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The room smelt of coconut and warm vanilla. The walls of said room covered in a mahogany paint, leaving them clean and almost fresh. Were they actually fresh? Probably not... just like they probably weren't actually mahogany. Or how they were 'probably' not painted by the same person living between them. 

But what do you know? Probably nothing. For all you know these walls could have been done nearly hours prior to this book opening. Days before the page was turned. Years before the thought of even glancing towards one of these forbidden creatures, made to quench even the most parched of thirsts, came to mind. But then again, what do I know? Probably jack squat..

The 'mahogany' walls were covered here and there by the occasional photo. Pictures of happy families, smiling friend groups, and abstract arts coming to life, much in contrast to that of which they lay. A door leading to the exit of this room, painted the common white, with another about ten feet to the right of it, closed and locked. The only thing visible being the dimmed lights from the, probably, small room. But then again, what do we know?

The faint sound of water slamming against the bottom of something hard could be heard, along with the sound of a slight hum to the tune of an unknown song. Not that anyone cares much for the song in general, but the gesture is nice.

The noise of the water shutting off, and curtains rising-I mean opening for the exiting of a man of unknown status was followed soon after. Who may this mysteriously charming man be, you may ask? We'll get to that shortly, for now, his appearance.

Walking into the room to which is also unknown, from another that one could only assume was the bathroom, the first thing anyone would notice on this man was his stomach. Toned, but not too toned. small, but not too small. He was fit, to say the least. But not too fit..

To a random stranger, his appearance would make someone believe he was any ordinary teenager. Which.. yes, but actually no.. his stature reaching heights of about 5'9, you would think he was only a teenager. But that is in fact false information. 

His hair was a nice length, short, but not too short, and jet black, wet right now, from what you could tell was a recent shower. It was prominent against his pale skin. So were his basically black eyes.

Lips curved, and eyes set, this man looked like he was ready for a photo shoot, and he was in a towel! Though technically, that isn't always a bad thing.. 

Walking over to what appeared to be another door, white like the others, he opens it, revealing a small variety of clothes, mainly of dark colors. 

Some magenta, others black, nothing in here was very colorful, well, to others at least. To this man, he's never imagined having anymore, these were blinding enough.

He wasn't one fond of bright looks, nor was he of people who consistently "rocked" these looks. Though he would never admit that was possible. Because it wasn't. Never has his eyes laid on that of someone who actually "rocked" said appearance, nor did he believe there ever would be.

Seeing models walk on stage with scarring attire that became the new 'hit' sickened him. Dresses reaching the thighs, skin tight, and hot pink. He couldn't imagine wearing something like that. He didn't want to imagine wearing something like that.

Moving on from his hateful thoughts, his hand slowly reached to the shirts, hanging neatly by what appeared to be a gray hanger, he pushed each article of clothing to the side, until his eyes set upon just what he was looking for. Grabbing the soft fabric of a Dark purple sweatshirt, he tied his towel around his waist, no longer needing his hands, and slipped the shirt over his head, one by one-or two-the shirt was finally on. Not that it was difficult, it was an oversized one, much to his liking, reaching right above his knees.

Moving out, and closing the door, he walked over to a dresser located right next to this white door. It was a deep brown, resembling a wooden appearance, though he wasn't positive if it was real wood or just designed to take the look of it. There were a few knickknacks, an ashtray, though he did not smoke, and a sponge. The sponge was real, but dead. This was obvious to anyone who knew at least the simplest thing about a sponge, like how they are usually colorful creatures living under the water, until taken above and killed. Once dead they lose this color and become a sad yellow. 

The dresser was quite tall, with 5 drawers. It stood about 5 feet tall, and 3 and a half feet wide. It was a gift given to him by his recently deceased grandma, may she rest in peace, just like his clothes.

Though technically it didn't hold any clothes since there was another sitting about a foot away from the 5 foot one, but instead of being 5 foot, it was only about four, though its width reached about 6 foot. It held a small black TV which read "JVC" near the bottom of the worn out thing.

He wasn't really one to watch TV, just the occasional movie, or a handy nightlight when he was feeling extra unprotected. It's a dangerous world out there, he knows this.

There are six drawers in total on the one, being broken apart down the middle, only allowing 3 on each side, the man goes over to the left side, to get what one could only assume were undergarments. Reaching for the top drawer, he pulls it out revealing socks and boxers, all of which are black. He grabs the first black underwear he can find, and slips off his towel, sticking his feet into the holes, once he knows the garments are facing the right way, and pulls them up. Nice fit, he chose well.

closing that drawer, he bends over, reaching for the third and final drawer. He pulls this one open as well, though using a bit a strength so he can tug it open since it was a little more filled then the one above it. 

Upon opening it, he is quick to grab a pair of pants, because yes, this is his pants drawer. He picks up the top ones, gray and slightly ripped at the knees, he doesn't hesitate putting them on.

Buttoning them, after zipping the pants up, he walks over to the bathroom, entering once more. The walls were covered in a light blue, much to his dismay, with a marbled counter reaching all along the right wall of the room. It held two sinks, both your average white, and a long mirror, also reaching along the length of the wall. 

There was a container of soap, vanilla scented, and a mirror right to the side of the sink closest to the exit of the room. Inside held face creams, toothpaste, cologne, deodorant, and a simple dark blue toothbrush.

Staring into the large mirror, he smiled to himself. He looked good and he knew he did. He always looks good. At least that's what he continuously tells himself, but he has to, no one else will do that for him. Shaking his head, he lets his hair dry for a bit longer, running his fingers through it to give it a more messy look.

Once satisfied, he turns to the small mirror, opening it with a slight tug, and grabs the deodorant, gracefully putting it on. After a mere 30 seconds, he replaces it with cologne, spraying enough on for anyone in a 5 meter radius to smell.

The scent reminded him of lavender. He was a sucker for lavender, coconut, and vanilla, if anyone couldn't tell.

Placing the glass container back into the mirror cabinet, he finally re exits the bathroom, walking over to the bed in the corner of the room, next to a window, he grabs his phone, which happened to be on top the bed, plugged into a hidden charger. 

Checking the time, it read 5:55.

Why was he up so early, you question? Who even is 'he' you wonder? Good questions.

Ding!

'You still auditioning, Georgie?'

- Nick, sent 5:50 am

The man, oh so mysterious, had a name. And that name, was George, George Found. And why was he up so early? Well.. he happened to be audition for a role in an upcoming movie title "Dream SMP". Currently trying out for Eret, the protagonist turned antagonist.

The thought thrilled him, he had never played such an important role, coming from England to America, he was basically nothing. But with a career in McDonalds for a few years, and a lot of online classes, he finally made it. 

George Found, 24, soon to be famous actor, and no one was going to get in his way.

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