<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/UsagiPossible/038.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mesu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/>With a start young Mesu awakens, a loud gasp escaping her lips. She sits up abruptly, her arms outstretched as if reaching for something. She stares wide eyed into the dim light of her bedroom… and then slowly her hands lower as she frowns to herself. Weird.. dream…. Mesu glances around the room, seeing it’s indeed her room. Yes, that was just a dream. And she still has sleep to accomplish! She promptly lays back down in her bed, then turns onto her side, pulling her so comfy sheets tightly around her slim form.<br/><br/>And not 30 seconds later her alarm goes off.<br/><br/>She lets out a whimper as she clutches the sheets tighter, as if to try and fight off the annoying alarm. She mutters something about the alarm stopping, but it doesn’t. Alarms never listen to pleas from lovely young woman wanting nothing more than a few more minutes sleep. With the alarm still ringing, she reaches back blindly and kind of swats in the general area of the alarm clock to silence the dreadful thing. She misses once.. and then again.. and then thrice.. and then finally her hand finds the button to silence the alarm. Victory!<br/><br/>As she draws her hand back, it brushes over the new wand upon her nightstand. Without thought her fingers wrap about it, and she pulls it closer to herself as she snuggles under the covers once more.<br/><br/>Count to 10… and…<br/><br/>“Wait…”    she murmurs. Her pretty eyes flutter open, and she holds the wand up a little to see it better. She lets out a short and surprised “Ah!”  as she drops the wand immediately and sits up, scooting away from where it lands upon her bed. But it does a little bounce, and right off the edge of the bed. Mesu stares at the spot the wand landed wide eyed. What is that? Why is it in her room? One of her friends pranking her? ……. Oh god did aliens leave it?! In the briefest of moments she has a genuine terror attack, she pulls one of her fluffy pillows close to herself and looks around the room discretely and with much fright. No.. no aliens in there watching her. Whew. Still, the mystery remains. She sets her pillow aside and crawls to the edge of the bed… now peering over (her eyes only going over that edge), she looks down at the wand laying upon her carpeted floor. It’s… it’s so beautiful..<br/><br/>Feeling slightly (slightly) less frightened, she now leans moreso over the edge of her bed. She stares down at the wand as she scowls to herself. She’s seen it.. somewhere… was it in a movie? Something she saw in a music video? No.. no nothing like that.   “Where did you come from?”  She asks the wand.. and then actually waits a couple seconds for a response. If one of her friends left it there.. did she watch some movie with them and completely forgot about it? She’s done that before. She watched the Godfather on 3 different occasions, never realizing until the 3rd time it was the same movie she had seen before. Now tentatively she reaches down, her fingers lithely wrap about the staff of the wand. Slowly now she sits up in her bed as she stares at the lovely crystal wand… it’s in the shape of a moon. She turns it over in her hand a few times, just inspecting it curiously. As she does, she starts to vaguely remember… that dream! The one she had last night! She had.. some kind of staff with this same symbol! Her eyes fall closed just a little as she stares at the crystal crescent moon shape, and she whispers vaguely    “H..hikawa..”<br/><br/>She seems almost in a trance like state as she stares at the wand.. and then… her alarm goes off again! She jumps from her sitting position, the wand goes flying and she screams in surprise   “Fiddlesticks!”  The wand bangs against the nightstand, knocking her alarm clock off of it, and then both go tumbling to the floor.    “FIDDLESTICKS!”  She exclaims again as she scrambles to the opposite side of the bed, almost falling off of it as she leans over its edge, searching for the now missing items. Really really hoping neither is broken. She finds the alarm clock  first, this time making sure she turns off the alarm instead of hitting snooze. Her other hand finds the wand, and she pulls it to herself once more, staring down at it. This thing can’t be from her dream, right? That’s like.. nowhere near possible. Maybe she.. set it there last night and forgot about it, and then dreamt of it. Or maybe one of her friends gave it to her, and she forgot about it, and dreamt about it.<br/><br/>Or the dream wasn’t just a dream.<br/><br/>She shakes her head as she clutches the wand, and then glances the time. And now she’s going to be late! She winces as she now leaps out of bed, almost tripping as she heads to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the crystal wand laying upon the bed. It doesn’t take her terribly long to get a shower and then dressed, and to do her hair. Only an hour. Almost a new record for Mesu! She jogs from her bathroom and scoops up her messenger bag.. it has the ‘jolly roger’ crossbones across its side.. and her steps slow as she passes her bed, staring down at the crystal wand almost ominously. After a few moments… she scoops it up almost and drops it into her already almost full bag, and she’s off.<br/><br/>What was she so afraid of being late for? Well breakfast of course! She sprints from her little apartment and down a few flights of stairs, passing by other college aged people. Most of them yell a greeting to her as she flies by them, and she merrily waves back to them, shouting a cheerful   “Good morning!”  to each and every one of them. She hurries out of the apartment building itself, running across the street to a small café there. And as she approaches, she immediately sees her friends already sitting at an outside table. She glances up at the beautiful morning sun.. the awful storm filled dream almost nothing more than a distant memory at this point. As she crosses the street, she yells towards her friends and waves fervently, a wide smile upon her pretty lips. They all turn and laugh as they wave back to her. She was usually the last one at this, their usual meeting place for breakfast on days before classes. She flops down in her usual seat as she smiles widely to her friends, and immediately all 4 of them start to gossip and chatter about what was on television last night, and the movies they want to see this weekend, and who has what songs on their phones. Important stuff.<br/><br/>Mesu orders her usual breakfast (when she’s with her friends like this)… an English muffin with lots of butter, pickled peppers, a rolled scrambled egg, udon with flakes of deep-friend tempura batter, and a can of Bubbleman grape flash soda. Breakfast of champions. Not really. Of course Mesu seems more interested in devouring her meal rather than talking this morning. While she loves her friends and spending this time with them… her mind is on that crystal wand resting nestled in her messenger bag.. she glances down at it every once in a while, unable to keep her focus.<br/><br/>After an hour or so the group finally disperses. As Mesu walk away from the café, she munches on the green tea mousse cake she just had to have for desert. Breakfast needs desert, every meal should! There is a certain cheerfulness to her stride, that wide smile not abating… despite the fact she’s heading to class. She has only one class today, luckily. And it is her favorite class, journalism and media production. Maybe someday she can be an anchorwoman, or something! How hard can it possibly be? She certainly has the lovely prettiness for it!<br/>