her skin is crawling with bugs and creatures.