<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tachibana Hanako<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment > School > Homeroom > Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mentioning Matsumoto-san | Open to all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One alarm clock had not been enough to wake Hanako, for as long as she could remember. Of course, her parents were always a reliable fall back, often entering her bedroom to turn the earsplitting ringing off, shaking Hanako awake moments later. Yet, that was back when she lived with her parents, back before coming to the realization that they did not share her dream, but rather, wanted her to fulfill their own personal agenda. This year marked the first where Hanako would be solely on her own, unable to rely on anyone but herself, unless she managed to find a roommate. Even then, what sort of roommate would sign up for what was essentially unpaid babysitting duty? At the very least, Hanako had enough common sense to understand that if she did not make a change in her life, and soon, then graduating would be an impossibility.<br/><br/>Having prepared enough to think ahead, briefly, Hanako had set the loudest ringtone to blare on her phone as a backup to the alarm clock. That small, digital device was buried, much like the rest of her room, beneath layers of miscellaneous debris, which probably diminished the normally deafening volume of said alarm clock's beeping. However, her cellphone, obviously an old fashioned flip-phone, was buried beneath the tangled web of sheets and pillows her lazing body was strewn across. When the clocks struck 6:00 in the morning, both alarms sounded simultaneously, yet the chorus of piercing sirens was not quite enough to make Hanako flinch. Rather than twitch to consciousness, she would slowly grow aware of the disturbance and after another ten minutes or so, finally roused. Turning over, her hand fell loudly against the pile of discarded items which covered her clock, effectively managing to push the button in and silence it. Yawning widely, she then flopped back over and sought out her phone, beneath her pillow, using her thumb to flick the screen open and turn its alarm off, as well.<br/><br/>In the deafening silence that quickly followed, Hanako was tempted to rest her eyes for another five minutes, but knew that would turn into another hour and five minutes. Forcing herself up and over to the edge of the bed, she stretched herself out as she stood to full height and stripped off the over-sized T-shirt she'd been sleeping in. Shuffling her naked self to the bathroom, Hanako sleepily managed to find the switch and turn the lights on, before then brushing her teeth and glancing at her puffy-faced, red-eyed reflection staring back at her. She was still getting used to her apartment, having just moved in before the start of her second year at school. "Egggh," she grunted, as she continued brushing, not looking very forward to school, after all. Maybe her parents were right all along? Maybe her intentions of working hard to graduate would prove to be a complete waste of time. Maybe her purpose was in creating art, despite it not being a challenge, or something she felt genuinely passionate about. It may have been too idealistic of her, to want to pursue a dream she had yet to conjure up. To want to do something with her life that she felt challenged by and passionate about.<br/><br/>After all, as her father pointed out on numerous occasions, working in a corporate office was neither a dream, nor a passion of his, yet he did it, and he did it well. Still, flunking out of school was not something girls her age did. Everyone else her age was in school, most of them were doing pretty well in their courses, to boot. That was what Hanako truly longed for. To be normal, like the rest of them. To live a life away from the media, away from the galleries and gatherings, away from the competitions and prizes, away from skating through life with lackluster, or nonexistent, motivation. Rinsing out the paste from her mouth, she gargled for a few moments, then spit and washed off her toothbrush. Promptly afterward, she approached the shower stall and turned the knob, waiting for the water to reach a reasonable temperature, before stepping inside and sliding the glass door behind her. As the steam began to billow, Hanako returned to thoughts of her parents, growing more motivated to prove them wrong, with every scrub of her loofah. "Alright," she sighed to herself, twisting the knob and emerging from the shower, once freshly cleaned, proceeding to dry off and dress in her school uniform.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>By 6:30 Hanako was walking to school, shoulder bag over her arm, Pocky in her hand. The breeze picked up the ends of her long blond locks, which helped the straight tendrils to dry faster. There was a slight bounce to her step as she made her way across town, there being several blocks between her apartment and the school, her heels clacking roughly against the ground as she quickened her pace. On the way, she passed a bakery, one she had never noticed, given the fact that she had never taken this route to school before. Making note of it, she perked a brow as she passed by, hoping to remember to check it out on her way back to the apartment. Luckily, she got to school a bit quicker than she had imagined it would take to travel there, allowing her to reach homeroom with plenty of time to spare. This would probably be the only day of the entire year that Hanako would manage to be early. Finding a seat near the window, close to the back, she sat herself down and slumped in her seat. As soon as the lectures began, Hanako was holding her head, bracing herself, as if learning the material was physically draining, or it prompted her head to feel as if it were about to split in two.<br/><br/>When the lunch bell rang, it was met with a resounding sigh from a few students, but no sigh was louder than that of Hanako's. She made her way to the cafeteria, having no experience with making a bento, let alone the wherewithal in the morning to use her brain beyond autopilot features, Hanako resolved to buy lunch everyday. It was a responsible decision she had made, considering she knew the likelihood of her attempts to cook resulting in a kitchen fire which very likely could spread throughout the entirety of her apartment and quite possibly the rest of the building in the process. Really, she was doing everyone she lived with a favor. After getting herself a juice box, miso ramen, and red bean paste anpan, Hanako made her way through the cafeteria, looking around for a place to sit, which to her, would consist of no one else being nearby whatsoever.<br/><br/>She considered eating on the roof, or outside, since it was such a beautiful day, but shook her head firmly, reminding herself that the more time she wasted being indecisive, was just that much less time she'd have to eat lunch. Deciding upon a table in the back, seeing as how it was empty, save for one person at the very end, she walked over, staring at him as she approached and sat at the opposite end of the same table. His hair was somewhat long, partially obstructing his face, but he didn't seem to mind. He was eating a hand-made bento, rather than a store-bought one, or at least she presumed it to be so, considering it looked slightly bland. Her head tilted to the side as she watched him eat, observing without consideration for a long moment. Even if he were to glare at her for her staring, Hanako would not stop. Not until her stomach growled at her angrily. Then and only then, would she bow her head and lower the tray onto the table's surface before clapping her hands together loudly.<br/><br/>"Itadakimasu!"<br/><br/>With that, she began eating, glancing at the boy's direction every so often as she did.