Knocked out cold on the ground with a litter of beer bottles and cans all around him, that was a picture any paparazzi would be happy to take. Not that James frankly cared, it might be able to work considering his celebrity "bad boy" status, and he would let them if it weren't for certain people. He was completely out of his mind and that was the way he wanted to be right now, he needed to dumb his mind. As an alarm begins to sound the drunkard celebrity begins to rustle about, knocking a few bottles over in the process. James had a splitting head ache, if he didn't know better he would think his mind was about to explode. He reflected on the idea, "maybe it would feel good" he thought. Hungover and burn out James used all of his strength just to get up, stumbling a few times in the process, just to turn off that damn alarm. With the immediate threat of the alarm subdued James began to try and sleep off the hangover, much to the dismay that he couldn't. His mind was racing, reflecting the recent news he had received that Chachi was no longer with her new boyfriend, whatshisface. He had finally thought that she would be able to move on and be happy with someone, all for naught. "Guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer before I can die", he thought.
After a long shower in the hotel bathroom he was staying in James began to dress himself. Since he was going to be seen by the public he had to wear his persona's clothes, something that he had recently gotten use to. Got to give the world what they wanted, and they wanted a jackass bad boy, "well at least I'm not a Justin Beiber... I don't know how that guy does what he does." Slipping into a pair of black jeans, a black and white stripped long sleeve shirt, a black hoodie, and a pair of black sneakers, before leaving the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Now with a sandwich in hand James walked over to the television set and knocked it over, "party like a rock star". He than left the hotel room, giving the passing maid a massive tip before heading down into the lobby. As he the elevator descended he prepared for the paparazzi that he knew was going to be there, putting his shades on. "Time to give them a show." Upon the elevator doors opening James was bombarded with the flash of cameras and questions. "When was his band going to release their new album?", "Why am I in New York?", "Do I have a new girlfriend", and of course somebody always has to mention Chachi. Hungover and now pissed off James flung the rest of his sandwich at the man who asked him about Chachi. After surviving the onslaught of camera flashes and questions from the hotel lobby to his a cab waiting outside he finally got out of there. "Damn Paparazzi... sometimes it is good to just get away from it all." James Miles was going to disappear from the face of the earth for a while. He was one of the winners of a getaway in Manhattan New York, and he decided he was going to take it. "Would give me time to stop thinking about what the doctors say... and about her."
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Standing in front of the place the Manhattan Apartment in which they would be living in James began to calm down. He could finally be away from all of the stress of being a celebrity and just lose himself in the company of a few random people. "Hope one of them doesn't turn out to be a serial killer... Actually that might be hilarious... but I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for my own amusement... Would I?" Finally deciding that he would much rather not be killed James was directed towards the entrance by an elderly gentleman. With a beer bottle in James's hand the man began to tell him some of the household rules but James wasn't listening, he didn't care much for rules anyway. Once in front of the door to the apartment James decided that he would try and make a good first impression, kicking the door open was not the best option but it was what he could think to do in such a short amount of time. Once the door swung open, quite fast mind you, James noticed that there was a women behind the door who almost got her nose taken off from the door. "Guess it wasn't such a good idea", he thought. Looking at the her he said, "Name is James Miles, I'm guessing that you are another contestant..." Placing one of his arms around her shoulder, taking a swing from his bottle. "...Well, lets have some fun then." Walking away from her he flopped on the nearest couch he could find. "Yeah, this is going to be good."