<a class="postlink" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/f/2008/090/8/4/jipin_by_heise.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Shane Drake Channing (goes by Chance)  Age: 22  Occupation: Actor/model<br/><br/>The jet landed in a field just five miles from the small town Chance remembered as a small boy. A few men carried his bag off the seat next to him as well as his backpack containing the four new movie scripts he had been instructed to memorize while on holiday. This Holiday Chanceâ€™s only wish was to return to his roots and see if he could pull himself out of the mental state he had slipped into three years ago at the loss of his family in a car wreck. Chance being the only survivor of the crash was left with a slight memory deficiency where at time for a short while he forgets everything during a brief amount of time. Eventually during these episodes he will come back to the usual state of mind and has no memory of the spell. A way to tell if one is coming on comes in at the trembling of his right hand that usually is hard to pick up on because he takes hold of something in order to hide the trembles. The past three years Chance had been diving deeper and deeper into a pit of self loathe and depression. His current director requested that Chance take the time to recoup before the movie began filming in two months.<br/><br/>â€œWill you be taking the limo, Sir?â€ Chanceâ€™s assistant asked stepping from the jet a few steps behind his client, â€œNo thank you, I believe I would much rather not draw attention..â€ Chance had taken great care in making sure he would not be seen by the mobs of photographers that plagued his everyday life for the past decade that he had been a performer straight out of this little town. The cool wind blew through his hair and a light smile filled his features. â€œI wonder if that olâ€™house is still standing..â€ the memory of his house made him smile as he heard bits and pieces of the assistant making arrangements for a truck to be brought there in order for Chance to go on his way. â€œThey are bringing a Chevy, is that okâ€ Clark asked with a hand over the mic of his phone. â€œThatâ€™s perfect, while Iâ€™m gone get a room in the local INN across from the barâ€¦ Iâ€™ll meet you there.â€ The deal was met and within an hour Chance was on his way toward the reason he came to the old town.<br/><br/>Pulling up on the curb Chance looked out the window at the beautiful structure he once called home. It didnâ€™t look different and was as beautiful as he remembered. Stepping from his care he tossed his backpack over his shoulder, which contained a few days worth of clothes and his scripts, he made his way to the door. Stepping just short of knocking his finger tips ran over the frame and the wood and a smile filled his face. Knock, knock, knock. HE stepped back and waited nervously his eyes glancing around at the lawn and the windows.