intraspective: (don't need this)
Ino was… totally not hiding. Seriously not.

Curled up in bed, with hot chocolate and a book about this world’s methods of handling plants, and pretending that Annette’s room just barely down the hall wasn’t empty didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all. She wasn’t hiding. Really.

Even if it looked like she was hiding, she wasn’t. Curling up in her blankets was totally a good thing to do after work. Especially when two of her best friends had totally left this morning. Especially when work had kinda sorta sucked. Except for Lana. Lana had been a good reprieve from the suckiness. But whatever.

So Ino was... in her room. Not hiding. Really.

[Door is shut, post is open!]
intraspective: (royally pissed)
By the time Ino got back to her room she had a headache from forcing herself to keep her temper. She opened the door, with slightly more force than was necessary, stepped inside then shut it. Oh-so-gently.

Then, almost calmly, she picked up one of her potted plants and flung it with all the force she could muster at the wall over her bed. The pot smashed satisfyingly but it wasn’t enough, not near enough, to make her feel better.

Another pot. Another crash against her wall.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. He. Crash.

How. Crash. Dare. Crash. They. Crash.

Eventually she’d have to stop, either from running out of pots, or from spending her rage. Eventually she’d have to clean this mess up so she could sleep.

Eventually.

CRASH!

[Door is shut, post is very very open. ETA: Romeo showed up last, please. Everyone else is before him.]
intraspective: (Back turned)
Can we call the fashion police yet? )

[Not for interaction, not for broadcast due to distance, OOC is love, and preplayed with the ever awesome [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc and [livejournal.com profile] konoha_flash, and [livejournal.com profile] spring_lost who totally cameo'd the New X-Men.]
intraspective: (don't need this)
Ino, like usual, showed up hours early for her shift, flipping the sign to Open and going to fuss with her plants. She was midway through watering them when she heard Tether barking from upstairs. That was usual enough.

It was only... )

Another kiss to Tether’s head, a quick ruffling of the ears, and she darted down the stairs, through the shop, barely remembering to flip the sign to Closed and turn off all the lights, in her haste.

Wellspring Arms is Closed.

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