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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[intraspective]

"They could try."

It probably wouldn't work though.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"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.

[intraspective]

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

Not much was likely to work right now, really.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Yes, Annette had to totally agree there.

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

[intraspective]

"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."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

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?"

[intraspective]

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

Over and over and over again.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

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."

[intraspective]

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

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

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.

[intraspective]

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

Whatever.