intraspective: (listen to meeee)
Having a free Monday hadn’t been too bad—since Zack was, in ShinRa’s eyes supposed to be back on Fandom that day, they’d had a chance to spend the time all to themselves without him having to hare off on missions and her having to stay behind.

Tuesday, however, she could not say the same about. When an attempt to get through to Portalocity had netted them the same drivel as yesterday (We are sorry for the inconvenience, but portal service from Midgar is temporarily unavailable due to routine maintenance.) Ino had sighed, more than a bit put out by missing not only work but class, as well, and had fired off a quick text to Reno.

Sry 2 miss class. Portals r down, zoto

Then she’d begun contemplating how to spend the rest of her day, with Zack.

Unfortunately, ShinRa had decided… )
intraspective: (crossed arms)
Ino shifted from foot to foot, a bit impatiently, but who could blame her? Their portal was late and they'd been early to meet it so there was no chance of them having, like, just missed it and oh that was a little perturbing.

She toyed with her hair, the movement making her earrings jingle merrily as if in counter-point to her mild annoyance, and waited for Zack, who was on the phone with Portalocity, to tell her what was going on.

We are sorry for the inconvenience, but portal service from Midgar is temporarily unavailable due to routine maintenance. )

[Preplayed with the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair. NFB, NFI and all that jazz!]
intraspective: (smile politely)
Truly, she had the best boyfriend in the world.

One who’d taken a long considering glance at the fact that she’d been in a truly hideous mood since Tuesday and added to it what was going on around the island and had decided that, really, they didn’t have to stay on the island…

Which would be why Ino was currently balancing, on one foot, while reading a newsletter about the music scene, on the edge of the fountain in the middle of Sector Eight. Whatever was—in the air—in Fandom wasn’t entirely gone, being here, but it definitely was better.

And when Zack got back from getting them hot chocolates that’d be even better.

But seriously, already she felt less like kicking people where it would really desperately hurt them.

[For the modded with permission one, la!]
intraspective: ([*boar] plotting your doom)
Zack was a dead man.

… Maybe.

When she got back to herself anyway. (Maybe.)

How dare he leave her trapped in their room? Ino was Most Displeased. As such, that clearly meant that he didn’t really need to know where she was since he wasn’t returning the favour at all. Hmph.

He’d never think to look where she’d wriggled into! Ino felt sure of that! Why would he? He already had a pair of boots on his feet! He didn't need his spare boots!

She felt quite pleased with herself: her current hiding place was clever, safe, and not obvious. As long as he didn’t notice the fact that every now and then the boot tended to… shift.

[For the boy first, but open after.]
intraspective: ([FH whacky] Calamity)
... In case the parade of animalified characters didn't give away the fact that something was up:

I'm moving!

Yay!

(Also oh god kill me now before the stress does, but. Shhh.)

As I'm going to be pretty much toootally without internet until Tuesday evening (assuming MTS is excellent and does their job correctly and I get on that evening which isn't 100% certain…) and, as this is my first chance since I joined the game to do this, I am seizing my chance to animalify all my kids for all of most of two days. And Genesis. Mustn't forget him.

Modding rights go to the roomies--Zack, Warren, Scully. Genesis is one pissed off cat stalking around The Boards and his apartment. Arrangements have been made for rehearsal to go up if I'm not back on Wednesday but I'm hoping I am.

Wheeeeee moving!
intraspective: ([*boar] ... I'm going to sleep)
Ino—hadn't really done a whole lot for Halloween, honestly. She'd nabbed candy from Turtle & Canary and hadn't bothered with a costume or even going out.

Which was all truly unusual and weird for her, unless you took in the fact that she had been studying and when Ino actually wanted to learn something, that something took precedence over everything ever.

Even trick-or-treating.

And yet, Fandom, in it's infinite wisdom decided, even if she wasn't going to dress up… that she should get to have the fun of being something else for a bit.

Which would be why there was an Ino. Bent over a book, earphones in, and taking notes.

And then Ino wasn't there any more.

A baby boar, a cranky baby boar, had taken her place and was trying, futilely, to get out of the tangled shirt that had fallen on it.

When she got out of the shirt, someone was going to pay. Really.

Even if she had to bite them.

Dammit.

[Establishy, la.]
intraspective: (leaning stare)
Getting back from visiting her dad was—nice. Mostly because Ino was dead tired and being back on Fandom meant that her dad couldn't train her at the moment.

Not that the training had been a bad thing, she thought, unlocking their door (Zack wasn't back yet? That was weird; he'd said he'd only be gone a day or two) and making it far enough inside to flop facedown on the bed.

Okay. So she probably had to, like, sit up and go find food and change into her jammies and everything and would totally do so.

Just… give her, like, fifteen minutes. Of laying here. Maybe more.

