A light flickered dully over head while the clinking sound of two small chains resonated into the ears of a young man who, quite suddenly it would seem, was packing a bag. Clothes scattered across a floor as the chains hanging from the ceiling fan over head clanked dully, unnoticed by the man as he folded shirts and stuffed then unceremoniously into the black duffle bag. The room around him was plain - white walls met a beige colored carpet that stretched plainly between them, though you couldn't tell it was carpet due to the state the floor was in as the man continually stuffed far too much clothing into the bag. "This is hopeless." He sighed as he dropped the bag on the floor where it promptly spilled over. He had too much clothing, this much was obvious as he turned to examine the room for what would probably be the last time. The walls were bare, but for a simple window that over looked the ground from a two story drop. A desk stood kitty cornered opposite the room to his bed with a plain silver laptop seated there, a TOSHIBA logo splayed in upside down letters on the lid. Giving up on clothing, he walked over to said laptop, moved the comfortable looking deskchair, grabbing its high back and scooting it backward to expose a power strip with nothing but the laptop cord and a desk lamp plugged into it, and gave the former a tug.
After the laptop and its charger cord were put simply into the bottom of a simple camouflage backpack, he grabbed a sweater from the floor along with a second change of clothes and put them in the bag. He'd buy more later, he thought simply as he grabbed the black leather wallet from the desk and slid it into the back pocket of his blue jeans. He reached to grab a water bottle from the table beside his bed when a knock resonated through his room. "Come in." He said simply as he grabbed the bottle and stowed it into the bag with the clothing and computer.
"Going somewhere?" A tender voice asked from the doorway. He turned his head to see his mother standing there, right hand on her him and left hand extended, holding a bag of what smelled like simple toiletries. "Dad's waiting out back, have a good time." She said as he took the bag, put it on top of the rest and zipped it up with a smile. "Thanks, Mom." He sighed, grabbing her in a one-armed hug with his left while his right held up the half-put-on sweater. "You're welcome. Be safe, try to stay out of trouble and - oh for God's sake Alex..." she glared at the scattered clothing, and the room in disarray. "Try to clean up after yourself." she sighed as the man opened the window beside the desk, laughing lightly. "I will. Promise!" He said, sliding the hooded sweater over his other arm, soon to be followed by the backpack as his mother gave him a doubtful stare, eyebrow cocked as her arms crossed. "Good. Now go, he'll be-" she was cut off by what sounded like a car horn. "-waiting." she finished as the window closed, the man having disappeared through it before she finished.
(A little short, but it'll do for now. Just to get the ball rolling.)