Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

It was probably a teensy bit rude how loud she had her music up—especially as Japanese pop was a bit of an acquired taste—in the morning, but Ino wasn’t really inclined to turn it down. (Unless asked. Or someone called her. Or... something.)

She’d left her door wide open and was sprawled on her stomach on her floor rug, going through her notebooks while absently practicing the mental shield work her father had set her to studying.

One page of notes and her shields were unraveling. Another page and she was pulling them back up. Down again, up again. Until it was like breathing. Ino frowned at her notes, having to stop and take a moment when her shields tangled over each other. Sigh. She smoothed them over and began again.

Okay, eventually it would be like breathing. Right now it was a bit too much of a stutter-stop sort of process than anything quick. She rubbed her eyes and rolled onto her back.

Maybe she’d take a break for a bit. Even if it was good training.

[Ooopen door, open post.]

Ino staggered into her room, looking exhausted, and struggled out of her over-weighted backpack (the stupid thing nearly weighed as much as she did, geez) and mentally cursed herself for being dumb enough to get a training schedule from Centurion.

He was a very bad man.

Which would be why Ino was just going to collapse on her bed for a minute, just to relish the fact that she didn’t have the stupid backpack from hell on any more (stairs were nasty evil things with it on, okay?). After a few minutes of that, she forced herself off the bed and down to the floor so she could stretch out.

Because, curse it, she had to do it all again later. As if she’d complain to him about it. Geeeeez.

While she stretched out (slowly and carefully), Ino forced her mind off of the evil of Centurion (never mind that she was one of his TAs, he was still a Bad Man even if this had been all her idea to start with) and began planning her approach in talking to Miss Atreides about Jen.

[Oooopen door, open post!]