Room 504, Friday Early Afternoon

There was nothing quite like training all morning, taking a long hot shower, then collapsing onto your bed and flipping through gardening magazines and making notes.

And, you know, not thinking about what she had to do. That worked. Maybe if she just stayed in her room it’d all be okay for another day.

Luck ran in her family. Surely that meant this tactic would work. She'd keep her promise to A.J., but really, did it have to be today?

[Door is shut, post is for a certain alien-boy, but open if you come before him in the timeline.]

A Small Corner of the Roof, Friday Late Night

Ino left Isabel’s room still clinging tight to her emotions, wrapping them around her so they didn’t spill out. She noted the party on the fifth floor but knew better than to even try tonight. She’d just have to apologize to Annette for missing it, later.

She headed up to the roof, wanting fresh air and to be alone, and tucked herself away from the door. Where no one would see her, and let herself cry.

When she was done and felt light-headed, probably looking a mess, Ino wiped her face off and scrubbed at her eyes. She felt all hollowed out.

She stared at the sky for a long time. Just… thinking.

[Mainly establishy, please. Ping me at Killaurey on AIM if you really want to talk to Ino, or think she’d want to talk to you.]