Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

Really, with the light going, it wasn’t the best idea to be up in the air and drawing, but that was better than living in the same cabin with the most thoughtless person ever because Ino knew herself, and knew good and well that if it came to fight?

She wouldn’t be pulling her punches. And she wanted to fight. Necks broke easier than she’d thought, what else could break so easy? So, rather than deal with that piece of crap, that’d no doubt be even worse once Dinah’s idiotic friends, if she hit her, got pissed on Dinah’s behalf—aw, someone needed protectors from the big bad widdle ninja, oh noes someone dared raise their voice to them, oh my God it’s the end of the world—Ino had prudently taken herself away from temptation to go out and start that fight.

See? Ino was exercising restraint. She just would stay the hell out of her cabin until they went back to the dorms. As if she was sleeping under the same roof. Then everyone could be happy! Except, of course, for her, because rage simmered under her thoughts. Distantly, she realized she wasn’t being entirely fair, but Ino told fair to take a hike and shove off.

So. She was here until the sun was gone, and then she’d... think of something. After all, what was two nights? Ino could easily find places to crash, now that the weather was nice. The air was cool, at least, and that was comforting. So was the progress she was making on her maps.

[Establishy unless you can a) fly and b) would brave the pissed off ninja. IC is not OOC, totally for broadcast and all of that good cheer, la!]

Ino had a mouse. She’d deliberately gone out and found the most adorable and pathetic looking mouse she could find.

And then she’d named it Andrew.

Now she was back in her room, and there was a hungry foul-tempered snake eyeing her from the confines of his terrarium. This could only end in pain for poor little Andrew.

Excellent.

"Who is the bestest snake around?" Ino cooed as she dumped Andrew into the terrarium, his little mouse body quivering in fear and squeaking as Kusanagi’s tongue flicked out and he turned his head to stare beadily at the present she’d given him.

She wouldn’t kill the real Andrew, because Liir didn’t want her to.

But that didn’t mean she was going to be pleasant about it. "I’ll get you another Andrew," Ino said to Kusanagi, "when that one’s been fully digested."

Then she laughed; though it wasn’t funny at all.

[Open if you want, but her mood is severely out-of-whack. Fair warning.]