Practice makes perfect [So very open]
Characters: Juliet and you~*~*~*
Time: Afternoon
Location: One of the rec rooms
Content: A couple months after being kidnapped, Juliet's practicing that skill she never knew she had.
Format: Action or Narrative, either way is fine with me~
Warnings: None yet, but this can be updated accordingly.
The best way to get your mind off of Valentine's day, which was approaching much quicker than she wanted it to, was to distract yourself. Juliet had learned this when it came to all sorts of things. The easiest way to not miss Justin was to distract herself from it. When she was brainwashed, she remembered being able to manipulate excess energy into weapons... Weapons that she unfortunately used on her friends... but now she had the chance to practice and use it differently.
She had a few potted plants in the room with her, all of them wilting and looking like they were about to die. A few knick knacks were scattered around her, all of them looking brittle and like they could break at the faintest touch.
She stood in front of the mirror, her blonde hair pulled back in a braid and wearing the clothing she usually reserved for yoga class. Slowly, very weakly, a sword made of energy flickered in her hand.
Time: Afternoon
Location: One of the rec rooms
Content: A couple months after being kidnapped, Juliet's practicing that skill she never knew she had.
Format: Action or Narrative, either way is fine with me~
Warnings: None yet, but this can be updated accordingly.
The best way to get your mind off of Valentine's day, which was approaching much quicker than she wanted it to, was to distract yourself. Juliet had learned this when it came to all sorts of things. The easiest way to not miss Justin was to distract herself from it. When she was brainwashed, she remembered being able to manipulate excess energy into weapons... Weapons that she unfortunately used on her friends... but now she had the chance to practice and use it differently.
She had a few potted plants in the room with her, all of them wilting and looking like they were about to die. A few knick knacks were scattered around her, all of them looking brittle and like they could break at the faintest touch.
She stood in front of the mirror, her blonde hair pulled back in a braid and wearing the clothing she usually reserved for yoga class. Slowly, very weakly, a sword made of energy flickered in her hand.