The implication of the night left Claire feeling dirty too, but she didn't trust her own accommodations yet, so she wiped herself down with a damp towel and tied her hair back in favor of an actual bath or shower.
Black chipping nail polish was still left over from the last time she had some real time with her sister. Each flake that fell away felt like another piece of her old life that she wouldn't get back. Hunting was never the best case scenario, but it was a world she belonged to know, and normal was a word that could never apply to her again. More so now., because life just loves layering the bullshit on thick.
She made it over to Sam's place after she had some time to deliberate, and get her wits about her. She had washed her makeup off during the process of her slum bath, and old bruising from hunting still remained, faded blue against the porcelain white pallor of her skin.
Knocking seemed kind of stupid, and an unnecessary call to attention so Claire helps herself inside with a trusted bobby pin and takes a full sweep of his digs. They've all been worse places.
"Hey, doofus!" The door was closed with the heel of her boot a long time ago, the lock flipped firmly back into place. She goes the extra mile to keep things under wraps by pulling the drapes and dimming the light. Better to look like he's headed to bed, instead of conspiring with a fellow captive. "I'm here."
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Black chipping nail polish was still left over from the last time she had some real time with her sister. Each flake that fell away felt like another piece of her old life that she wouldn't get back. Hunting was never the best case scenario, but it was a world she belonged to know, and normal was a word that could never apply to her again. More so now., because life just loves layering the bullshit on thick.
She made it over to Sam's place after she had some time to deliberate, and get her wits about her. She had washed her makeup off during the process of her slum bath, and old bruising from hunting still remained, faded blue against the porcelain white pallor of her skin.
Knocking seemed kind of stupid, and an unnecessary call to attention so Claire helps herself inside with a trusted bobby pin and takes a full sweep of his digs. They've all been worse places.
"Hey, doofus!" The door was closed with the heel of her boot a long time ago, the lock flipped firmly back into place. She goes the extra mile to keep things under wraps by pulling the drapes and dimming the light. Better to look like he's headed to bed, instead of conspiring with a fellow captive. "I'm here."