Jim's room is on the second floor, up a relatively narrow set of stairs. And it's pretty obvious at first glance that Jim hasn't lived here long-term since he was younger. A lot younger.
The ceiling above his bed is decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars, carefully placed to mimic the actual night sky, and there are posters of musical groups that won't be familiar to Hunter, as well as one of the Beastie Boys. A few model starships decorate the sparse bookshelves already here, mostly bare of books in favor of holding a child's toys - action figures, brain teaser puzzles, even a feathered thing that upon closer inspection appears to be a more scientifically-accurate dinosaur.
There's room for Hunter's bookcase along one wall, between two of the posters. Jim smiles slightly, but it's pretty apparent he has no real strong attachment to this place. "Sorry about the decor. I didn't spend much time here after I was twelve."
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The ceiling above his bed is decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars, carefully placed to mimic the actual night sky, and there are posters of musical groups that won't be familiar to Hunter, as well as one of the Beastie Boys. A few model starships decorate the sparse bookshelves already here, mostly bare of books in favor of holding a child's toys - action figures, brain teaser puzzles, even a feathered thing that upon closer inspection appears to be a more scientifically-accurate dinosaur.
There's room for Hunter's bookcase along one wall, between two of the posters. Jim smiles slightly, but it's pretty apparent he has no real strong attachment to this place. "Sorry about the decor. I didn't spend much time here after I was twelve."