Wall Street | Matt Sterling (upanddown) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2009-06-06 16:31:00 |
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Current mood: | chipper |
The moon reflected in the mirror shines on the vivid world.
Who: Capitalism as Edward Bartholomew (laissez_faire) & Wall Street as Henry Archer (upanddown)
What: It's the dawn of a new century.
Where: New Year's Eve party at Capitalism's mansion in NYC.
When: 31 Dec 1899, almost midnight.
Rating/Warnings: The usual; i.e. Wall Street's antics apparently. ^_~
The scrawny little boy who used to scurry around unseen by the serious business men, populating his temple, had eventually escaped his small body and grown into a tall, willowy, perpetually smiling young man. That peculiar smile paired with his fair complexion and his fair coloured hair - which, being almost silver, seemed incongruous with his youthful features - made him stand out in every crowd whether he wanted to or not. He didn't mind, though, because the chance of being made fun of and screamed at or getting kicked and beaten by old geezers was pretty much zero these days.
Under Capitalism's careful grooming, Wall Street had become as 'civilised' as someone like him could be, meaning he could pass as a normal if slightly eccentric human being on most days. Adding to that a humongous pile of money and society welcomed the little fox with semi-open arms and a friendly-ish expression on its face.
Money and power. Power and money. How wonderful they could make this screwed up and ugly world seem.
The young man known as Henry Archer had, as instructed, spent the evening with charming the daughters of New York's old and wealthy families. He'd made pleasant conversation, danced with them, complimented their beauty and charms and wits and their... He basically lied in their faces all night and the gracious, not so proper as they seemed, young ladies rewarded - punished! - him with clumsy and kind of gross kisses in shadowy alcoves.
Thanks to large amounts of champagne he had made it through the evening relatively unharmed and had managed to keep up the pretence that he was having a good time. As midnight drew closer and closer, a slightly tipsy Wall Street detached himself from Miss Amelia Montgomery whose chubby paws were threatening to cut off the circulation in his arm, and waded through a sea of faces, looking for the one he actually cared to see but had only managed to catch brief glimpses of all night.
Stepping out of the crowded ballroom, Henry sighed softly and hung his head. Capitalism hadn't been in that crowd and the last person who had seen him was Mister McManus and that meant that Mista Barthololomehmewme... Ed was probably in his study.
The silver fox made his way upstairs which took him much longer than usual, because he had to tread very carefully and keep his eyes on his feet all the time. Tripping and splitting his skull open on the stairs would be a really crappy way of starting a new century. Eventually, he reached his god's study and pushed the door open with a wide grin on his face.
"Found ya~!"