The monster wants out of you

002. the_lucky13 // Prompt 48.2

Tue, 05 May 2009 10:58:29 GMT

13 Times you've wanted to be anywhere then where you were

1. When I was in the park and got my period for the first time.
2. After the first time I had sex with Jason.
3. When Pam told Brigitte and me about the birds, the bees and the curse.
4. On my sixteen birthday when I realized I was still stuck in Bailey Downs.
5. The first time Jason McCardy asked me out.
6. When B and I went to visit Sam. I couldn’t fucking wait to get out of there.
7. Whenever I’m at school.
8. Whenever I’m in one of Mr. Wayne’s classes.
9. The time when Brigitte forced me to visit the guidance counsellor.
10. The night Trina killed herself. It was kind of funny but I wouldn’t have minded being somewhere else at the time.
11. Locked in the bathroom after Brigitte betrayed me.
12. Locked in the back of Sam’s van.
13.In mine and Brigitte’s bedroom the last night I saw her.

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:59:28 GMT

I really hate damsels in distress.

005. play_on_rpg

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:51:24 GMT

I ain't no damsel in distess
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair

001. the_lucky13 // 47.3 - Make your own list

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:22:33 GMT

13 ways to kill yourself

1. Hanging
2. Slitting your throat.
3. Slitting your wrists.
4. Electrocute yourself with a hair dryer in the bathtub.
5. Jumping off a cliff.
6. Carbon Monoxide poisoning.
7. Drown in the ocean.
8. Put a bag over your head and suffocating.
9. Put a bullet in your brain. Or anywhere vital really.
10. Overdoes on meds.
11. Jump in front of a bus.
12. Crash your car off a bridge, into a concrete wall, pole or something like that.
13. Set yourself on fire.

Muse: Ginger Fitzgerald
Fandom: Ginger Snaps

017. & 018. charloft // Thurs & Fri. // Epiphany & Changes

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 10:52:51 GMT

"If I had it to do all over again, I wouldn't change a thing!"

That's a load of crap. There's always something you'd change about your past, if you could. List five of them.

1. I wouldn’t have turned on Brigitte and gone after Sam.

2. I sure as fuck wouldn’t have slept with Jason McCardy.

3. Trina. If I had known the bitch was going accidently kill herself I wouldn’t have brought her into the house.

4. Should have ran away with B when I turned sixteen.

5. I would have never left B alone. Especially not with Sam.

Have you ever had an epiphany? Tell us about it, or, if you’d like, tell us a story.

Thursday
Epiphany: The sudden realization or comprehension of the (larger) essence or meaning of something.

For Ginger, it was the moment she killed Norman.

As she was walking to the house after being dropped off by Jason and feeling like absolute shit that fucking dog just started barking like crazy. The redhead swore at it, threw a rock at the mutt and even tried to kick it away but still the little mongrel just wouldn’t lay off. Barking, barking, barking. Shrill barks that were hurting her ears so much that Ginger had to cover them over. Any minute now Pam would come out and start demanding to know what was happening, why Ginger was so late and a ton of other annoying questions.

“Shut the fuck up”, Ginger hissed at the dog through her teeth. “Shut the fuck up!” The dog nipped at her then and something within Ginger just snapped. The teen lunged down and grabbed the dog, wrapping her hands around it’s throat, pushing her nails into it’s flesh.The flesh yielded to her sharp claws, spilling out blood which the very sight and smell of pushed Ginger over the edge.

She bit into Norman and for the first time in over a week Ginger felt good. Felt right.

Ever since the night she was attacked by that wolf or dog or whatever the fuck it was, Ginger had felt like crap. She had a fever, was nauseated and had this horrible ache. An ache she marked up as a part of puberty. She assumed it was for sex when Jason McCardy started to smell so good to her but after her dismal first time, Ginger had learned that wasn’t the case.

No, it was Norman’s blood that soothed the ache. It was eating his flesh that made her feel better. The dog was nearly torn to pieces by the time Ginger was through with it and that’s when her epiphany hit. That’s when Ginger finally understood what was happening.

“Oh shit”, she whispered as she pulled back from the carcass, her hands and face bloody. “I’m gonna be sick”.

016. charloft // Wednesday // Dreams

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 23:16:40 GMT

My dreams are always this weird mix of stuff that's happened, stuff that's never happened, and general weird ass shit. They're usually a lot gorier.

011. sixwordstories

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:49:00 GMT

Throwing up in a public bathroom.

015. charloft // Tuesday // Superpowers

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 14:18:43 GMT

If I woke up and discovered I was average again, I’d probably want to slit my wrists. Throw myself out into traffic. Down some drain-o. Anything would be better than going back to being nothing.

