Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Ino had to admit that country was not normally her music type, no. But the song that she kept finding herself singing was fun at least, and it amused her enough that Ino really didn’t see a need to try and stop.

She just kept the singing down sort of low as she sprawled out on her bed and read.

( My daddy always was... )

Ino snickered, humming it, and turned to the next page of her book. Kicking she could definitely do. Totally amusing, geez.

[Open for visitors, cabinmates, phone calls what have you.]

Ino had had class today—and she was pretty sure it'd be interesting if only because, yet again, her world had managed to be different from the norm in societal expectations again—and then she'd wandered into town for a while and met Derek, who was a) super attractive and b) going to make her shelving which was two points in his favour.

Now she was cross-legged on her bed, her alcove curtain half open, having handwavily called Derek back about the dimensions for her shelf, nibbling on a licorice stick and reading.

[Ooopen, of course!]

Cal the hyena was Not Happy with her.

Ino supposed she couldn’t really blame him, but whatever. “You were totally given fair warning,” she informed him, tying a pale green ribbon around his neck. “And, seriously, you’re getting off lightly. It would’ve been much more fun had you been a kitten or something.”

That got a bit of a huff. Clearly he thought it was quite bad enough.

She hugged him, because she could when he was in this form. "At least this one isn’t pink? I’ve got more pink ones, you know." Ino had a lot of ribbons, and bows, and poor, poor Cal had been her latest victim of them for a few hours now. Hours. He didn’t seem to think that this current ribbon was much of an improvement either.

He, obviously, was very sick of all of this. But Ino had his leash, and now she had quite a lot of photos that he’d definitely rather she didn’t have. Too bad for him. Ino liked her photos of him all ribboned and bowed.

"Smile," she told him as she raised her camera again.

Cal did his best to roll his eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and took the picture. They’d be here a good while yet if she had anything to say about it.

[Open as you will, cabinmates, visitors, what have you. Cal-the-hyena is totally modded with permission. ETA: Worf is totally last in the chronology please! Everyone else is before him.]

She slipped into the cabin just after dawn, having stayed out--again--all night. She was moving stiffly, her fault for spending the night not moving after Temari had left her even when it rained intermittently on her and her bruises making their low opinion of this move known. Ino hadn’t bothered to heal any of the bruises. They served her right.

At least she’d had the presence of mind to have a shower before coming back? Ino wiggled into the softest set of pyjamas as quietly as she could, and curled up, sitting up, in her bed, back to the wall and blanket pulled over her head.

Yesterday had been stupid. She’d been stupid. What was the point in trying to think if you lost it the first time all that thinking was really challenged?

What was wrong with her? Even with Temari being so much stronger than her she should’ve done better. Instead, it had been a total fiasco.

Ino fought the urge to cry, trying not to sniffle, and that had to be the exhaustion talking. She wasn’t going to cry. That wasn’t useful.

What was she supposed to do? Where had she started messing up? Being stupid. It had to stop, and she didn’t know why it had started.

[Open, yes!]

Ino hadn't actually made it to sleep after talking to Cimorene last night, but rather, had spent most of the night out training. So, when she slipped into her alcove, it was already morning. Ino eyed her bed.

She could sleep. Probably should even.

Then she eyed the stack of books Kabuto had left behind.

Or she could read. It wasn't like she had classes today, right? No harm, no foul.

She changed into her pajamas--might as well be comfortable, right?--and curled up on her bed with one of the books. She was going to need to know this stuff if he came back. Yelling at him wouldn't be nearly so satisfying unless she knew what she was yelling about.

[Expecting one, but totally totally open to any of Caelum's residents!]