attempt number twelve ♓ (action) (backdated to last night)
[ Late Thursday night, before anyone's been taken, Claire shows up in the lobby, bleeding all over the floor from knife wounds in her general torso area. They're pretty deep, and there are marks from where the rope was binding her in her arms and her legs.
She lifts her tank top up to the middle of her ribcage in order to get a look at her stomach as the wounds knit together -- slower than they normally would, ty magic Egyptian blade, fuck you Isis, but they're still healing up pretty fast. ]
Ugh, gross. [ She pokes at them a little as they heal, grimacing, then jerks her shirt back down and sits up some. Isis, you bitchhhhhh. Have a cheerleader chilling in the lobby, sitting in an awkwardly large pool of her own blood that's going to be really fun to explain.
Oops. ]
[ooc; If you don't have prior, pretty solid CR with Claire, try to resist having them catch a glimpse of her healing. Those who're getting picked up as sacrifices won't have been taken yet at the time this post takes place. Sorry I made it super late. :( /failure.]
She lifts her tank top up to the middle of her ribcage in order to get a look at her stomach as the wounds knit together -- slower than they normally would, ty magic Egyptian blade, fuck you Isis, but they're still healing up pretty fast. ]
Ugh, gross. [ She pokes at them a little as they heal, grimacing, then jerks her shirt back down and sits up some. Isis, you bitchhhhhh. Have a cheerleader chilling in the lobby, sitting in an awkwardly large pool of her own blood that's going to be really fun to explain.
Oops. ]
[ooc; If you don't have prior, pretty solid CR with Claire, try to resist having them catch a glimpse of her healing. Those who're getting picked up as sacrifices won't have been taken yet at the time this post takes place. Sorry I made it super late. :( /failure.]