Registration: Juliet & Claire
It was Holy Week. That didn't mean much to people in this town, but for Claire, this was her spiritual Mardi Gras. There were no beads or drunken nipple flashing, but instead so much prayer and an overwhelming feeling of peace. Which given what had been transpiring on the forums was a fatal distraction. The only reason she was out and about was for the town's Easter egg hunt. Friday morning had proven to be quite the problem for Claire, her ritual wounds suddenly opening wide once more, any and all healing that had happened completely negated by the supernatural stigmata that felt the need to return given the day that it was.
She'd managed to get herself appropriately bandaged, but the loss of blood she'd suffered left her weak and susceptible to the strange aura that covered the town. It was why she looked tired and her clothes were messy. Claire could barely manage to concentrate. She'd even forgotten to put on leggings, which was dangerous if she let her legs hit someone's skin accidentally. At least she'd remembered to put on her gloves, covering the gauze that plugged up the holes in her hands. Maybe Carver would be there and could help her somehow. And if Daniel were there and sniffed her out? She'd probably be scolded like a child to go to the doctor.
Claire wandered through the crowd that had gathered in front of the table, her eyes scanning names on tags stuck to various body parts of people. She supposed some people thought it was cute to have their nametag secured to their butt, but practicality was often lacking in Repose. Her own was clipped to the chest pocket of her modified hunter jacket, the coat appearing thicker than it was thanks to the many pockets inside that allowed her to keep weapons and ritual components close at hand.
Juliet. She'd never even met anyone by that name, or anything close, in this town. Her body's weakness was trying her patience, but the overwhelming joy of the impending celebration of the resurrection kept her going. Hopefully this woman would be pleasant enough to keep her mind off the pain of her oozing stigmata. You know, when she found her.