Back to normal

Three days till the next full moon. Ginger’s body was already pretty far gone, getting closer to the change every day. Her skin split as her spine shifted and a tail formed. Her nails were sharpening along with her teeth and the white streaks in her hair stood out in stark contrast with her red locks. It was a unpleasant transformation that Ginger had grown accustomed to over the past year, one that she had gone through six times previously. Thursday would be the seventh.

Yet when Ginger awoke Tuesday morning, her tail was gone and her body had reverted back to normal. It took the girl a few a moments of staring in the bathroom mirror to figure it that something was different. She washed her face and studied her reflection. “What happened to my hair?” she muttered as she squinted at her reflection. The teen opened her mouth. Gone were her pointy teeth, Ginger found them replaced with normal human teeth. “What the fuck?”

Ginger was too surprised to feel happy or angry. All she felt was shock. “What the fuck is happening to me?” Within seconds Ginger had stripped off and was studying her body in the mirror. It was like the past week hadn’t happened as her body appeared perfectly human. Well, that wasn’t so bad. Ginger wasn’t a fan of being a hairy ass Sasquatch but what about her senses? What about her strength?

A half an hour later, Ginger was dressed and out the door. She sniffed the air like a dog and found...nothing. A faint scent of gas fumes from a car driving by but that was nothing compared what Ginger could normally sniff out at this time of the month. Everything was quiet, far too quiet for her once sensitive ears. “This is bullshit...bullshit”. The shock was giving way to anger now as Ginger began to wrap her mind around what was happening. The curse that had made her special had slipped away during the night, leaving become a completely average, a completely boring Ginger.

Ginger had the strong urge to hit something. As usual, Ginger responded to that urge, turning to kick a nearby metal garbage can, knocking it down and hurting her foot in the process. “Fuck!” Ginger cried out as tears of pain of welled up in her eyes. The pain turned to frustration and sadness as the teen sank down to the sideway, wiping away her angry tears.

“Fuck”.

Fandom: AU Ginger Snaps
Word count: 411

010. sixwordstories

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 12:31:55 GMT

It’s getting closer.

I’m getting restless.

the_lucky13 Intro

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:48:54 GMT

13 things about Ginger Fitzgerald:

1: I’m Canadian.
2: I have a younger sister named Brigitte.
3: My favourite colour is purple.
4: I had a really bad accident last September.As a result I’m now a werewolf.
5: My mom is in prison.
6: I dropped out of high school.
7: My favourite game is search and destroy.
8: Strawberry Shortcake is my favourite dessert.
9: I hate dogs.
10: I like to rip things to pieces.
11: I hate guidance counsellors.
12:I really want a car or to at least know how to drive one.
13:I have vicious mood swings.

003. justprompts

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 13:03:05 GMT

Ten things to do before you die.
1) Find Brigitte.
2) Go to the states.
3) Have spectacular sex.
4) Go to Europe
5) Visit my mom in prison and laugh at her.
6) Find out where Dad ended up.
7) Find out if there are more werewolves in Canada.
8) Drive a car. A nice car.
9) Win the lottery. A long shot but fuck it, might as well try.
10) Swim in the pacific.

Ten things you will never do again.
1) Have sex with Jason McCardy
2) Trust anyone.
3) Take bullshit from teachers. Or snotty bimbos.
4) Let someone distract me by vomiting. Talk about a cheap fucking ploy.
5) Let Sam get anywhere near my sister.
6) Write an essay.
7) Eat duck. Pam cooked it once. It was fucking disgusting.
8) Make someone into a werewolf.
9) Have unprotected sex...you know, unless I can help it.
10) Stay at the Sleep Easy Motel.

Ten people that rub you the wrong way.
1) Sam Lemche
2) Jason McCardy
3) Pamela Fitzgerald
4) Trina Sinclair
5) Henry Fitzgerald
6) Mr. Wayne
7) The Janitor at the highschool.
8) Norman’s owner. Byron I think his name is.
9) Nurse Ferry
10) Brigitte Fitzgerald

Ten of your favorite things.
1) Sleeping in.
2) Barbeque anything.
3) Field Hockey.
4) Taking pictures.
5) Playing dead.
6) Playing earch and destroy.
7) The wall of shame.
8) Brigitte Fitzgerald (Okay, not a thing but she’s a favourite)
9) The colour purple....the actual colour. Not the book or movie.
10) Ripping things to pieces.

