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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:23 pm
 Artwork by FlyingDX.
Hotaru's room is a mass of controlled clutter, geek culture and the cute. Manga and art books burst out of the seams of a bookshelf, and video games are stacked and shelved near a decent sized TV. Under the TV is an assortment of gaming consoles: a XBox 360, PS3 and PS2, GameCube and Wii. A good collection of RPGs and story-driven games stand near it. Her bed is never made and looks more like a nest of blankets. A laptop sits on her desk, while in the drawers and cubbyholes of the place are all her school supplies. Hotaru's walls are plastered with posters In her closet cabinet, of course, are her clothing, her bow for archery and everything else necessary.
(OOC: For all intents and purposes, the floor is tatami mat, like the rest of Mikain Manor, and the size of her room is larger, to match the actual size of the other rooms. The image used serves mostly as reference to layout and contents.)
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:30 pm
-  ----------------------𝓯 𝓲 𝓻 𝓮 𝓯 𝓵 𝔂-----------------------------The fireflies o'er the meadow... In pulses, come and go.ஐﻬ¸¸.•´´¯``•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´´¯``•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ஐﻬ6:00 AM, Thursday, Early Winter
Hotaru struggled awake at the beeping of her alarm. Having moved her stuff to Mikain Manor long ago, she sat up and blinked stupidly at her more than full room. Oh, right. Up by the crack of dawn it was. Why? Because, in typical gamer fashion, the girl had stayed up last night playing video games and completely and utterly failed to do any studying. Because playing and beating Final Fantasy XII with 100% completion was much more important than studying, of course.
Yawning and stretching her arms over her head, the girl slid out of her nest of a bed and into the cushy chair at her desk, not even caring that she was still in nothing but boxers and a tank top. The brunette rubbed her eyes and clicked on her laptop while rummaging through her desk drawer for a pencil and journal and book. Pulling out her supplies, she flopped them down on her desk, plugged in her headset, turned on some good mood music and set to work salvaging the last few hours she had before homeroom to study. ஐﻬ¸¸.•´´¯``•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´´¯``•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ஐﻬ
Treat your love like a firefly,
like it only gets to shine for a little while.
Catch it in a mason jar, with holes in the top,
and run like hell to show it off.
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