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fandomhighdorms2009-06-14 02:02 pm
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The Salle, Sunday Afternoon
You know, most people would head into the salle for weapons practice and just . . . go at it.
Not Gabrielle.
Sure, she'd come down, retrieved her staff, and gone to find a practice dummy, but . . .
"Oh, you want some of this, do you? Huh? Huh? Yeah? Let's see how well you --" Whack! Whackity-thud-whack! "-- like that! Huh! You're not so tough after all, are you? Hey, stop standing there like a dummy! Look alive, before I give you a taste of -- ha!"
Dork.
[OOC: Open, natch!]
Not Gabrielle.
Sure, she'd come down, retrieved her staff, and gone to find a practice dummy, but . . .
"Oh, you want some of this, do you? Huh? Huh? Yeah? Let's see how well you --" Whack! Whackity-thud-whack! "-- like that! Huh! You're not so tough after all, are you? Hey, stop standing there like a dummy! Look alive, before I give you a taste of -- ha!"
Dork.
[OOC: Open, natch!]