Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
"Skill? Yeah,okay."
Being drug off to the strength test, Persephone watched as
Iko Vel
tested it out. It appeared to get about half-way to herself, maybe a little higher. It was still fairly impressive and she wondered how high she could get the little ball. Maybe it was rigged? Maybe there was a trick? Or perhaps it was just sheer skill.
"Not bad. Lemme try."
Persephone took the mallet and weighed it in her hands. Almost as if she was going through methodically, scientifically. Finally, she raised the mallet and smacked down with all her force onto the little leaver-like paddle to get the ball to ascend. It quickly went up, high, almost reaching the bell for a 'ding'. It was just shy of making it.
"Damn. So close."
Mallet was handed off to the attendant with a grin and a girlish skip back to Iko.
"Did ya see?"
Being drug off to the strength test, Persephone watched as

"Not bad. Lemme try."
Persephone took the mallet and weighed it in her hands. Almost as if she was going through methodically, scientifically. Finally, she raised the mallet and smacked down with all her force onto the little leaver-like paddle to get the ball to ascend. It quickly went up, high, almost reaching the bell for a 'ding'. It was just shy of making it.
"Damn. So close."
Mallet was handed off to the attendant with a grin and a girlish skip back to Iko.
"Did ya see?"