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fandomhighdorms2015-02-13 02:14 pm
seeks_truth) wrote in fandomhighdorms2015-02-13 02:14 pm
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The Salle, Friday Afternoon
Cassandra had woken up with strange urges.
Not unfamiliar, but strange in their intensity.
She had lasted what portion of the day she could not spend elsewhere by thinking very hard about doing something else. Not something that involved the urges or anything related to them, mind you. Something far more cathartic and useful. Something she was, now that she had the time, at last capable of doing.
Within minutes of her arrival, the head of one dummy had gone soaring, slamming back against the wall. Cassandra gritted her teeth and lashed out again, this time leaving a long gauge in the dummy's arms. And then again. The third time, she kicked the dummy so hard it fell over, and she shoved her long blade straight into its chest.
She pulled it free with an angry hiss and turned towards the next dummy.
... the school could fund their replacement, surely?
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Not unfamiliar, but strange in their intensity.
She had lasted what portion of the day she could not spend elsewhere by thinking very hard about doing something else. Not something that involved the urges or anything related to them, mind you. Something far more cathartic and useful. Something she was, now that she had the time, at last capable of doing.
Within minutes of her arrival, the head of one dummy had gone soaring, slamming back against the wall. Cassandra gritted her teeth and lashed out again, this time leaving a long gauge in the dummy's arms. And then again. The third time, she kicked the dummy so hard it fell over, and she shoved her long blade straight into its chest.
She pulled it free with an angry hiss and turned towards the next dummy.
... the school could fund their replacement, surely?
[[ open! ]]