intraspective: (unsure)
It was stupid, right?

That she was standing outside the door to her room, their room, and fidgeting and hadn’t yet found the bravery to go in. Stupid stupid stupid. It was her room, Zack was in there, and he was the one person who she was never uneasy about being in his presence.

And yet. She was still standing outside the door, shifting from foot-to-foot in a suit she’d slipped off-island that morning to pick up. A new identity, a new direction to head in after school was over. It brought peace of mind to her, right now, even though she knew the future would be hard. There was a card in her pocket, a new piece of I.D., with a name she’d chosen on Tuesday.

It was—this was—something huge. But just to her.

And to him.

Ino took a deep breath, spent an extra moment making extra sure she was still neat and tidy in her new suit, her new shoes, her new self because Ino knew that the suit was only the outward marking of a Turk and that this job would claim her for its own, and then pushed open the door, stepped inside, and shut it. All silently, all in seconds.

“Zack?” she said, after a breathless moment of something not unlike fear, while he did squats, his back to the door. He hadn’t noticed her.

Not until she’d spoken.

[For the puppy, zomg, and NFB, plz!]
intraspective: (mourning)
Her conversation with Reno had… gone.

That was a good word for it, she thought, flopping down on her bed. Gone. This time, rather than solely focus on what was wrong, though, she reached for her phone and one of her notebooks.

In order to change things, she had to do something.

So that ‘one day’ that they’d promised each other had a chance of actually happening. Ino worked, writing out everything she remembered from Gaia, using the pictures and videos she’d taken to jog her memory.

If change was to happen, they’d have to do it themselves. It didn’t change the way grief pounded on her, the way that devastation lurked under a veneer of productivity, but that was alright. She’d relearn how to function. Was doing so right now.

Each word written was another arrow to knock a timeline off whack. Defy fate. And refuse to allow history to repeat itself.

[Oooopen door and post!]
intraspective: (stare)
Being back in Fandom was a peculiar… sort of disconnect.

Ino was curled up on hers and Zack’s pushed together beds and pretending to read. Which was rather futile because she knew it was pretence and so it would have been more productive to actually do something…

But she didn’t really feel like it. There were a lot of things she had to think on, but those thoughts felt almost like she was clinging to broken glass in her hands, and that hurt.

Like a toothache, however, she couldn’t quite stop poking at them. Even when doing so only hurt things more.

And, turn the page. Keeping up appearances, even just to herself, was important.

She was supposed to be reading. Would claim to be reading.

But her gaze wasn't on the book.

[Open door and post!]
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: ([*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: (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: (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: (listening seriously by candlight)
It had been a day of being out-of-sorts (more like most of the week, really) and Ino wasn't sure why and that had left her in a bit of a mood where all she really wanted was to… do exactly what she was doing.

Which was sitting on the floor in the middle of her room and carefully taking care of her plants—trimming what needed to be trimmed, watering what needed to be watered—while talking softly to them.

They were, perhaps, some of her dearest confidants. They could never betray her secrets, however silly some of them were. They could not judge her.

Right then, when her mood was sliding between peevish and… blah, it was enough for her to do this. Hair loose, piled on the floor behind her and blue eyes soft as she inspected some of the Sun's Glory she had growing.

After their talk on the beach, Zack had contented himself to just... hang around. )

[NFI in that establishy sort of way, and preplayed with the fantabulous [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair and marvellous [livejournal.com profile] firstclasshonor/[livejournal.com profile] the_merriest.]
intraspective: (pretty armband)
It had been the sort of day where all she'd wanted to do was hide away and not talk to any one (Zack was the sole exception to that) and Ino was feeling quietly pleased with the fact that her day had gone exactly as planned.

She wasn't exactly in a good mood, no, but it had settled into something vaguely… calm. Calm was a good word. She would go with that.

Now, after showering and changing into her jammies even though Ino didn't think she'd be going to sleep any time soon, she curled up on her bed with a book and devoted herself to reading it just to pass the time.

That was all right, wasn't it? She thought so.

[For one and SP, la.]
intraspective: (civilian)
After talking to Hurley, Ino was glad to wander back to the room she shared with Zack—that was still weird to her, that she couldn’t say it was just her room anymore—and collapse on her bed.

Yay. A week gone by and she hadn’t—been weird and issuey at people other than... well, Bod had gotten a bit, but he hadn’t seemed to care and Ino just... wasn’t going to push that. All right, fine, and so on. She was fine.

Repression was probably bad, yes. Ino closed her eyes briefly, then sat up and stared at the open door. She should shut it. But that seemed like far too much work and instead she fumbled for one of her notebooks. A pen.

If she was thinking, she didn’t have to think.

It made sense to her.

[Open door, open post.]
intraspective: (civilian)
Things are afoot in Konoha! )

In which Room 504 gets a wake up call... )

And back in Konoha, this time with Ino there... )

[Preplayed with the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair, who was himself, and with the awesomtastic [livejournal.com profile] need_no_moon who spared me having to play a million ninja by myself. Tweaked and stolen from manga canon, lalala. Ino and Zack's bit is FB everything else is NFB due to distance.]
intraspective: (Make up!)
Clearly they'd had to use the fact that there was a dance that evening to wander back to the dorms, right?

In some ways it wasn't as poor an excuse as it sounded, really, considering that both of their outfits were at to the dorms, hanging in her closet (they really would have to do a bit of rearranging, in that case, if he wanted his own closet—two years of her room being just hers meant that, well, her stuff had taken over).

Never mind the fact that it was also an excuse to just hang around each other. Ino peered at the mirror as she applied her minimal makeup for the evening.

"How're you coming along?"

Yes, she could've turned around and seen, but really asking was likely to be more entertaining.

[For that boy!]
intraspective: (kidding right?)
Ordinarily, the whole process of waking up and getting ready for the day was a very peaceful one. They had their whole routine down: who took a shower first (Zack did, because Ino took longer), who made the bed (Ino did, while Zack was in the shower), who grabbed the tea (mostly for Ino, but Zack was the one that got it while she was in the shower), and so on until, as was another part of their usual routine, they tracked down the podcast of last night's radio and turned it on.

Ino, in shorts and a tank top (pink), was sitting with her feet dangling off the edge of her bed, brushing her hair, and a cup of tea sitting just to the side on the floor. Zack, still without a shirt at this time of the day, was doing a few squats to stretch out after sleeping.

(It was an absurdly domestic scene.)

Ordinarily the radio was cause for amusement, or they didn't pay much attention to it because they were busy talking through it about various silly or not-so-silly things. Today, though, was one of the days where they actually managed to listen to it.

… And it didn't take a genius to tell, when it was over, that Ino's mood had gone from 'peaceful and cheerful in a sleepy way' to '...sigh'.

She kept up with brushing her hair, though. That much stayed the same.

[For Zack, yo.]

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