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Yamanaka Ino ([personal profile] intraspective) wrote2010-09-26 06:49 pm
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Room 504, Sunday Evening

To say that Ino had been well pleased with her week was understating things more than a little, which meant that today (other than the brief period wherein 'today' had meant 'afternoon'' and she'd wound up talking to Squall), clearly, was a day meant for a) having chocolate and b) sprawling out on her bed in a tank top and shorts and playing with her new phone.

While her weetiny plush ninja rested beside her and, okay, she might've had her new Materia keeping her company on the bed as well. Shush. Don't judge her.

While she nibbled on chocolate and poked around the settings for her phone. The wallpaper, at least, was totally staying.

[Open door, open post!]

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"She knows about... some of it?" Hurley said, definitely sounding like he'd been called on the carpet.

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, she was here after Grandpa Tito's funeral," Hurley said. "So, she knew some of the bad stuff that happened."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't realize it was the numbers until today," Hurley said. "I'd just thought it was bad luck, but now... It's gotta be a curse."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"My accountant," Hurley said. "He asked me where I'd gotten the numbers from, today. And it just sort of clicked in my head. I gotta go ask Leonard, maybe he knows something. There's something about the numbers, there's gotta be."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll tell you, I promise," Hurley said. "I'll call when I get the--my mom's coming home, I gotta go. I'll call you later, okay?"