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intraspectiveFinally... silence.
She’d made it through all three classes, faking it, smiling--and yes, she was going to enjoy all three of those classes--as soon as she could convince Logan that she really wasn’t interested in being the best in flowers when she had other more useful skills to hone, and as soon as she figured out a way to properly ignore that, ugh, that Temari bitch. Who do you think you are?
Me. Just me. Who else would she be?
Now though, it was just the trees, just her, and the thundering quiet--not real quiet, the birds and the bugs and the wind in the breeze saw to that, but she didn’t have anyone else around, no one any where near her, no one who would talk to her, ruin her trail of thought, make her think things their way instead of hers.
And Cassandra knew where she was. And wouldn’t tell. Good. She’d have her peace, and she’d be able to say that, yes, she had told someone. They couldn’t accuse her of being careless of her whereabouts.
Not, mind, that Ino really cared right now. This wasn’t about pleasing any of them, no matter how important it was to her that they were happy. This was about her and fixing the mess her head had become.
Useless, Temari had remarked. Fine then. Let her think that.
Her bottled water and the granola bars she’d bought were stashed up and away in a tree. Ino took a moment to tie her hair back tighter, and to stretch, though not stretch too much because there never was time to stretch before a battle and this was a battle.
And if she was useless, well... I won’t stay that way long.
It was a promise, a threat, a need, her determination all rolled into one. She flung herself into battle, up first, then down—duck!--Too slow! Not low enough! Keep your head down you stupid girl!--around the tree, dodge the branch, flip and kick. One thought down. A million to go.
Fine then. She’d do the million. Watch her do the million.
She had four days. Four days before she was expected to show up to class and smile again. Could she do it? Get her head turned on straight in that much time. Four days.
Run--Faster, faster! Feet up, hands behind you! Shoulders first, then knees. Keep moving!--
And don’t stop thinking.
Okay. Okay. She wouldn’t. Every step, every twist, every scratch of a branch--Too damn slow! Be more observant!--let her think.
She needed to this. Wanted this. Shut up and just think.
[Establishy.]
She’d made it through all three classes, faking it, smiling--and yes, she was going to enjoy all three of those classes--as soon as she could convince Logan that she really wasn’t interested in being the best in flowers when she had other more useful skills to hone, and as soon as she figured out a way to properly ignore that, ugh, that Temari bitch. Who do you think you are?
Me. Just me. Who else would she be?
Now though, it was just the trees, just her, and the thundering quiet--not real quiet, the birds and the bugs and the wind in the breeze saw to that, but she didn’t have anyone else around, no one any where near her, no one who would talk to her, ruin her trail of thought, make her think things their way instead of hers.
And Cassandra knew where she was. And wouldn’t tell. Good. She’d have her peace, and she’d be able to say that, yes, she had told someone. They couldn’t accuse her of being careless of her whereabouts.
Not, mind, that Ino really cared right now. This wasn’t about pleasing any of them, no matter how important it was to her that they were happy. This was about her and fixing the mess her head had become.
Useless, Temari had remarked. Fine then. Let her think that.
Her bottled water and the granola bars she’d bought were stashed up and away in a tree. Ino took a moment to tie her hair back tighter, and to stretch, though not stretch too much because there never was time to stretch before a battle and this was a battle.
And if she was useless, well... I won’t stay that way long.
It was a promise, a threat, a need, her determination all rolled into one. She flung herself into battle, up first, then down—duck!--Too slow! Not low enough! Keep your head down you stupid girl!--around the tree, dodge the branch, flip and kick. One thought down. A million to go.
Fine then. She’d do the million. Watch her do the million.
She had four days. Four days before she was expected to show up to class and smile again. Could she do it? Get her head turned on straight in that much time. Four days.
Run--Faster, faster! Feet up, hands behind you! Shoulders first, then knees. Keep moving!--
And don’t stop thinking.
Okay. Okay. She wouldn’t. Every step, every twist, every scratch of a branch--Too damn slow! Be more observant!--let her think.
She needed to this. Wanted this. Shut up and just think.
[Establishy.]