002. justprompts

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 12:39:28 GMT

Title: Of the same blood.
Prompt: Lyrics to Different than you by The Exiles // Taken from justprompts
Summary: 3rd person introspective ficlet. Ginger Fitzgerald’s thoughts as she is tracking down her sister.
Warnings: None
Word count: 758

Ginger Fitzgerald: Runaway, perpetual trouble maker, murderer, sister. She has so many titles and roles, some she was born in and others that life thrust upon her. Sometimes at the most inopportune moments but what could you do? For the most part Ginger had accepted the new titles and roles but the latter one was causing a bit of trouble for the redhead.

Sister. How exactly could she fill that role when she didn’t even know where her sister was? For all I know she could be down in the States. She could be dead. She could be down the street at another crappy motel. Ginger herself was at such a place, some shithole called the Sleep Easy. She was sprawled out on the double bed staring up at the yellowing paint on the ceiling and thinking about her lost sister. Brigitte wasn’t dead, she knew that much and the teen knew that her sister had been at the Sleep Easy about a week or more ago. The old guy at the check in desk had recognized the picture and now that Ginger was in the supposed room her sister had stayed in, her senses confirmed the truth. It was faint but Brigitte’s scent still clung to the bed.

Ginger rolled over on the bed, stomach down and face pressed against the sheets. Her nose wrinkled. Brigitte wasn’t the only thing she smelled but the red head tried to ignore those scents. She slept here, Ginger thought as she ran her hand along the blanket. She wondered for how long and what her sister had done in the short time at the motel.

Ginger wondered if Brigitte had dreamt of her while sleeping. I’ve sure as fuck have been having my own share of fucked up dreams. Sometimes the redhead would dream about the attack. Other times she would dream about traveling through a snow covered forest and being chased by a wolf. Sometimes she dreamt she was the wolf, chasing down her sister.

No need for Freud to tell her what that meant.

The Fitzgerald sisters had a rocky relationship after Ginger had attacked Brigitte and Brigitte had planted six inches of steel into Ginger’s chest, just missing her heart. A fraction of an inch and who knows what might have happened? A scar served Ginger as a constant reminder of just how close she had been to death. For the once suicidal teen, it had been too close. Needless to say, the near death experience had caused a serious rift in her affections for her sister.

Part of her still loved Brigitte, Ginger knew that but there was a rage within the young woman that was frightening. She might share the same blood as Brigitte but she had to wonder how such ties would hold up against that rage. She wondered how love would hold up against such hatred, if it could. “You always hurt the one you love”, Ginger quoted as she rolled over on her back again and lifted her hand up to study the scars on her palm. One from the pact she and Brigitte had made and one from when Brigitte had infected herself with Ginger’s blood.

Ah memories, Ginger thought sarcastically. Another part was silently worried about what she should do. Could she really go after Brigitte for revenge? Did she want to? Their lives had gone through a few drastic, permanent changes already but did she really want to take steps that would lead to the biggest change in her life? What would she gain?

Nothing. I’d be out a sister, just like I am now.

Not to mention, what would she have to do if she wasn’t searching for B?

Fuck all. Like or not, your life sorta revolves around her. A grimace crossed her face. Sad but true. Once upon a time Ginger had been the leader, the bossier older sister who decided what the Fitzgerald sisters would do, whether it was what game they would play, where they would hang, what they would watch....it didn’t matter. The last word was always Ginger’s and now their roles had switched. Now Ginger was following Brigitte’s lead, like a lost fuckin’ lamb.

That’s what’s gotta change, Ginger thought as dropped her arm back on the bed and sat up. Things gotta go back to the way they use to be.

Translation: Brigitte had to be under Ginger’s thumb again but how would the red head manage that? She’d need an edge, something to use against Brigitte.

No, not something. Someone.

Tarot card quiz

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 01:09:52 GMT

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

014. charloft // Tuesday // Past Prompt

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:26:02 GMT

Take a look through the past prompts tag and find a prompt from the past that you never did before and do it now. Answer the very first prompt ever, or a prompt from last month- whatever you like.

Wednesday prompt: Do you have a picture that’s worth a thousand words?

010. sixwordstories

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:18:49 GMT

Predator and prey. Weird being both.

013. charloft // Tuesday // Cake or death?

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 12:05:48 GMT

Title: Ginger’s very favourite
Author: cantfighthis
Prompt: Cake from charloft
Rating: PG 13 For swearing
Word count: 189
Summary: AU Ginger, takes place after the events of the first movie with an alternate ending. Basically a snippet of Ginger’s memories.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Certainly not Ginger Fitzgerald.

