Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

There were only a few places that Ino wanted to be, one of where she was supposed to be—Fight Club—and none where she could get away from stupid things like her boyfriend leaving so he could fight a war on his world and the awful fact that he wasn't coming back.

He wasn't. Coming. Back.

And, again, she'd been left behind. She curled up under one of the stupid trees Dor had put in her garden, and stared moodily over her green domain. (No, Ino didn't care that it was technically the school's domain.)

Ugh.

[Establishy, though open if your character would be in the gardens during the evening/call her for some reason, I suppose.]

Ino was up bright and early going over the medical scroll Kabuto had given her last week one more time. Well, more than once to be honest. She was going to try and heal Annette's bruised face, and she really, really didn't want to make a mistake.

Both because then she'd feel worse for Annette and if she failed Kabuto would ask in that irritating, condescending voice tone of voice he used sometimes if she was just wasting his time. Ino rolled the scroll up carefully and set her shoulders.

Deep breath. She could do this. She would do this.

[Establishy!]