fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Saturday Afternoon

Isabelle had been training pretty hard for the last week, and today was no exception. She was likely to pretend there wasn't a specific reason beyond boredom and being the only Shadowhunter the island had left, but... Yeah, it had to do with Flick's situation. And Isabelle wasn't the greatest strategist in her family, so she was focusing on her brute strength and her other physical skills. And that meant hours upon hours in the gym and the salle.

She'd already been here for a while today. There were some chakram on her belt, but for now, she was focusing on working with her whip. It was as much for her mental balance as it was to keep her skills in top shape. The whip was like a part of her body, a natural extension of her arm. There was something soothing about seeing it lash through the air and end up exactly where she wanted it to. There were a lot of things she couldn't control, but her thin electrum whip was not one of them.

Poor dummies. You were about to be missing limbs.

[ooc: Open post, for all your Isabelle and/or salle needs! And for reference, this is what the whip looks like.]