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seveninches) wrote2016-06-05 10:54 pm
seveninches) wrote2016-06-05 10:54 pm
Entry tags:
[gym - tris]
After Fight Club, Isabelle made a loose rule not to fight any mundanes anymore, but that doesn't mean she can't train with them. Or in the vicinity of them, anyway. Normally most of her training is done with Alec, but today Isabelle is at the gym, watching the mundanes move around curiously. Her hair is up and off her face and she has her wrists strapped, half concentrating on the boxing bag in front of her.
Her mind is elsewhere, on the job she's hoping to get and the boy she's maybe kind of dating, and for a moment she feels hopelessly mundane. Darrow changes people, that much she's learned, and apparently it's starting to change her, too. When she and Alec had first arrived they'd talked of nothing but getting out, getting home, but then things have started to shift. Now, she's setting down roots and forming attachments to things and people that she doesn't want to leave, and it's odd. Not necessarily in a bad way, but a way that's very different to the way Isabelle has lived her life prior.
Idly, she throws a punch at the bag. She's only half paying attention and it's not the best she can do, but she knows it's still better than most of the mundanes here could manage, so she doesn't feel self conscious. If Alec were here he'd tell her she was doing an abysmal job of training and that she should be focussed, but he's not, so she doesn't care.
Her mind is elsewhere, on the job she's hoping to get and the boy she's maybe kind of dating, and for a moment she feels hopelessly mundane. Darrow changes people, that much she's learned, and apparently it's starting to change her, too. When she and Alec had first arrived they'd talked of nothing but getting out, getting home, but then things have started to shift. Now, she's setting down roots and forming attachments to things and people that she doesn't want to leave, and it's odd. Not necessarily in a bad way, but a way that's very different to the way Isabelle has lived her life prior.
Idly, she throws a punch at the bag. She's only half paying attention and it's not the best she can do, but she knows it's still better than most of the mundanes here could manage, so she doesn't feel self conscious. If Alec were here he'd tell her she was doing an abysmal job of training and that she should be focussed, but he's not, so she doesn't care.