Room 504, Monday Evening

[intraspective]

By the time Ino got back to her room she had a headache from forcing herself to keep her temper. She opened the door, with slightly more force than was necessary, stepped inside then shut it. Oh-so-gently.

Then, almost calmly, she picked up one of her potted plants and flung it with all the force she could muster at the wall over her bed. The pot smashed satisfyingly but it wasn’t enough, not near enough, to make her feel better.

Another pot. Another crash against her wall.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. He. Crash.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. They. Crash.

Eventually she’d have to stop, either from running out of pots, or from spending her rage. Eventually she’d have to clean this mess up so she could sleep.

Eventually.

CRASH!

[Door is shut, post is very very open. ETA: Romeo showed up last, please. Everyone else is before him.]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

After the last crash, there was a very rapid series of knocks.

[intraspective]

Ino levelled the door a scorching glare.

"What?" Accompanied by another crash. Another plant gone. Another really big mess to clean up.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He didn't wait.

He opened the door and held up an arm, just in case.

He looked like he was going to ask her what the trouble was, but then he saw the plants.

And the broken pots.

And Ino.

"Sweet Ozma," he said quietly. Whatever oddness that had affected his speech had fled.

[intraspective]

Ino's gaze was flinty as she glanced at him, then back at her plants. Which one was next...?

"What do you want?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I came," he said slowly, "to apologize for missing our time together this Sunday as I was a kitten."

He looked around.

"Now, however, it's come to my attention that something far greater is awry."

[intraspective]

She snorted. "Wouldn't have matter if you were human or not. I wasn't here."

Annnd there went another plant. Crash!

Poor plant.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shrugged.

"Good to know," he said, his eye on the recently fallen plant.

"Is there any reason you're acting like a startled monkey?"

[intraspective]

"Would you rather I hurt people?" Ino asked 'sweetly'. "Because that's the other option."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I know you care about your plants," he said. "That they make you happy.

"And that all depends on the people."

He wasn't afraid of her, not in any way or any capacity. Not because he didn't think she'd act, against and possibly all over him.

He just didn't care.

Every day was a matter of living or dying. Whatever happened, happened.

[withoutverona]

After he got home from Pixie Dust, Romeo flopped on his bed and groaned at the crashes. He didn't care what kind of wild sex Ino was having -- and he sort of hoped to never think that sentence again -- but she could at least go have it in a hotel.

He tossed a shoe, hard, at the wall between the dorm rooms, hoping Ino would get the message.

[intraspective]

Ino's response?

Was to fling a rather large plant at the wall.

Her message clearly being 'Piss. Off.'.

[withoutverona]

That actually made the wall over Romeo's bed shake, which was new.

"Some people worked today," he shouted. Probably unwisely.

[intraspective]

Like she cared.

He got another plant flung at the wall connecting them. Just because. It was as good a direction as any.

[withoutverona]

There was a pause, and then the thud of the heaviest book Romeo could find (a leatherbound dictionary) being flung back at the wall.

If he ignored his rapidly building headache, the damage to the paint and the fact his Verona poster was about to fall down from the stress, this was kind of fun.

[intraspective]

Oh yeah. Fun.

Another plant. Another crash. Another wish that Romeo would just get the hint and leave her alone.

[withoutverona]

Yeah, "taking a hint" was not anything Romeo had ever been especially good at. He tossed his other shoe.

And then, hesitantly because it felt odd to shout this at a wall, added, "Ino? Are you well?"

[intraspective]

"Fucking fantastic," Ino snarled at the wall. With another plant. Of course.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Okay, this was just... this was sucking that's what this was.

In her jammies, Annette stepped down the hall to Ino's room and pounded on her door.

"Ino! The hell's going on in there?"

[intraspective]

"What do you want?"

Ino yelled back, flinging another plant.

Wasn't it obvious?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Uh." Yeah, that wasn't very nice.

Annette opened her door, uninvited, and took in the scene.

"Sweet Mother Mary," she exclaimed. "Are you possessed?"

[intraspective]

'Nice' was about the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

Annette's comment got a dark look. "I'm in full possession of my wits, thanks."

The plant she flung at the wall would probably beg to differ.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She folded her arms across her chest. "Yeah? That seems highly doubtful, Ino."

If Annette was smart, she'd know to turn tail and hop on back to her own room.

[intraspective]

"So sorry," Ino drawled insultingly, smashing another plant.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette sighed deeply. "Those poor plants. They are living you know. What is wrong with you? Where have you been? PMS kicking your ass?"

[intraspective]

"And they'll survive being re-potted," Ino retorted. "I've been busy." Getting her ass kicked. "And PMS has nothing to do with this."

Definitely not.