OOC: Infopost

Quick Note: Both Ino and Hinata come from the same point in the canon—which, by this time, is mid-timeskip. They don’t share a timeline with anyone else, despite the others from their canon running around.

And, both of them are only from Naruto manga canon. (Which, really, only matters if you know it.)

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( Yamanaka Ino )

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( Hyuuga Hinata )

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( Viki )

What that means for you is that:

IC-wise: Viki is highly likely to randomly teleport into any building/room/location at some point, purely by accident.

OOC-wise: If you don’t want her to ever teleport to your character’s room/house/what-have-you? Just tell me. And if you do want her to teleport in randomly or for a specific post--tell me that too. I’m really easy-going and seriously don’t want to step on anyone's toes by having Viki wind up where she’s not wanted. Tell me in the comments here, email me, ping me on AIM. I’m good with whatever.

Questions? Comments? Pie?

Konohagakure no Sato, Tuesday Daytime

The next morning came slate grey and dreary, but not wet. The streets were dry as she walked down them, blue eyes watching as the civilians started setting up for the day, opening their shops. It was just past six, and Konoha seemed, to her, to be still cradled in the hush of early morning. Each scuffle of a foot against the stone, each creak of a door, it all felt muffled. Here and again a shinobi darted by on the rooftops.

( In which Ino continues to have a bad time of it. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC is total love.]

Room 504, Tuesday Late Night

When she got back to Fandom that night, Ino made a couple of calls. She did her best to sound happy, but wasn’t sure if she succeeded. Then, setting the phone down, and standing in the middle of her dorm room she just looked at what was there for a long while. Mostly plants, which was alright, she could keep those. Dad would approve. Her notebooks she could keep. The medical books and scrolls she’d gotten in Konoha were placed neatly on her desk.

Her magazines were trashed. She didn’t need them.

Ino yanked open the door to her closet and studied her clothing for nearly twenty minutes, just standing there; before beginning, methodically, to throw out everything that she deemed was impractical. Pretty and practical, she kept. Practical, she kept. Everything useless though, she bagged. She wasn’t going to need any of it. Keeping it around would only be a temptation to backslide and she couldn’t afford that right now.

After that, after purging her room of anything she deemed to have no value to what she was going to have to do, Ino sank down to the floor, leaning with her back against the door to her room and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow would be hard. Ino glanced at her hair, and her lips firmed. It would be hard, but she’d do it anyway.

Because the next step would be harder. Changing the way she thought. Swallowing her pride.

It would’ve been easier just to stay home. But taking the easy way had landed her in this position in the first place.

She’d take the hard way, then.

[That Ino is back is for broadcast, everything else is NFB. Establishy.]