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Room 504, Thursday Morning
Sep. 17th, 2009 09:52 amIno staggered into her room, looking exhausted, and struggled out of her over-weighted backpack (the stupid thing nearly weighed as much as she did, geez) and mentally cursed herself for being dumb enough to get a training schedule from Centurion.
He was a very bad man.
Which would be why Ino was just going to collapse on her bed for a minute, just to relish the fact that she didn’t have the stupid backpack from hell on any more (stairs were nasty evil things with it on, okay?). After a few minutes of that, she forced herself off the bed and down to the floor so she could stretch out.
Because, curse it, she had to do it all again later. As if she’d complain to him about it. Geeeeez.
While she stretched out (slowly and carefully), Ino forced her mind off of the evil of Centurion (never mind that she was one of his TAs, he was still a Bad Man even if this had been all her idea to start with) and began planning her approach in talking to Miss Atreides about Jen.
[Oooopen door, open post!]
He was a very bad man.
Which would be why Ino was just going to collapse on her bed for a minute, just to relish the fact that she didn’t have the stupid backpack from hell on any more (stairs were nasty evil things with it on, okay?). After a few minutes of that, she forced herself off the bed and down to the floor so she could stretch out.
Because, curse it, she had to do it all again later. As if she’d complain to him about it. Geeeeez.
While she stretched out (slowly and carefully), Ino forced her mind off of the evil of Centurion (never mind that she was one of his TAs, he was still a Bad Man even if this had been all her idea to start with) and began planning her approach in talking to Miss Atreides about Jen.
[Oooopen door, open post!]
