Living disasters || cabbagebitch || bartolomeokun ||
With a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a key ring looped around his finger Cavendish sauntered down the hall happily. Luckily for him Cavendish was able to snatch a great deal for a one bedroom studio apartment that wasn’t to far away from his college campus. Due to the fact the blond was about to graduate saying in the dorms wouldn’t be an option any more thus he had to go through the tiring process of finding a place to rent.
Though the apartment complex wasn’t exactly the newest it was the most he could afford. The halls were very dimly lit even though it was high noon and the Californian sun was blazing bright just outside these walls. From what Cavendish knew there wasn’t even an elevator but it didn’t really bother the actor in training for it’d just help him with his daily exorcise, like his bike.
One of Cavendish’s only flaws at the moment was that he was basically broke. Flying out to America to train as an actor Cavendish wound up spending most of his life savings. Though several scholarships helped him through college just minor things like food and utilities started to pile up and now the last of his savings were completely depleted. Currently the male only had a part time job working as a bartender at night and a small shift as a waiter in the morning. Earning just enough to cover his utilities and rent now Cavendish was just waiting to be finished with college so he could throw himself into the world of acting.
The whole reason why the male came to America in the first place was to join the acting scene knowing that people would easily fall helpless to his beautiful appearance. Going to college was to make sure he physically had the skill as well as the looks so he could become even more perfect then he was in France. And now that his dreams were just at his doorstep the blond couldn’t be more elated.
Arriving at the apartment number 1328 Cavendish unlocked the door and welcomed himself inside. Looking around the barren space giddiness welled up inside as he entered the space with a smile planted firmly on his lips.
“It’s good to be-”
Cavendish didn’t even get to finish his sentence as he fell forward sending him rocketing towards the hardwood floors. Face plastered against the cold grain of the wooden floors and odd jabs stabbing him at random parts of his body Cavendish slowly tried to stand up but slipped again as he placed his hand on some sort of fabric. Trying again but more carefully Cavendish waited until he was fully standing to figure out just what the heck he had landed on.
Confusion only ensued as the male found boxes piled up by the doorway along with a few cleaning rags. The thing that puzzled the blond the most was knowing his things from the college dormitories wouldn’t arrive for another couple of days. Just what the heck was going on here?
