Room 301, Monday Afternoon
Feb. 16th, 2015 04:01 pmAfter a couple of days of actual sleep and food, Isabelle was starting to feel (and look) a little better. She was almost feeling normal. Soon she'd get back to her usual training, and everything would be as it was supposed to.
But she was still feeling the island-induced itch. No matter how many times she got rid of it, it always came back. And so, she was trying to divert that energy into some other things. Today, that thing was cleaning her room. Like, really cleaning it. Not Jace-level cleaning, but close enough to it by her standards. She'd gone through the piles of clothes that usually littered her floor and the chair at her desk, and sorted them and put them where they belonged, whether it was the laundry basket or the closet. She'd thrown out bottles of dried nail polish. She'd even pulled her bed apart, back into two beds, so she could clean the floor underneath it.
Sexual frustration was what it took for her to actually clean her room properly. Who knew?
[ooc: Door/post open!]
But she was still feeling the island-induced itch. No matter how many times she got rid of it, it always came back. And so, she was trying to divert that energy into some other things. Today, that thing was cleaning her room. Like, really cleaning it. Not Jace-level cleaning, but close enough to it by her standards. She'd gone through the piles of clothes that usually littered her floor and the chair at her desk, and sorted them and put them where they belonged, whether it was the laundry basket or the closet. She'd thrown out bottles of dried nail polish. She'd even pulled her bed apart, back into two beds, so she could clean the floor underneath it.
Sexual frustration was what it took for her to actually clean her room properly. Who knew?
[ooc: Door/post open!]