voice testing and maaaaaybe heading for somewhere.

[likemyedge]

Yeah? Where the fuck do I sign?

You think I wouldn't jump on the first chance I got to get the hell out of dodge and away from these losers? I've had it up to here with the judging and the bullshit, and being strung along by some douchebag who thinks he knows me, that he knows anything.

I'm not looking for a cure. I am the cure.

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[lycanthropes]

[ Have a very displeased looking Brigitte. She tries to keep her voice to a concerned tone - this is about your well being, Ginger, not the possibility of you killing other people - instead of a nagging one. God forbid she end up like their mother. ] Ging, you can't go anywhere. Not by yourself.

[outbysixteen]

The cure? [Brigitte says as she looks on.] What are you curing the perfectly sane?

[likemyedge]

So come with me, B. [ she's had it with the moods and the fear and the hunger growing inside of her and Ginger (always there, always worried). ] Let's blow this joint like we planned.

[likemyedge]

I'm saying: what the fuck's the point? This is who I am now. There's no going back. [ and maybe it isn't so bad. ] Why sweat it?

[lycanthropes]

[ This is the part she really doesn't want to admit to: ] I don't know if I can. My mun... She's pulling the strings and it's not like I can just cut them.

[likemyedge]

Is that what we're going with now? [ an eyebrow raise. ] You want me to cut them for you? Say the word.

[outbysixteen]

Why sweat it? Listen to yourself, Ging. This isn't you talking. It's the infection. [But really she's been through this before. She knows Ging won't just listen to her.]

Wherever you're going it's not like I can just let you go by yourself. You're not right. Can't you see that? Your vision of right and wrong is seriously fucked. You need someone to keep you grounded or things are just gonna get out of hand again.

[likemyedge]

What about you, can you hear what you're saying? I'm talking. This is my mouth and my words and all the sounds coming out of it are mine. There's not a difference anymore, B, no matter how much you want there to be.

I don't need you to hold my hand or wrap a fucking noose around my neck and call it a leash. You want to be my friend? That's what I like to hear. Tag along but don't act like you're going to be my one last tie to humanity. This is the boring shit we've been trying to get away from our whole damned lives.

[outbysixteen]

I want to be your sister. [She almost sounds pleading.] You're more than my best friend, we're blood. I can't sit here and let you kill everyone we know. [Even if they deserved it.]

When I wanted to get out I didn't think this would our only way. I thought we'd go roadtrip around or live in some dark mansion on the edge of nowhere. Not living as wild dogs.