Currently: In My Room
~Shivanis Vedirou Moresette's Quarters~
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The first thing to left when you enter the dimly lit room, is a bed with a canopy hanging above. A few small things such as lighters, gun clips, bullets, pens, small books, a flashlight and some candles are kept within the drawers of the side tables.
Beyond the bed and to the far end of the room is a black couch set right in front of large "double door" windows with the latches closed tight on one, and the other side just slightly open a jar to let in some air from the outside. During the day, both doors of the window are closed tight and thick black silky curtains cover them so prevent sunlight from entering the room.
In the far right corner of the room, several large boxes stack upon each other, filled with little pocket books that seemed to be filled on each page of each book with random poems of deep seeded thoughts and feelings. A few boxes are marked with 15-100, 101-299, 300-421, 422-600, 601-750, then 750-890. They could be years, but who knows. To the right of the stack of boxes is a black old fashioned looking dresser, centered on the right wall of the room. An empty gun case with a few knifes and some more pens lay sloppy atop the dresser beside a small lamp.
And finally, to the very right corner of the room, directly to the right of the door, is a black vanity table with an assembly of dark colored makeup with a few shades of blue and only one blood red lip. Face powder, combs, nail clippers and some random contraptions that look more like pleasure toys than anything decorate the top of this vanity table.
Also, directly to the left of the door, to the left of the bed, is a walk in closet that is locked and looks bolted closed. You might need a key to get in here. And to the left of that door, on the same wall you would enter from, is a door leading to what seems to be a bathroom. It smells of passion fruit for some reason. Maybe Shivanis likes her bathes?
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The first thing to left when you enter the dimly lit room, is a bed with a canopy hanging above. A few small things such as lighters, gun clips, bullets, pens, small books, a flashlight and some candles are kept within the drawers of the side tables.
Beyond the bed and to the far end of the room is a black couch set right in front of large "double door" windows with the latches closed tight on one, and the other side just slightly open a jar to let in some air from the outside. During the day, both doors of the window are closed tight and thick black silky curtains cover them so prevent sunlight from entering the room.
In the far right corner of the room, several large boxes stack upon each other, filled with little pocket books that seemed to be filled on each page of each book with random poems of deep seeded thoughts and feelings. A few boxes are marked with 15-100, 101-299, 300-421, 422-600, 601-750, then 750-890. They could be years, but who knows. To the right of the stack of boxes is a black old fashioned looking dresser, centered on the right wall of the room. An empty gun case with a few knifes and some more pens lay sloppy atop the dresser beside a small lamp.
And finally, to the very right corner of the room, directly to the right of the door, is a black vanity table with an assembly of dark colored makeup with a few shades of blue and only one blood red lip. Face powder, combs, nail clippers and some random contraptions that look more like pleasure toys than anything decorate the top of this vanity table.Also, directly to the left of the door, to the left of the bed, is a walk in closet that is locked and looks bolted closed. You might need a key to get in here. And to the left of that door, on the same wall you would enter from, is a door leading to what seems to be a bathroom. It smells of passion fruit for some reason. Maybe Shivanis likes her bathes?
Shivanis placed her hand on the door knob to her room, looking left and right down the halls as if wanting someone to sneak up on her just so she could have something to do besides lawl around in her room alone. She sighed, clutching the door knob and turning it, pushing open her door as she did so. The room was dark, the curtains closed as usual when she wasn't in her room. A faint smile appeared and she stepped in, closing the door quietly behind her as if being careful to wake someone, though no one was there.