Room 504, Tuesday Late Night
Aug. 26th, 2008 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveWhen she got back to Fandom that night, Ino made a couple of calls. She did her best to sound happy, but wasn’t sure if she succeeded. Then, setting the phone down, and standing in the middle of her dorm room she just looked at what was there for a long while. Mostly plants, which was alright, she could keep those. Dad would approve. Her notebooks she could keep. The medical books and scrolls she’d gotten in Konoha were placed neatly on her desk.
Her magazines were trashed. She didn’t need them.
Ino yanked open the door to her closet and studied her clothing for nearly twenty minutes, just standing there; before beginning, methodically, to throw out everything that she deemed was impractical. Pretty and practical, she kept. Practical, she kept. Everything useless though, she bagged. She wasn’t going to need any of it. Keeping it around would only be a temptation to backslide and she couldn’t afford that right now.
After that, after purging her room of anything she deemed to have no value to what she was going to have to do, Ino sank down to the floor, leaning with her back against the door to her room and closed her eyes.
Tomorrow would be hard. Ino glanced at her hair, and her lips firmed. It would be hard, but she’d do it anyway.
Because the next step would be harder. Changing the way she thought. Swallowing her pride.
It would’ve been easier just to stay home. But taking the easy way had landed her in this position in the first place.
She’d take the hard way, then.
[That Ino is back is for broadcast, everything else is NFB. Establishy.]
Her magazines were trashed. She didn’t need them.
Ino yanked open the door to her closet and studied her clothing for nearly twenty minutes, just standing there; before beginning, methodically, to throw out everything that she deemed was impractical. Pretty and practical, she kept. Practical, she kept. Everything useless though, she bagged. She wasn’t going to need any of it. Keeping it around would only be a temptation to backslide and she couldn’t afford that right now.
After that, after purging her room of anything she deemed to have no value to what she was going to have to do, Ino sank down to the floor, leaning with her back against the door to her room and closed her eyes.
Tomorrow would be hard. Ino glanced at her hair, and her lips firmed. It would be hard, but she’d do it anyway.
Because the next step would be harder. Changing the way she thought. Swallowing her pride.
It would’ve been easier just to stay home. But taking the easy way had landed her in this position in the first place.
She’d take the hard way, then.
[That Ino is back is for broadcast, everything else is NFB. Establishy.]
