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fandomhighdorms2014-02-10 01:00 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-02-10 01:00 pm
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The Salle, Monday Morning
Isabelle could roll with the punches the island threw at her. Losing two whole days to some kind of a magical coma because the island thought that would be funny, though? Not something she enjoyed. At all. There was something about that that just made her skin crawl. It didn't sit well with her, even if she couldn't exactly pinpoint why.
But she knew how to cure herself of her discomfort.
Coming down to the salle with some chakram and hurling them at training dummies with deadly precision was the perfect remedy for all ailments to do with self-control. She could focus on her body and her target, the movement of her wrist right before letting go of another metal circle, sending it flying through the air until it sank into the surface of a dummy.
She felt better already.
[ooc: Open for all your salle/Izzy needs!Slight SP from me for a few hours here, but then I'll probably be around allll damn day. Annnd I'm back home for good.]
But she knew how to cure herself of her discomfort.
Coming down to the salle with some chakram and hurling them at training dummies with deadly precision was the perfect remedy for all ailments to do with self-control. She could focus on her body and her target, the movement of her wrist right before letting go of another metal circle, sending it flying through the air until it sank into the surface of a dummy.
She felt better already.
[ooc: Open for all your salle/Izzy needs!