It was sitting there behind the glass. Strawberries, angel food cake, whipped cream. Ginger’s very favourite: Strawberry shortcake, the cake Ginger’s mother Pam always made whenever she was happy with her oldest daughter.

Ginger was sitting in a diner when she spied it and she couldn’t help but think back to the last time Pam had made that cake. It was the night after Ginger’s attack. Pam’s attempt to celebrate Ginger’s becoming a young woman. A memory that caused Ginger’s lips to curl in disgust before she took a sip of coffee. Why the fuck did B have to tell her anything?

Just one more way Brigitte had betrayed her.

The teen scowled, glaring at the cake while she was lost in thought. If only B had kept her mouth shut then they wouldn’t have argued. The sisters wouldn’t have turned on one another and Sam wouldn’t have come into the picture. It’s too late now for ifs and buts, Ginger silently told herself, ending the internal argument before it could start. She couldn’t change the past.

Doesn’t mean I can’t change the future. Brigitte’s still out there somewhere.

009. sixwordstories

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 11:11:20 GMT

Way too early to be awake.

004. play_on_rpg

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:10:58 GMT

I hate everything about you!
Why do I love you?

008. sixwordstories

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:47:06 GMT

Who wants to be good anyway?

008. - 012. charloft // Thurs - Mon prompts

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:33:45 GMT

Monday: How do you come up with your character names? Yes, canon characters might not have as much to do for this prompt, so, as a bonus, tell you if you feel the names of characters 'fit' them.

I didn’t pick Ginger Fitzgerald but it suits the character in my opinion. First, Ginger is an obvious play on her red hair. Second, it’s a somewhat unusual name. It’s been heard of before but it’s not a name one comes across on a regular basis. A friend of mine, who also plays Ginger, came up with a back-story behind the name about how her father was a fan of Gilligan’s island and picked the name at random when Pam asked him what he thought they should call the eldest daughter. Pam went along because it reminded her of Ginger Rogers and because the baby had red hair. Frankly, I picture this story being re-told by Ginger’s parents anytime anyone asks about her name, much to Ginger’s annoyance.

I did pick the username so I can at least explain that choice. Originally I wanted cantfixthis because it’s a line Ginger says in the movie but it was already taken so I went for something similar. cantfighthis was chosen because Ginger couldn’t fight the virus which I realized was sorta lame after I made the journal but I’m stuck with it now and it’s grown on me.

Sunday prompt // drabble:

Escape by Emily Dickinson

I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!

Ginger thinks about escaping Bailey Downs every fucking day. Every morning as she listens to Pam prattle on, every day she wastes in school and every night when she lies in bed. She dreams of living without rules, without having someone looking over her shoulder, judging her every move. She and her sister once promised themselves that they’d be out of Bailey Downs at sixteen or dead in the scene but as sixteen rolls around, Ginger can only see one way out.

“It’s the only way to really escape this shit, you know?” she says to Brigitte as she lounges on her bed. Brigitte looks doubtful and slightly scared as she perches on her own bed but Christ, when doesn’t Brigitte look scared? “You promised”, Ginger reminds her.

Saturday: A few songs dedicated to my little sister Brigitte Fitzgerald.

Create a playlist at MixPod.com

Friday: Secrets

[Locked]

1. I am really hairy. I have to shave constantly.
2. I can’t sleep in complete darkness. I need to see a hallway light, night life, even the light of a alarm clock before I can fall asleep.
3. My parents named me after that fucking Ginger on Gilligan’s Island.
4. Sometimes I think about girls when I....nevermind.
5. I use to have a crush on Sam back when I was thirteen and he was fifteen. I got over that quickly though.

[/locked]

Thursday: Would you accept it at all, if it were offered to you? What would you use it for? Does absolute power always corrupt? Would it corrupt you? Why or why not?

Hell yes, I would take absolute power! And I would use it to fix everything to the way it should be. Brigitte would be here with me and would stop fucking around with this cure shit. We’d travel and do whatever the fuck we wanted. Sam, Jason and Trinia would be dead as would anyone who fucked with us.

So...yeah. Power does corrupt and yeah, it would corrupt me but fuck, I’m already corrupt. I’d rather have things be the way I want them to be than to worry over stupid morals and being a fucking good girl.

007. sixwordstories

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 12:25:57 GMT

~~Screw this!~~ I'm sick of looking for her.

007. charloft // Wednesday // Beautiful places

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 11:43:42 GMT

The most beautiful place I’ve ever been? Hmm...probably Baniff National Park. Pam made us all go when I was thirteen. ‘Course I didn’t want to go but I have to admit (although not to Pam) , it was nice.

