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Room 301, Saturday Morning
Nov. 16th, 2013 04:36 pmIsabelle rolled out of bed with far too much energy. Far too much. You weren't supposed to have that much bounce this early on a Saturday morning, and yet.
"I'm going to train!"
Oh yeah, loud announcements were a thing too. Sorry if you were still in bed trying to sleep, Raleigh. She wasn't even going to train, not the way teenaged Isabelle would have. No, her current version was more about getting a wooden sword and playing with it. But first she was going to have to find one, and that meant bouncing over to the closet. With much enthusiasm. Which did not lessen a bit when she saw what was actually in said closet.
"... By the Angel!"
So many dresses.
[ooc: Closed door, open post!]
"I'm going to train!"
Oh yeah, loud announcements were a thing too. Sorry if you were still in bed trying to sleep, Raleigh. She wasn't even going to train, not the way teenaged Isabelle would have. No, her current version was more about getting a wooden sword and playing with it. But first she was going to have to find one, and that meant bouncing over to the closet. With much enthusiasm. Which did not lessen a bit when she saw what was actually in said closet.
"... By the Angel!"
So many dresses.
[ooc: Closed door, open post!]
