(log) Crashburn. (Complete!)
Name(s): Closed to Ino, Larxene, Al, Seifer, Mai, Sakura and Tifa.
Location:
Thread one: Random hallway
Thread two: Closed to Sakura and Ino in a random bathroom. Fun times.
Day: Day 5
Time: Evening, getting close to curfew
Rating: Uhm. There is some risque-ish business happening here. Tread cautiously.
Ino wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. The blonde had made a brief, required appearance during dinner to grab some food which she left with - when asked, she breezily said something about needing to get ahead in class and heading to the library, an attempt to convey at least some image of standard Ino behaviour.
There had been something in the journals mentioning the charm that she'd missed yesterday, so she'd spent a little while looking it up and pouring over proper technique. Of course, she could have gone to Professor Matsumoto directly, but that would mean talking, because that woman loved talking, and her attempts at maintaining a facade had so far been pretty pathetic. There was no way they'd stand up to a Matsumoto interrogation. She could just hide with the books, which wasn't something she'd ever really done before, seeing as usually she wouldn't be being so pathetic.
What is wrong with me?
Ino shook her head. She couldn't wrap her head around it and she didn't want to, because that meant thinking about it. She had gone to some considerable lengths to avoid Sakura and any Sakura-related thoughts. Shrugging her bag into a slightly more comfortable position on her shoulder, she turned a corner, only to smack into something. No, someone.
"Sorry," she muttered, moving to walk around the person without bothering to look who it was.
Location:
Thread one: Random hallway
Thread two: Closed to Sakura and Ino in a random bathroom. Fun times.
Day: Day 5
Time: Evening, getting close to curfew
Rating: Uhm. There is some risque-ish business happening here. Tread cautiously.
Ino wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. The blonde had made a brief, required appearance during dinner to grab some food which she left with - when asked, she breezily said something about needing to get ahead in class and heading to the library, an attempt to convey at least some image of standard Ino behaviour.
There had been something in the journals mentioning the charm that she'd missed yesterday, so she'd spent a little while looking it up and pouring over proper technique. Of course, she could have gone to Professor Matsumoto directly, but that would mean talking, because that woman loved talking, and her attempts at maintaining a facade had so far been pretty pathetic. There was no way they'd stand up to a Matsumoto interrogation. She could just hide with the books, which wasn't something she'd ever really done before, seeing as usually she wouldn't be being so pathetic.
What is wrong with me?
Ino shook her head. She couldn't wrap her head around it and she didn't want to, because that meant thinking about it. She had gone to some considerable lengths to avoid Sakura and any Sakura-related thoughts. Shrugging her bag into a slightly more comfortable position on her shoulder, she turned a corner, only to smack into something. No, someone.
"Sorry," she muttered, moving to walk around the person without bothering to look who it was.