John continues into the bathroom, and using his left hand he runs the water. Honestly, he's terrified of them all, but he really doesn't have the heart to tell his father. They're all over the damn house, and he's more sick of looking at them than eating cake. He always wondered why his father was so obsessed with them. A man after his own heart, John supposed. There wasn't much to admire, except that Michael Cera looking fellow with his Beagle Puss. John shrugs, and walks out of his room and into the hall. He shook off his hand, but it wouldn't budge off. He swiped his finger across it to get it out of his chest, and it gathered between his finger and thumb. Strange, he didn't keep anything that had oil, neither did his dad as far as he knew. One Beagle Puss, several blood capsules, several smoke pellets, a copy of Wise Guy, a copy of Cornel Sassacre's, a pair of trick handcuffs, a silly magic hat, a pair of fake arms, and a stunt sword. John walks on over to the chest, and opens it up. He prayed earlier that day, hoping that no ants would come. And, let's not forget, all of the cake littered around his room. It was because it was a good movie! AND she was cute!Īnother turn to the left was another window, the Matthew McConaughey Wall and his magic chest, where he kept all of his prankster and magic stuff. There were also large movie posters lining this wall too, the Armageddon one was probably his favorite, and not just because of Liv Tyler. From another turn to the left, there was his computer, placed on his desk. Above were hanged clothes that didn't fit in his dresser. Across was his dresser and closet, which had a bookshelf crammed with gaming guides, programming manuals, and other geeky things. His bed was put in the corner, surrounded by movie posters. He didn't know how that was, but it was so. John Egbert, it was chosen today, yet it felt as if it was picked ages ago. He shakes his head softly, he already has a name. The young man couldn't put his finger on it quite yet, though. The tree with the tire swing swayed from the soft breeze, skimming it's way down the street. He approached it, and peered through the glass. It was his bedroom, the golden light of the early evening shone through the window.
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