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located in The Circus, a part of A Show Like No Other, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Daniel Sawyers
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Ping!
Daniel groaned as something disturbed his sleep. He fumbled around the top of his drawer madly, trying to turn the nuisance off before it rings again.
"You've got mail! You've got mail! You've got mail! You've got-" the voice was cut short as Daniel quickly threw his bed covers off, grabbed his phone, and turned the annoying, automated voice off. He sighed and stretched sleepily, giving off a huge yawn. Who could it be? he wondered groggily. He checked his messages. From Will? What does he want so late at night? he frowned at his phone.

Something to do with the circus? he thought. Daniel got up from his bed and headed to his closet. It was situated near a huge, floor-length mirror. What should I wear...Ah, this should do! he thought to himself as he picked up a black suit. He slowly undressed himself and put the suit on. Damn, I look fine, he admired as he looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror reflected a mass of curly, dark hair that sat atop the man's head, coupled with a high nose and dark brown eyes. The reflection smirked slightly as it copied its owners actions. It might be weird for a guy to care about his appearance so much but for Daniel, it was a way of life. One should always look his best, no matter when or where, was his motto. Besides, a handsome man like me almost has a duty to look his best, for the ladies and men, he added silently.

I hope whatever Will wants, it'll be quick. I want to go back to sleep, Daniel thought as he yawned again. He headed out the front door of his apartment and locked it, swinging the chain of keys back and forth. A sudden creak of a door brought his attention to the apartment next door. A head full of white hair popped out. It was followed by a wizened old face, with a pair of thick glasses perched on a pointy nose. "D-Daniel!" the old lady called out. "W-Will you pick something a gallon of milk from the grocery store for me please?" she asked in a scratchy voice. "I seemed to have ran out."
"Sure, Mrs. Fickleman. I'll do just that," Daniel said and grinned at her.

Daniel walked down the stairs of the building and wondered not for the first time why Mrs. Fickleman won't buy it herself. I've never even seen her outside of her apartment door! he thought. There are some strange people in the world, he mused. He headed out the apartment complex and shivered at the sudden coldness as a night breeze brushed by him. He started jogging towards Will's house, eager to get this over with and go back to sleep.