Isabel
Half-Vampire
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Post by Isabel on Nov 24, 2006 3:37:00 GMT
Continued from: Isabel's Apartment
She was pleased to find the place fairly deserted. Isabel wasn't exactly anti-social, but...well, all right, maybe just a little. She just liked to have her space while she practiced.
The half-vampire made a bee-line for the back corner of the gym and the large punching bag that hung there. Taking a small mp3 player from her pocket, she scrolled through her options; a wide grin flashed across her face when she found what she was looking for.
Muse...perfect. She clipped the device to the back of her sweats and cracked her knuckles idly, smirking to herself. H'okay. And to think, I could be out partying...
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Dec 5, 2006 21:27:21 GMT
Isabel watched the bag swing furiously, but it slowly lost its momentum. She panted and wiped a taped hand across her forehead to clear the sweat that gathered there. There was an energizing burn that coursed through her body, encouraging her to keep going. She did have all night, after all.
With a smile to herself, the half-vampire stalked over to a bare corner of the gym and slipped off her shoes. There were ballet bars set against one of the mirrored walls and Isabel took advantage of that, setting her right foot upon the bar and letting her torso bend forward with fluid ease. She stretched out slowly, taking her sweet time, and finally came away from the bar. Taking out her mp3 player again, she switched the music to something with more flow, a classical piece, and the accompanying choereography came back to her easily.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Dec 17, 2006 1:16:26 GMT
Isabel groaned when she stretched out, feeling a few vertabrae in her back pop not-so-gently. Having spent nearly two hours running through old choreography, the half-vampire was seriously considering a hot bath and no less than twelve hours of sleep.
Sleep is good, she thought to herself. With a yawn, she collected her things and headed for the stairs. Bath, ice cream, and sleep...
Continued in: Isabel's Apartment
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Isabel
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Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Mar 9, 2007 20:57:33 GMT
Continued from: Isabel's Apartment
Once again, the gym was blissfully deserted. Then again, it was still fairly early in the day, and most people didn't like strenuous activity first thing in the morning. Which was just fine for Isabel.
She set herself in a corner of the expansive room, an area that was all hardwood flooring and good for her type of dance. From her pocket, she dug out some strips of gauze and a small roll of athletic tape and went about meticulously wrapping her toes and the balls of her feet before she slipped into her pointe shoes; if she did damage her feet in anyway, she'd heal -- and fast -- but still, no use in causing herself more stress.
In one fluid and graceful moment, the half-vampire stood and a brief bounce pushed her up to balance on the hard toes of the pale pink satin shoes. "Ow," Izzy muttered when she felt something twinge uncomfortably but a little pain didn't stop her. Her shoes tapped gently against the wood floor, creating a light, easy rhythm as she danced.
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Isabel
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Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Mar 24, 2007 23:10:52 GMT
With one leg pulled up, foot clean over her head, she let her muscles stretch and slowly drain themselves of tension. The half-vampire let her mind wander over the allegro she had just run through, recalling portions that needed work, spots she needed to review, and so forth. Old habits died hard, and Dresden had really pounded those lessons into her head. Not literally of course. He'd been a slave driver, sometimes, but she'd needed it.
Stop, Isabel scolded herself when she felt sorrow pulling at her heart. Past is past; don't dwell on it. Dresden's dead.
She continued her cool down routine on autopilot until she felt sufficiently loose. Peeling out of her pointe shoes was a bit of a task, what with the old blisters that had been rubbed open on the balls of her feet; the bled slowly and hurt like a bitch. Isabel winced and hobbled herself towards the elevator.
Continued in: The Hallways
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