Training had even been kinda awesome with what he'd been covering. But at the moment? Mmmmmmm rest.

[Oooopen, sure!]
intraspective: (secrets)
Most people were probably spending their evenings packing, Ino knew that.

She was… working on struggling to fill in the blanks of her persona's story and wondering if she was ever going to get anything solidified enough that it all made sense and didn't sound like something that was, well, a lie.

Even if it was.

Ino was curled up on the bed she shared with Zack and had her notebooks, a different set than usual, spread out around her as she tapped away on the internet looking for something to help her out.

This development thing was complicated.

And yet, she was humming happily to herself as she worked. It was--nice--to be doing something productive.

[Ooopen door and post, la!]
intraspective: (totally innocent)
It was—not funny, not really, how things were back to normal and yet not back to normal and even though she had fun on the missions she still felt…

Weird.

Was that unfair of her? Maybe it was. It wasn't fair at all to expect him to break confidentiality to her.

And it wasn't fair, either, to think she'd be able to help without all the information, right?

That sounded right, to her. But who knew?

Ino kicked her feet, making the movement look harmlessly adorable even while she wished she could lash out, and sipped at her milkshake. Of course, Zack showing her around missions had only lasted so long. They'd wanted to—talk to him, or something: she didn't really know. He'd looked apologetic, she'd acted dumb, and off he'd went.

Hmm. She didn't really want this milkshake any more. This wasn't exactly going great, so far as weekends went.

[NFB, NFI except for the one she doesn't know about. (And the boy. Always the boy.)]
intraspective: (yeah whatever)
Ino had managed to get back to their room with only minimal having to look pathetic and frazzled and adorably dim. Once there, she'd cleaned the blood off her arm and inspected it. Fine, of course, but Potions still weren't her first thing to want to trust when it came to healing.

But no, there was no need to give away anything like that right now.

She glanced at the clock and bit her lip. Reno had said Zack would be okay, but she could be forgiven for--being a worried girlfriend, couldn't she?

And an angry one. That he'd been keeping something like that from her after all their talks about trying to be more honest with each other. Which was unfair of her, perhaps, but really...

Still, as midnight ticked by and still no sign of Zack, even Ino couldn't keep from being tired. Their normal schedule had them up early but that also meant to bed fairly early and she was determined to stay up. She was just going to read until he came back and sleep in.

For all her efforts, though, by half-past one, Ino had passed out on the bed, still in her pink dress, though sans the heels. Sleep wasn't something she'd been able to deny. Not after being angry for hours on end. Worried for hours on end.

Anger tired her out. Worry did moreso.

And it was about quarter after two that Zack finally made his way into his room, cracking the door open quietly and dragging his way in. )

[NFB, NFI and preplayed with the awesome [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair!]
intraspective: (grin in mostly b&w)
To say that Ino had been well pleased with her week was understating things more than a little, which meant that today (other than the brief period wherein 'today' had meant 'afternoon'' and she'd wound up talking to Squall), clearly, was a day meant for a) having chocolate and b) sprawling out on her bed in a tank top and shorts and playing with her new phone.

While her weetiny plush ninja rested beside her and, okay, she might've had her new Materia keeping her company on the bed as well. Shush. Don't judge her.

While she nibbled on chocolate and poked around the settings for her phone. The wallpaper, at least, was totally staying.

[Open door, open post!]
intraspective: (listening seriously by candlight)
There had been a party! And it had been an awesome party but parties had to end eventually, really, and so it was way late at night that Ino found herself, with the birthday boy himself, outside of their room.

Keeping a promise and dealing with a sudden attack of nerves.

"Hey," she said softly, while getting the door open. "Have fun tonight?"

He had, she knew it. But it was still somehow important for her to hear it just then.

Before she gave him one more gift. One that he wouldn't expect.

[For the birthday boy.]
intraspective: (mischief managed!)
From: yamanakai@fandomhigh.edu
Cc: karla@fandomhigh.edu
To: [Fandom Students (except Zack)]
Re: Surprise Birthday Party!

On the 13th of September (that's tomorrow guys, sorry for the short notice?), it's Zack's seventeenth birthday. In honour of that, a surprise party is being held, at the beach starting early in the evening.

I'm totally organizing it, with Karla's utterly awesome help, and if you've got questions—well, I'm probably going to be able to answer them? Or something! If you do want to ask something, just make sure Zack ain't around, okay?

As this is totally a surprise party (which is why I'm giving you so little warning, look Zack's puppy eyes are lethal, you'd all cave super fast before them), do not tell Zack or I will be very very very angry with you, and you totally don't want that. Hope to see you there! It'd make Zack super happy!

-- Ino

[NFB as it's just an email. People can totally respond if they want to to bitch her out for her lack of heads up, but I'm going to bed v. v. shortly so it'd be on a SP basis.]
intraspective: (you're on snub!)
She’d started the day off in a good mood, really. Honest and true! The fact that only Zack could testify that was true though meant things had... well...

