intraspective: (cute smile in b&w)
... Land Shark, Ino decided as she found herself a bottle of water and some chips and flopped down on the couch, was an okay cabin name.

She wasn't quite sure what it was but that was alright. Guessing from the rest of the cabins, Ino was figuring on some sort of monster but—well. Maybe the shark their cabin was named after was magic? Which was why it could go on land? Did it even matter?

Probably not, so long as it didn't attack them because they'd used its name.

It was something to idly consider anyway as she pulled her feet up under her and pulled out one of her notebooks as she made herself comfortable in her home away from the dorms for the next few weeks.

Besides, the living room was way better for checking out how many of her cabinmates would be social. She liked social!

[Open for fellow land sharks and visitors, yo!]
intraspective: (dorktastic)
Ino had to admit that country was not normally her music type, no. But the song that she kept finding herself singing was fun at least, and it amused her enough that Ino really didn’t see a need to try and stop.

She just kept the singing down sort of low as she sprawled out on her bed and read.

My daddy always was... )

Ino snickered, humming it, and turned to the next page of her book. Kicking she could definitely do. Totally amusing, geez.

[Open for visitors, cabinmates, phone calls what have you.]
intraspective: (dorktastic)
Ino was very busy calling a whole lot of people on the phone tonight. Once that was done, she flopped down on her bed and double-checked her list to make sure she'd gotten someone from each cabin.

Valentine and Katina had agreed already, so that was no issue and then her and Elena were obviously judges… hmmm. She tapped her phone against her cheek idly. She'd already made sure she could get the videos, so that wasn't a problem.

Though, next time, Elena could do the phoning.

Mmm, planning. It was enough to take her mind off of Arthur. Slacking. Geez.

[For phone calls or cabin mates only, please.

Warning: The thread between Ino/Reno has the potential to cover dark/disturbing themes, so please keep that in mind if reading. Thanks! ^^]
intraspective: (studying yeah I hear you)
Ino had had class today—and she was pretty sure it'd be interesting if only because, yet again, her world had managed to be different from the norm in societal expectations again—and then she'd wandered into town for a while and met Derek, who was a) super attractive and b) going to make her shelving which was two points in his favour.

Now she was cross-legged on her bed, her alcove curtain half open, having handwavily called Derek back about the dimensions for her shelf, nibbling on a licorice stick and reading.

[Ooopen, of course!]
intraspective: (hateyouso)
Friday afternoon and Ino was sprawled out on her bed with an anatomy text. Talk about boring. This was better than brooding about Cal, or giving into the urge to go and strangle Ichigo though, so whatever. The text, at the moment, was closed and she was testing how well she'd managed to retain what she'd studied.

Ino wondered, really, if she'd ever feel like she knew enough to actually feel confident in her abilities while working at the clinic. What had she been thinking, seriously? She didn't know anything about healing.

Bruises and cuts were only the tiniest tip of the knowledge she needed to know. She sighed, and focused again on her studying.

[For Hinata, then open afterwards.]
intraspective: (joy!)
Cal the hyena was Not Happy with her.

Ino supposed she couldn’t really blame him, but whatever. “You were totally given fair warning,” she informed him, tying a pale green ribbon around his neck. “And, seriously, you’re getting off lightly. It would’ve been much more fun had you been a kitten or something.”

That got a bit of a huff. Clearly he thought it was quite bad enough.

She hugged him, because she could when he was in this form. "At least this one isn’t pink? I’ve got more pink ones, you know." Ino had a lot of ribbons, and bows, and poor, poor Cal had been her latest victim of them for a few hours now. Hours. He didn’t seem to think that this current ribbon was much of an improvement either.

He, obviously, was very sick of all of this. But Ino had his leash, and now she had quite a lot of photos that he’d definitely rather she didn’t have. Too bad for him. Ino liked her photos of him all ribboned and bowed.

"Smile," she told him as she raised her camera again.

Cal did his best to roll his eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and took the picture. They’d be here a good while yet if she had anything to say about it.

[Open as you will, cabinmates, visitors, what have you. Cal-the-hyena is totally modded with permission. ETA: Worf is totally last in the chronology please! Everyone else is before him.]
intraspective: (don't need this)
It was rather late by the time she got back to her alcove and flopped down on her bed. Ino was pretty sure, that right now, she hated just about everyone.

No real reason. Honest.

She totally hadn’t spent the whole day brooding about what Temari had said to her yesterday or anything.

Really. Would she do something like that?

Okay. Maybe. Whatever.

Ino was in a Bad Mood, and not inclined to be talked out of it. Rolling over on her side, she wondered, idly, if this was just…

…more of what Temari had said.

Dammit.

[Establishy primarily, but open if you want, I guess.]
intraspective: (furious tears)
She slipped into the cabin just after dawn, having stayed out--again--all night. She was moving stiffly, her fault for spending the night not moving after Temari had left her even when it rained intermittently on her and her bruises making their low opinion of this move known. Ino hadn’t bothered to heal any of the bruises. They served her right.

At least she’d had the presence of mind to have a shower before coming back? Ino wiggled into the softest set of pyjamas as quietly as she could, and curled up, sitting up, in her bed, back to the wall and blanket pulled over her head.

Yesterday had been stupid. She’d been stupid. What was the point in trying to think if you lost it the first time all that thinking was really challenged?

What was wrong with her? Even with Temari being so much stronger than her she should’ve done better. Instead, it had been a total fiasco.

Ino fought the urge to cry, trying not to sniffle, and that had to be the exhaustion talking. She wasn’t going to cry. That wasn’t useful.

What was she supposed to do? Where had she started messing up? Being stupid. It had to stop, and she didn’t know why it had started.

[Open, yes!]
intraspective: (flower blooming)
Ino was careful to sneak back into her cabin after being gone for so long, but careful is somewhat relative when you're really low on sleep and things were sort of hazy as she tried to focus.

But only sort of. And she wasn't that loud besides. Ino was stubborn enough that, even though her bed looked inviting, she was going to ignore it and find a clean set of clothing to wear. She'd showered already, her hair hanging loose and damp down her shoulders.

Tugging on a clean pair of pants, Ino made a face at the bruises she had. She'd get rid of those once she'd slept, seriously. Geez.

Whatever.

[For one, please!]
intraspective: (relax)
Ino hadn't actually made it to sleep after talking to Cimorene last night, but rather, had spent most of the night out training. So, when she slipped into her alcove, it was already morning. Ino eyed her bed.

She could sleep. Probably should even.

Then she eyed the stack of books Kabuto had left behind.

Or she could read. It wasn't like she had classes today, right? No harm, no foul.

She changed into her pajamas--might as well be comfortable, right?--and curled up on her bed with one of the books. She was going to need to know this stuff if he came back. Yelling at him wouldn't be nearly so satisfying unless she knew what she was yelling about.

[Expecting one, but totally totally open to any of Caelum's residents!]

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