Silent Whispers

Galavan's Gonna Kill Us

Due to the eventful day before Jerome slept until afternoon. After waking up enough to get out of bed and shower he stood in front of his bathroom mirror and ran gel threw his hair. He lightly touched the purple and pink bruise on his bare abdomen.

"Damn Cherry," he giggled. He was impressed how much pain Isabelle caused to his ribs.

He wondered what kind of secret someone like her could keep. He supposed he didn't technically know what kind of person she was. He knew she was from Russia, desperate to get away from something. Why else would she join the circus? Why else does anyone join the circus?

After he got his hair situated he got dressed in dark jeans, a red shirt, topped with a bright green vest, topped with a black jacket and a colored striped scarf. Winter was getting closer so he decided to layer.

He walked into Isabelle's room without knocking. For that, she gave him a punch in the ribs. She had just barely finished getting dressed as well. She simply wore black ripped jeans, a black shirt under a grey hoodie, under a black leather jacket. She had taken off the white bandages because the cut stopped bleeding and the patch was uncomfortable.

"How's the cheek sunshine?" he asked, all cheeky.

"How are the ribs dipshit?"

"Can't complain," he said simply. "You think it'll scar?" he asked, reaching for the side of her face. She turned away and stood in front of the mirror next to her wardrobe.

"Thought you were going to kill your father today." Isabelle said, trying to decide what to do with her hair.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't still mad at me." Jerome said, now standing behind her.

"I am, yes."

"Oh come on Belle, my ribs hurt more than your face." Jerome whined.

"You're right, I shouldn't complain." she said sarcastically.

"I'm always right." he said and patted her on the head. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got revenge to get so don't miss me too much!" he called over his shoulder as he skipped out of the room.

Isabelle would have murdered him for patting her like a dog if she hadn't frozen in place. Still staring at herself in the mirror, she saw her face grow a light pink. Jerome noticed this right before he left, and smiled at himself out the door. He was getting somewhere.

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Isabelle knew Jerome would come barging in to explain in extreme detail how he killed his old man. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction he got when he pissed her off, so she left her door open. Her conversation with Barbra got her thinking, maybe she should relearn some of her skills. Especially her weapon use. The sledge hammer she used to kill Mary Lloyd was the only weapon she's used since Russia.

Isabelle carved a circle with three rings in the middle to create a target on the wardrobe door. The strapped the knives to her thigh and tossed a knife around to get used to its weight. After she felt comfortable she planted her feet, cocked her arm back, and threw the knife at the target. It didn't stick and she tried again, didn't stick.

After a while of knives bouncing off the closet's wood she groaned at her failure and carelessly threw one in the wardrobe's general direction. She rolled her shoulders back and prepared to keep trying, she had nothing better to do. She set up herself for another throw, but stopped at the sight of the knife she didn't even try with on the bullseye. She smiled to herself and realised she just needed to relax. Isabelle took a deep breath and threw another. She didn't get another bullseye, but it stuck to the wall.