Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

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!]

Two classes meant that it she was actually fairly thinky when she got back to her room. Mostly about Philosophy more than about Etiquette but, really, that was to be expected even if Algren-sensei had made her a TA of her etiquette class. Besides classes (and a text to Reno that was totally all about unimportant stuff, but seriously, it was a text--what more could he expect, and having sent it mostly to prove she was still alive) Ino left her door open as she flopped down on her bed.

And her lists. And another notebook that held her observations from her vacation with Zack. And the play (which was interesting, if a bit confusing, but Ino suspected the confusion came from the fact that she didn’t normally read plays than anything else) she'd been reading at the clinic. With Leda’s present playing softly, she settled in to amuse herself by playing with information and humming along with whatever was playing at the moment.

It was peaceful, even. Ino supposed that was okay.

[Open door and post!]

Ino was, normally, a fairly social girl who was good with talking to nearly anyone (until they pissed her off, or she decided they were a) lame and b) boring) but normally didn’t include the last few weeks which was why she wasn’t being social.

The door was very slightly cracked, out of concession to obtaining a breeze as her window was wind open. Ino was sitting cross-legged on the floor and replanting seedlings with a great deal more concentration than the seedlings really warranted. Her music was turned way way up in an attempt to pretend that her hallway wasn’t steadily getting emptier.

In short, she was brooding. It only looked productive. (And loud.)

[Open post, very slightly open door.]

Ino ached, and her chakra was too low to even think of healing any of the bruises and scrapes that she’d picked up, so after her shower and changing into the most comfy sleeveless set of jammies she owned (which gave her ample time to study the bruises on her arms oh well), Ino flopped back on her bed and just sort of stared up at the ceiling while contemplating taking a painkiller before mostly deciding it was so totally not worth it.

She could, like, just get some sleep and then deal with the bruises tomorrow. A glance at her calendar made her sigh since she’d manage to miss club, but whatever, hopefully she hadn’t been picked and Ino highly doubted that Tyler-sensei would’ve made her fight while exhausted.

Oh well. She’d apologize next week, if it was terribly important by then. A yawn and Ino considering her open door. Really, she ought to shut it.

…maybe in a few minutes. Really. She’d get up in a few minutes. Her bed was awfully comfy after all; she couldn’t be blamed for not wanting to get up.

[Establishy, but also open if you want.]

Ino got out of class, and it was one she was really going to have to reread her notes for and hope the handouts made sense because paying attention had kinda... failed her there, grabbed a quick sandwich from the common room (because, really, sandwiches were just about the easiest thing ever to make and she was hungry) and wandered back to her room with it in tow.

And the mirror. And the fact that, if she was going to make sure she was ready for things, then she ought to maybe make sure she had everything all set out. For the moment though, she was just sitting on her floor and staring at the mirror while she ate her sandwich.

[Open door, open post!]

Ino... had heard radio. Thanks a lot, radio.

Ino was now contemplating hiding in her room for the rest of the day just in case Temari-san had heard, and took offense, to what had been said.

It didn’t look much like she was hiding, since she had the door open and was ostensibly just doing a thorough check up on all of her many plants. She was honest enough with herself though to know that she was hiding. If Temari-san had really wanted to have words with her then a closed door was hardly going to stop her.

Just... staying out of Temari-san’s way sounded like a real good idea right about now. So that's what Ino was doing.

[Open door, open post.]