As for where I want to go, that was a lot harder. I couldn’t decide between two places:

New York City

Or Paris

Horribly cliché but they actually are the places I’d love to visit. ‘Course, if I went to Paris then I’d have to visit the catacombs.

001. justprompts

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 22:45:00 GMT

Ten things you think a lover should be aware of before getting involved with you.

1. I'm a werewolf. Protection is a must because I don't want ~~any Jason repeats~~ accidents. As the health nurse once told me, play safe.

2. My sister Brigitte is the most important person in my life and always will be. Don't think that you can replace her.

3. I like it rough. Rough as in biting, pushing, pulling and animalistic. Not as in the whips and chains kinda rough. Just so you know.

4. I'm a bitch. Literally.

5. My mood swings are hundred times worse the closer it gets to the full moon.

6. I also really start to look like a freak the closer I get to the full moon. ~~So unless you like tails...~~

7. Mention the words 'your mother' and 'is right' in the same sentence and I'll break you're fucking fingers.

8. I've only ever been with one other guy and let's just say it was a HUGE disappoint.

9. I smoke.

10. Hit on my sister once and you're a dead man.

006. charloft // Tuesday prompt & drabble

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 14:09:51 GMT

I’m never having kids but if I suddenly lost a bunch of brain cells and decided to make that mistake, I’d want to have a girl. Why? Because girls would be easier to handle, I think they would be anyway. I mean, what do I know about raising kids?

Besides, I’d want a girl like me though if I had one, I’d probably have to have another so the kid won’t be lonely. Another girl so she’ll have a sister but that’s it! I’m not one of those girls who wants’ to be a fucking baby factory.

>
Title: Self preservation
Fandom: Ginger Snaps
Characters: Ginger, OC and mentions Jeremy
Prompt: Boys or girls from charloft
Word count: 503
Rating: PG
Author’s notes: This scene is set in an AU verse after Ginger survives the events of the first movie and Jeremy survives the events of the second movie. They meet up while Ginger is searching for her sister and Jeremy is trying to live a normal life. They manage to become friends and more despite Ginger’s difficult nature and unexpected pregnancy. This scene takes place a few weeks after Ginger has given birth.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or Ginger Snaps.

Necessity had taken over and the child let out a piecing cry that had forced Ginger out of her comfortable bed. For a brief, selfish moment Ginger considered simply ignoring the cry but she was afraid it would wake the people in the next apartment. She pushed a few stray, tangled red locks out of her face as she headed for the worn wooden cradle she had snagged at a second hand store. “Alright, alright”, Ginger muttered as she lifted the baby up. A quick sniff told the werewolf that a soiled pamper wasn’t the source of ear-piercing shirks so hunger had to be the cause. Ginger sat on the edge of her bed and lifted up her shirt.

“Eat and shit, that’s all you do”. The baby made no noise as he quickly sought out her nipple. It was uncomfortable for the first few seconds until Ginger adjusted the baby. Thank god Jeremy had found her a copy of The Nursing Mother's Companion. A few painful feedings had been enough to convince Ginger to actually read it. After which Jeremy had made a comment about her working to become a good mother. As fucking if, she said silently with a bitter chuckle. Ginger still couldn’t believe she had kid.

The first months were spent in complete and utter denial but by the fourth and fifth months there was no denying it. Then there was panic. She couldn’t go to the hospital; she couldn’t go to a clinic and was completely unprepared. It was her own fault of course, she should have been more careful. By the time Ginger could actually think logically about the mess, it was too late.

Thank god for Jeremy.

Ginger scowled at her own sentimental feelings of gratitude but it was true. If Jeremy hadn’t been there for her, who knows what Ginger would have done to herself or to the baby? She wasn’t even sure if it was his, thanks her own carelessness and how she had let her hormones rule her but that hadn’t stopped Jeremy from stepping in. He had brought her books, gave her a few dollars when she needed them and had even offered to let her stay with him. Of course Jeremy still lived with his mother so Ginger had been quick to turn that offer down but then he went and helped her find this apartment.

It wasn’t much. In fact, it was a shit-hole but it was shelter and it was clean. Ginger was lucky to afford it.

It’s home now.

At that thought, Ginger looked down at the baby in her arms. He had finished and was yawning contently, making Ginger feel a rush love and protectiveness. What was it about the kid that inspired such emotion? This was her child, her son and though Ginger hadn’t wanted him, she realized she wouldn’t trade him for her old life either. James was her life now.

Just hope I don’t screw up his life like I screwed up my own.

015. sixwordstories

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:47:52 GMT

Are there are always two choices?