Room 504, Monday Evening

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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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'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.

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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.

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

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

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"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.

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"Well, just so you know, you are bothering an entire hallway, Ino, and it is not appreciated at all. Try throwing flip-flops or something."

Pause.

"Busy as in how?"

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Flip-flops wouldn't be nearly so satisfying though.

"Oh, you know, mutants and lasers and battles and Cable-san being a moron."

And there went another plant.

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That raised both brows.

"Probably a story for another time, uh?"

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No, really? You think?

"Sorry," Ino said flatly, as she flung another plant. "But I'm going to be making noise for a good while yet."

That was her way of saying 'yes'.

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"Ino," Annette said a little more firmly. "I don't think that is wise."

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That got a faintly furrowed brow.

"Why not?" Ino asked finally. "It was either this or hurt people."

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"...or you could go outside and dunk your head in the lake," she suggested oh so helpfully.

"Seriously. You know your ass would be all over mine was I pulling a stunt like this." That, or she would help, who knew for sure about temper-tantrums.

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It really depended on why the temper-tantrum was being thrown in the first place.

"Dunking my head--" she flung another plant "--would not be nearly as satisfying."

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"Fine. Someone could toss you in the lake!"

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"They could try."

It probably wouldn't work though.

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"Chad could do it." Annette declared with a firm nod. Not that he would, she was just trying to put a dent in Ino's frustration and calm her down some.

Not that anything seemed to be working. Dammit.

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"Chad could try," Ino retorted, viciously smashing a plant. "He's too passive."

Not much was likely to work right now, really.

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Yes, Annette had to totally agree there.

"I'm sorry someone did this to you," she finally said, her voice having gone quiet.

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"Sorry doesn't change things," she said furiously. "Sorry doesn't change the fact that how little some people think of me was made crystal fucking clear."

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Oh. Okay. Yeah... Annette was beginning to understand just how furious Ino really was.

"I guess there is nothing I can do save shooting someone for you?"

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"That'd help, if I could watch," she said, being truthful. "I'd like to shoot people."

Over and over and over again.

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Unfortunately, it just couldn't happen.

"If you need me tomorrow... even if it's just to help you clean up, please come get me. I don't have any classes."

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Ino's hand clenched around a plant and she flung it. "I wouldn't be good company."

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Sighing, Annette stepped out the door, holding to the knob. "Think maybe you should just get drunk and pass out." Then she left, closing the door as she went.

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Ino didn't bother to dignify that with an answer other than another violently smashed plant.

Whatever.