WHO: Izzy & Gideon WHEN: Sunday, February 21st Late Afternoon WHERE: The Grounds WHAT: Coping Mechanisms (Or, a moment in which Izzy goes and shoots at trees in frustration) RATING: Nada STATUS: Closed/Complete
Beyond drinking there were only two ways in which Isolde knew how to deal with anything even somewhat resembling the idea of emotions, at least that didn't involve a passport; both of them might have been considered a little violent, neither were necessary appropriate reactions. The first of those options, usually some form of direct confrontation in which she did a lot of shoving and even a bit more yelling didn't seem like an option at the moment - she was fairly sure that anything she said would just, annoyingly and frustratingly, be met with some form of the sentence fragment 'not an answer'. So it was on to option two; a moment in which she would get a little lost on the property and shoot arrows at things, even if it was a bit frustrating that she had to avoid shooting at moving targets - a fair precaution with so many shifters around - it was still a better option in her mind than sitting around and stewing for the rest of the day. No, thinking wouldn't help more. Clearly not. Shooting it was.
She may not have had much chance to use them at Roanoke - police style work doesn't really go well with her favourite type of weaponry - but there was no way her bow would have been left at her parents to rot in a closet, forgotten. Not a chance. This seemed like a more than appropriate time to break it out of her things and get a little practice in. Though, the rare glimpse at calm shooting brought her was the goal far more than any practice she may have been getting - she didn't particularly need it any way. She hadn't wandered too far, but finding herself in the middle of one of the more woodsy areas on the property had its benefits. A little bit off of a make-shift path through the trees she pulled her bow up, notching an arrow into place - gloved right hand pulling back on the string as she steadied her breathing. She heard a twig snap behind her, but didn't let it pull her out of her stance - she let out a breath as she let the arrow go, hitting the center of a tree about 40 feet in front of her. A little higher than she'd have liked, it was going to be a pain to get it down, but no matter. "Its usually not recommended to sneak up on someone with a weapon in their hands." She said, not bothering to turn to see who was behind her as she readied another arrow.