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[b][color=#872657]Location:[/color][/b] Skate rink [color=b3446c]→[/color] Hermon Dog Park
[b][color=872657]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Herself, Duke (her baby), Julie's Pomi, and Domi [sub][@HushedWhispers][/sub] 
[b][color=#872657]Time[/color][color=#872657]:[/color][/b] Her time. 

[b][url=http://darkroom.baltimoresun.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/ph-ce-F-figure-skater.jpg][color=#872657]Figure skating practice wear[/color][/url] | [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d2/b8/2c/d2b82cee929bd2103476248d579dda1e.jpg][color=#872657]Doggie Day Outfit[/color][/url] | [url=http://imgur.com/d42Uz9V][color=#872657]Izzy's Duke[/color][/url] | [url=http://animalsbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Pomeranian-6.jpg][color=#872657]Julie's Lady[/color][/url][/b][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Ice skating is like dancing on ice. The first thing you are taught is to fall over and get back up. [i]Always get back up.[/i] Isabel, wearing her exercise wear, skated in blissful solitude. She glided on the frozen surface in a dimly lit arena that her coach gave her access to for early morning practice. Waiting by a bench were her Siberian dog, laying down with his eyes closed, and her sister's Pomeranian, cuddling up against her big dog companion. Here she could be herself without worrying about troublesome and insufferable men or just people in general. This was her life. Her passion. And really, what made her day worth waking up to. 

Free skating. No routine. No plan. Just her enjoying herself and getting lost in a world of her own. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4cjdTz1EqI]Music[/url] blasted throughout the entire arena as she swiftly coasted around, running her hands up her body, and her Spanish hips rocking side to side. This turned into a [url=https://youtu.be/lJhAJHHbWJ8?t=9s]triple toe loop[/url], where she did a three point turn, creating momentum, toeing in on her left toe pick, and bolting into a rotating jump. When she landed, her left leg was out in the air and she sailed in a circle backwards until turning herself forward. 

She didn't get much sleep. Not after what had transpired last night, from Ty stealing her sister away to that FUCKING ASSHOLE (Wolfe), who walked into her. Why did the tall, dark haired, men that didn't know when to shut up and knew they were hot have to be such jerks?! She needed to skate. It was her way of cooling down and entering her day stress free. Without skating, she would explode. The rink was her haven. Her happy place. No one could take that from her. Prior to skating, she had already did her stretches, which is vital when you are doing this much activity. Ain't nobody got time to break a back or any other parts... she had a competition to prepare for.  

After an inside 3-turn, Isabel brought herself into a spin. Laying back, as her hips pushed forward, her head went as far back as it could. Her leg maintained an attitude position that went into a side spin for three revolutions. Bringing her free leg to her head, she turned her motions into a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDqyipDB-nc]Biellmann Spin[/url]. This was always how her mornings started just her, the ice, and more often than not, her dog (and Julie's). The young Latina didn't have many worries. Her biggest worry, or more trouble than anything, was her sister getting herself into a situation that wouldn't be easy to deal with. It was just the twins versus the world. That's how things always were, ever since they were young. After the divorce, her mother only sent gifts and expected their father to send them to her during every other vacation. That fell through and her mother got caught up in bad romances and now hardly checks up on the twins. Oh, but she still sends gifts. That means she loves them, right? 

Don't get her started with her father... great, they have a giant estate to themselves. Just her, her sister, their two dogs, and their staff. He primarily stays in Washington which isn't that far from LA, but consider each of their responsibilities, and the fact that he travels around the USA to attend conferences and be a 'special guest' at schools. Why does he expect his children to show affection when he doesn't take the time to do it himself? And then he acts all offended when a staff member updates him, rather than his daughters, who are trying to keep themselves busy so they aren't like 'hey when are you coming home'. It's too bad Julie doesn't realize how much their parents suck at being parents. The twins are fucking high school students. They shouldn't HAVE to push their duties aside just to show that they are still thinking of their sperm donor. That was so middle school. 

[i]That's okay[/i]. Izzy has supported her sister through her ups and downs. Not mother. Not father. She's taken care of her own future, making sure when she is of age she'll get far away from their parents, ideally taking Julie with her. If they were to ever lose their parents' fortune, she'd be okay. If there was one thing Izzy knew she could do, it was stand on her own two feet - without the assistance of her 'parents'. Scrub a toilet? Sure. Help build a house after a hurricane. You bet your ass she can do that too. There was no point in being entitled when her achievements didn't belong to her until she could escape. 

The only problem was: Juliana. 

Juliana needed the security blanket of "daddy's money" or even getting what she needed (and wanted) from her 'Tiger'. If Izzy chose to do her own thing, Julie's heart would break... like when their parents went through the divorce. Isabel knows her sister has to fall. The only way you can learn is if you fall and get up again. [i]Always get back up again[/i].  But it's... hard, when you can see the consequences unfold before your eyes and not be able to do anything about it because this isn't your fall to take. If this was the life she had to tolerate, she'd make the best of it and work her ass off to be something great. Not for anyone but herself. 

Ice skating was her life. 
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[indent]There was no point in looking amazing. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. Isabel just wanted to play with her dog. And she would do just that. Lady lazily rested on the grass watching Duke bounce around. Prior to unleashing the dogs, Izzy had sent out a text to Juliana telling her to get her ass to the park and spend time with her Lady. She had also received a text from Dominique and promptly replied (too much time was being wasted on her phone when she had a cute husky waiting for her!):  

[center][quote][b]To: [color=26afff]Saunders, Dominique[/color]
[color=#872657]Just a dog day. At the park if you'd like to join.[/color]
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[sub](Domi should already know the dog park Isabel is at)[/sub]
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"[color=#872657]Imma get you![/color]" Izzy playfully said (in that dog voice manner) while she ran toward her husky, who immediately dodged his master and spun around her excitably. Young, vibrant, and full of life. He ran near her and she swiftly brushed her hand on his coat. He then started darting to the right and she sped next to him, surprisingly keeping speed with the energetic dog. That's until he ran around all the other dogs in the park (adorably stumbling a couple of times), causing Izzy to simply watch her dog (catching her breath) until he returned to her side. 

Kneeling down, the brunette smiled and grabbed his face, roughly petting the his sides, "[color=#872657]Who's my Duke?![/color]" Today was a relatively warm day and there was light sweat trailing down her head.     
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