The Salle, Monday After Classes

[wrongkindofsith]

So the island's sick sense of humour had been and gone, and Cara was back to normal. And in enough of a mood about it the she didn't even wonder or care why the squirrels hadn't shown up to drag her to the radio station to when she hadn't gone of her own accord

Naturally she was dealing with this in her usual, completely healthy way. By hitting things until either they weren't there to be hit any more or she was physically incapable of striking another blow.

Sure she was not only hitting an inanimate object, but one expressly made for the purpose of being hit, and had been for longer than she was keeping track of, agiels firmly in hand, but she also had a lot of stamina, so she was probably going to be there a while longer. If she was there long enough, she'd be able to reach a point where she couldn't think through the pain and exhaustion.

[OOC: open as salles are, though on SP for a few while I head into uni.]