Room 504, Thursday Evening
Jan. 21st, 2010 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveIno had whined at her dad until he'd sent her weapons catalogues, and getting a lengthy lecture on how she wasn't to take up anything that would have her neglect her other studies (ha, as if) and was sprawled out in her favourite jammies flipping idly through the magazines and pausing on a page that detailed some of the types of unbreakable wires they had.
Interesting, she admitted, making a note to go back and maybe get some more wire later, but really, she needed a weapon that was better for close range.
Humming idly along to Ikimono-gakari, she flipped the next page, and kicked her feet idly. It was totally a nice relaxing way to spend an evening. Dorky music and weapons—how better?
[Ooopen door and post, yes.]
Interesting, she admitted, making a note to go back and maybe get some more wire later, but really, she needed a weapon that was better for close range.
Humming idly along to Ikimono-gakari, she flipped the next page, and kicked her feet idly. It was totally a nice relaxing way to spend an evening. Dorky music and weapons—how better?
[Ooopen door and post, yes.]
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Date: 2010-01-23 02:21 am (UTC)Sure, that was some of Ino's personality, but it totally wasn't Triela's usual one.
"In case you haven't noticed? That's not how you normally act. And it's only been since you got boobs and heels and skirts that it happened. Dressin' up ain't mean you act different. It's just clothing. They don't make you--you."
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:19 pm (UTC)