Behind the door and the bulkheads of the Hymn is the room belonging to Clarissa Rose, one of the Hymn's top snipers. The room directly reflects Clarissa's personality; neat, tidy, spotless, and a model of organization. Upon entering the room the first thing a person sees is her desk pushed up against the back wall directly in front of the door. On the desk there are two levels. The first level, the actual desk top, there are two picture frames with photos of her mother and her father. Her mother's picture is carefully set on the left side of the desk, and her father's is meticulously placed on the right side so as to be symmetrical with mother's. In between the two photos are several books, each one a romance novel she has read multiple times, each book arranged alphabetically across the length of the desk. The only thing on the desk that seems out of place though is a small slip of paper that has been laminated with care. She stuck the paper to the desk as a constant reminder that she must keep looking for her fiance'. The second shelf of the desk is dedicated to her achievements and to her rifle. Like on the desk top, her memoirs of past achievements are set symmetrically on the left and right hand side of the shelf. In the center of the shelf is her rifle along with a cleaning kit and polishing kit. In the drawer beneath the desk top Clarissa keeps her toothbrush and her toothpaste, an antique hairbrush, and a pocket mirror.
Right next to the desk is an end table, on top of which she keeps a potted plant.
Past the end table is her bed, which every morning looks as if nobody has even thought of touching the covers. On the floor of the room Clarissa has two large area rugs, as she much prefers the soft feel of the rugs to the cold and hard feel of what is beneath the rugs.
And along the four walls of the room, there are several perfectly aligned hung picture frames of her childhood, parents, distant relatives, and other memorable events.
Right next to the desk is an end table, on top of which she keeps a potted plant.
Past the end table is her bed, which every morning looks as if nobody has even thought of touching the covers. On the floor of the room Clarissa has two large area rugs, as she much prefers the soft feel of the rugs to the cold and hard feel of what is beneath the rugs.
And along the four walls of the room, there are several perfectly aligned hung picture frames of her childhood, parents, distant relatives, and other memorable events.
