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26 March 2007 @ 11:33 pm
Brigitte, you are not connected at the wrist.  Pamela's words about Ginger and I still fresh in my brain.  Well what if we were?  Then what would you do?  You'd go and start freaking while Ging and I wouldn't be bothered at all.  Hell, we do death scenes together.  ugh that reminds me, I need to make more blood.  Big project coming up and we want to freak Mr. Wayne right out.

I saw 'the drug dealer' as we call him, we don't know his real name, again.  In his yellow van from a greenhouse. 

I got the ingredients to make the blood.  Now I just have to find Ginger.  I think she's home, maybe in our room.
wrists_r4_girls on April 1st, 2007 02:18 pm (UTC)
(( I'm not used to writing in first person.... so this may fuck it up some ))

Laying on her back on the small twin bed she twirled a large kitchen knife between her hands. She watched the little light there was in the room from a single lamp on the bed stand between her and her sister's bed hit the metal and refract off of it, sending light spots onto the dark walls.
She brought the sharp blade down onto her skin, feeling the bite of the blade as it released a thin strip of blood, when her sister was walking in. Without adverting her eyes from her work she rocked the blade a bit against her skin, trying to get the cut to go deeper. She didn't feel pain. She felt hollow. She felt numb... she felt bored.
"Fuck!" She slammed the knife down on her bed. "Wrists are for girls." She was discouraged. Only now did she look upon her sister who had been standing there with a gas can and, was that a powercord of some type or an extension cord? Must be for the project. A small smile curled Ginger's lips. "You should definitely hang." She playfully brought the blade to her neck to emphasize.

(( I really don't want to end up quoting the whole movie during this RPG if it's avoidable.))
brigitte_cursed on April 2nd, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
Brigitte put the gas can and the extnesion cord on the table with all the other project materials and walked over to her bed, looking at her older sister. "Hang with an extension cord?" She mulled the picture over in her mind, she looked up at the unfinished rafters of their basement bedroom. Her left corner of her mouth perked up in a small smile, then just as quickly, disappeared. "I don't know if I want to do this type of project, Ging. I mean, what if they all just sit there......laughing?" She looked at Ginger for answers, finding nothing but her green eyes staring back at her.
wrists_r4_girls on April 4th, 2007 04:10 pm (UTC)
"Are you kidding me? Suicide is the ultimate "fuck you!" They'll be in awe." She told her sister, her green eyes coming to life and dancing wildly with a light that never meant anything good. "It's totally us. Besides, can you convey what life in Bailey Downs is like in any other way?" Ginger thought for a moment as her eyes dulled and a scowl crossed her lips "Can you imagine what the other kids are going to their projects on? The girls will be talking about cheer leading and field hockey, and the boys will be talking about hockey and hard ons." She glanced at their supplies. "Come on, it's so us, Bee. It's the pact." The green fire reignited.
brigitte_cursed on April 9th, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
Brigitte's half smile returned, "I haven't heard you talk about 'The Pact' in a while." She looked down at her left hand, where the scars from 8 years ago still remained. "I was friends with Becky Johnson. You were jealous. You took a knife and cut my hand open and made me swear I'd only love you." She examined the scar closely, tracing it with her finger. "Silly what eight year olds are capable of."