After her second period class however, that wasn’t anywhere near true and Ino had the music in the flower shop cranked up almost aggressively high as she wrote in one of her notebooks.

Fine. Fine. Next time she wouldn’t even tell him and then see how he’d like it. It was tempting, but she couldn’t do that. Ino loathed that fact. One misstep and she’d fuck it all up.

But right now, right now? It was a pleasing thing to contemplate.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

[Also, I am an idiot who just realized I posted it to Ino's journal now. Some twelve hours after it went up. Sigh.]
intraspective: (Make up!)
After saying goodbye to Hannibal, Ino had wandered back to her room and, upon finding Zack out, had smiled slightly, determinedly, and went about making her own preparations. It was not really necessary to change her clothing into something she'd have worn out on the streets of Midgar—pink, frilly, short (because short she could fight in, and pink and frilly could be worked around and the entire thing made her look ridiculously harmless)—and brush her hair out so that it was a bit fluffier than normal. A tiny bit of make-up to make her eyes look larger and her lips poutier (and her head emptier).

None of that was necessary, no. And yet, in order to get properly into the role it was.

Ino closed her door, but didn't lock it. If Zack came back he'd be concerned by a locked door. Taking a seat at her desk and crossing her legs, Ino took a moment to center herself in order to properly play the role she wanted to here.

(Reno was going to be angry, she thought, then shoved it from her mind.)

Then, she picked up her phone and dialled a number that she wasn't, absolutely wasn't, supposed to have.

Another deep breath and she let an insipid smile cross her face as she waited for the phone to be picked up a world away.

[Primarily for the one on the other end of the line, though open if you want. Door closed.

ETA: That Ino is calling someone is FB, the topics and identity of who she's calling is NFB, please!]
intraspective: (listen to meeee)
Ino was busy.

If you could call having cranked the music up with her door wide open and cross-legged on her bed reading busy.

(Ino was also inconsiderate of her neighbours and their sleeping in habits, yes.)

And reading was busy even if it was simply the same information she was pouring over in an attempt to glean new details from (so far: not working) and giving her something to look at while she struggled to come up with something to say to the e-mail she'd gotten on Tuesday. She needed to answer it, but it made her feel like crying, so she wasn't. Happy thoughts only. At least for the moment.

One thing, she thought with a sigh. All she wanted was one thing that was simple.

... she could go get a hot chocolate. That was about as simple as it got. Hmmm.

[Oooopen door and post.]
intraspective: (world revolves around us)
The nice thing about playing with a puppy for most of the day was that, once she’d gotten back to their room, Zack had conked out fast and hard in a pile of limbs and fuzzy ears on the edge of their bed. Which meant that, until he woke up, she had the freedom to think and do what she wanted to.

Which, tonight, was a matter of finishing her e-mails. It was the matter of seconds to actually send them after proofing them one more time, and then Ino just leaned back against the headboard and frowned thoughtfully, absently toying with her hair.

It was weird, now, to not have something to write as a goal. ‘Sending out the e-mails’ had been a good way to have something to focus on that made her feel like she wasn’t going to suffocate under her worries.

Nothing to stop that now.

[Ooopen door, open post, yes!]
intraspective: (feeling down)
If you asked Ino the steps that had been involved in getting her from the lobby to her room and being clean for the first time in days… Ino wouldn't have been able to answer you.

At the moment she was more consumed with toying with the edge the over-sized shirt she normally slept in (it was soft and clean and the room was clean and smelled like flowers and Zack was there and and and) and leaning against Zack.

She knew she should… say something. Or do something. Her hair desperately needed to be brushed out.

But she was just going to take a bit before thinking that far ahead was plausible and, at the moment, just be.

That was okay, wasn't it?

[For that boy.]
intraspective: (dorktastic)
Two days of fretting and freaking out internally and feeling like things were going to fall down on her head meant that, when Thursday dawned utterly gorgeous (and neither of them having noticed anything odd about the island), she set about planning. She needed a distraction.

Zack's participation in this idea was secured with some kisses and, honestly, just asking him if he wanted to hang out on a date with her. Ino was straightforward like that, when it suited her to be.

So: picnic. In the preserve! She had food and drinks and even a dorky blanket (it had glossy stars on it!) for them to lounge out on.

Ino also had a Frisbee. The obvious difficulty of using a Frisbee in the preserve hadn't yet occurred to her, as she?

She was busy holding Zack's free hand (he carried the basket, even though as it had been her idea, and Ino still felt like she ought to be the one doing the carrying—but he'd won that discussion before they'd ever left their room) and smiling.

And asking questions. Very important, earth-shaking questions:

"What do you want for your birthday?"

[For the one she's smiling for!]

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