Hanna lifted her head as the wave of nauseousness had passed. She kept her hand pressed against her abdomen, still feeling slightly sick, but determined not to let it show. With her free hand she reached up and ran a hand through her golden locks, brushing her hair away from her face. She silently retreated from the room, heading back to where she kept her things, a small stash next to her mattress. Hanna pulled on her jacket slowly, taking care with her movements because of her rolling stomach. She knew that she probably should ask someone to go on the run with her, but she didn't want to seem weak, nor did she want the others to confine her to the sickroom. Deciding that some fresh air would do her good, set wove her way out of the building, watching out for the jutting pipes and holes in the floor.
She had to pause several times, pressing a hand to her stomach, doubling over, trying not to lose her breakfast. Once the wave passed she moved on again, and finally made her way out into the chilly air. Shivering softly she ran her hands up and down her arms, cold despite her jacket. Hanna hardly had expected the weather to be this unkind. But her stomach was still bothering her, so she steeled her resolve, and set off in search of some medicine to help her stomach.
Hanna picked her way through the rubble, until she reached the No-Man's land, and could move more freely. At first, the cool air gave her chills, but after a bit her body acclimated to the change, and the chilling air actually began to make her feel a bit better, as she had predicted. But time wore on, and she had yet to find anything that might be of use in ridding whatever it was that was bothering her stomach. She sighed softly after coming up empty handed after a particularly hopeful raid. Whoever had been here last had obviously picked everything clean. She took a seat on a large stone slab, what probably used to be a part of a sidewalk or a part of the building and put her head in her hands. The anger was growing inside of her, and she almost wished that an Evermore runner would come along just so she could scream at someone. She growled softly to herself, and closed her eyes.
[Short post is short. Sorry guys.]
[And, I would give you a recap, but I have posted in a while either, so I am not exactly sure what is going on with everyone.]
She had to pause several times, pressing a hand to her stomach, doubling over, trying not to lose her breakfast. Once the wave passed she moved on again, and finally made her way out into the chilly air. Shivering softly she ran her hands up and down her arms, cold despite her jacket. Hanna hardly had expected the weather to be this unkind. But her stomach was still bothering her, so she steeled her resolve, and set off in search of some medicine to help her stomach.
Hanna picked her way through the rubble, until she reached the No-Man's land, and could move more freely. At first, the cool air gave her chills, but after a bit her body acclimated to the change, and the chilling air actually began to make her feel a bit better, as she had predicted. But time wore on, and she had yet to find anything that might be of use in ridding whatever it was that was bothering her stomach. She sighed softly after coming up empty handed after a particularly hopeful raid. Whoever had been here last had obviously picked everything clean. She took a seat on a large stone slab, what probably used to be a part of a sidewalk or a part of the building and put her head in her hands. The anger was growing inside of her, and she almost wished that an Evermore runner would come along just so she could scream at someone. She growled softly to herself, and closed her eyes.
[Short post is short. Sorry guys.]
[And, I would give you a recap, but I have posted in a while either, so I am not exactly sure what is going on with everyone.]