Yamanaka Ino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intraspective) wrote2008-04-21 05:46 pm
intraspective) wrote2008-04-21 05:46 pm
Room 504, Monday Evening
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.]
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.]