Open Rp for the Lostaways
((So I'm back from Turkey, but my internet connections playing up, so I won't be on as much as I'd like!))
Claire collapsed onto a chair; the past week had been exhausting, but it had been essential. Her hands were dirty and she was sure her face was too. There was a strong stench of ammonia and sweat which she only just became aware of. She quickly rummaged through her bag to find perfume that would cover up the smell - for a while anyway. Her stomach churned and she only just became aware of the fact that she was no longer pregnant. She brought her knees up to her chest and began crying. Why hadn't it worked properly? How on earth would she explain that one? She tried to silence her tears; the last thing she needed now was to draw attention to herself. She gagged slightly, only bringing up a foul tasting bile. She couldn't be sick: she couldn't afford to lose any of it. She had to regain her strength, then she'd look for the book.