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fandomhighdorms2016-02-17 10:55 am
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The Salle, Wednesday Morning
Lucille had slept badly for the last few nights, torn between her body's needs and her emotional state. Frustrated, she went to the salle in the morning before class, because stabbing dummies, even with practice blades, was the best thing she could come up with. To be honest, she had thought of other options, but her intellect favoured this one.
Perhaps Jalian had been right to suggest that dresses wasn't the best choice of clothing for this kind of activity, as the skirts did hinder her movement, but the stabbing did offer some relief. Sadly, as Lucille would discover, it was only temporary.
[Open salle]
Perhaps Jalian had been right to suggest that dresses wasn't the best choice of clothing for this kind of activity, as the skirts did hinder her movement, but the stabbing did offer some relief. Sadly, as Lucille would discover, it was only temporary.
[Open salle]

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"Are you sure?"
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"I'm sorry," she said softly. She fell back on formality, her hands coming together in front of her as she offered a bow. "It was rude of me."
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"I accept you apology," Lucille replied with a nod.
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"And I'm sorry for yelling at you."
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With another nod, she said: "I am pleased to hear that."
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starelook at Lucille again was growing."Um." Ringo sounded awkward. "I, er, I guess I'll find somewhere else to exercise?"
Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.
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Sorry, Ringo.
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"Um. Right."
"See you later?"
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"Yes." The dummy got stabbed again."