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Sprigate City was the place to be. As long as one had the means, the whole city was a playground.
Kieran Broderick flashed the doorman a smile fit for a god as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator. The pulley system jerked and tossed the box around as it came to a halt against the ground. The doorman nodded politely as he went about pulling open the gates, allowing Kieran to step out onto the red cobbled streets. The Broderick family's sleek black automobile silently occupied the area immediately in front of the elevator, waiting for a driver to take it for a spin on the near empty streets of the city.
The soft, amber glow of the street lamps were reflected off the inky black paint that covered the rear of the vehicle, giving it the appearance of being aflame. The doorman moved to the front of the vehicle to the key, waiting for Kieran to give him the go ahead to wind the car. Kieran, on the other hand, was far too distracted with the group of young women emerging from the house directly next to his to pay much heed to the main waiting on him.
"Good evening, ladies." Kieran bowed deeply and stepped directly into their path, his arms spread wide. "Where would you be heading on a fine night such as this?"
His query was met by the gaggle giggling at him, each of the three girls turning an attractive shade of pink. The tallest of the three, a pretty brunette wearing a flattering off shoulder gown and diamond earrings, got her bearings before her friends. "We are simply out for a stroll. As you said, it is a fine night."
Kieran's blue eyes sparkled at the vague answer as he swept himself out of their path. "Then by all means, please continue." He smiled congenially as they nodded at him politely, continuing on their way. He watched with a sigh on his parted lips, only allowing the women to get a few feet away before clearing his throat to regain their attention. "That is unless you would care to accompany me this evening."
In perfect sync, all three of the girls turned back to him. The wide smiles that graced their pretty, soft faces all but proclaimed that he had done exactly as they expected. Kieran noted naught but their enthusiasm, and made a grand show of sweeping himself to the automobile and opening the door for them as a gentleman of his stature should.
After ushering the girls in and closing their door he rounded the rear of the car, stopping only to flip a copper paltry at the man waiting by the key. "Three turns should do it, friend. Going straight to the nearest salon."
The man's hand moved swiftly, snatching the coin out of the air with an ease that only came from years of having money thrown at one's head. The coin vanished into a pocket and the steady sound of the gears being wound filled the street. Kieran didn't hesitate as he pressed the car into a forward gear and slammed his foot into the petal, swerving into the near empty street to a chorus of excited squeals erupting from his passengers.
Sprigate City was divided into quadrants. Factories and pubs polluted the northwestern portion of the city, and the slums snugly wrapped around, giving most citizens easy and quick access to their employment. The schools and salons separated the upper and lower classes, preventing much interaction between the working class and their betters.
It was probably for the best that Kieran didn't have far to drive before skidding to a stop in front of the salon. His showmanship would have likely got the better of him had they needed to get all the way across town.
Without bothering to open the door, Kieran hopped out of the vehicle just as the last trolley of the night roared by above their heads. He smiled, reveling in the fact that he had never once been forced to endure the public transit, and for that matter it pleased him even further that the trollies were suspended, giving the lower classes absolutely no reason to come street level.
The deafening din of the gears grinding across the cables though made it impossible to be heard, so with an ever-present flair of drama, he pulled the car door open for his guest and bowed at the waist to show that he was waiting expectantly for their company.
The girls hustled past him, and Kieran straightened himself, the flashy smile still plastered across his face. He ran his eyes across the few other autos in attendance, wincing as he noted a few of his least favorite people. He brushed off the unfortunateness and moved to join his guests, making a mental note to ask their names after they were situated. A man in an old, dark suit stood next to the entrance elevator, and already had the box called and the grates open by the time they sauntered up. Kieran palmed a paltry into the man's hand as he greeted him.
The salon was as crowded as Kieran had ever seen it but that wasn't saying much. The salons catered exclusively to the upper class, and there were so many of them spread out throughout Sprigate that they very rarely became overcrowded, unless an event had been scheduled and advertised. Most of the seats at the bar were taken, and none of the tables near the stage were available, as was the norm. The lights over the floor were a hazy amber, giving enough illumination to see major details, but still allow for a smooth, mellow atmosphere. A petite blonde in a red evening gown graced the stage along with her live accompaniment. Her sultry voice crooned a soothing, seductive melody along with the haunting piano.
The girls stopped in the middle of the walkway, eliciting an eye roll from Kieran as he tried to remain polite as he herded them to an empty table in the center of the room. He pulled out a chair for each of them in turn before seating himself, though by this point he was regretting bringing them along. You invited them, Kieran, he thought to himself, as he tried his best to appear disinterested in the rest of the activities taking place around them. Never can say 'no' to a pretty face. His smile widened, and his cheeks were beginning to feel tired though the night was still young. "So, ladies, I can't seem to recall your names…?"
The question hung in the air as all three of the young women fixed him incredulous glares. The brunette, who seemed to have somehow developed the role of chieftain of her little tribe, broke the silence first. "Kieran, you know us, darling." Her painted lips spread as she graced him with a coy grin. He raised an eyebrow now as his interest rose. She called him by name, but that wasn't surprising in the least. He had it on good authority that ninety percent of the upper class were at least aware of who he was, but Kieran would be damned if he had ever seen these three, let alone interacted with them.
"Oh? How do I know you then?" The other two girls now wore smiles matching the others, and it only served to egg on his inquisitiveness.
"We grew up right next door, Kieran, doll." It was a different girl that spoke this time. Her face was remarkably similar to the other two, and if it wasn't for her hair and eyes he would have guessed them to be triplets. Her strawberry blonde hair was loose, laying over her shoulders in waves, and her twilight blue eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as he struggled to fill in the blanks.
The third girl giggled. Her black locks swept back away from her amber eyes. "It's amazing how blind he is," she wasn't even looking at Kieran. Talking to the other two, like he was nothing more than a doll sitting in their bedroom.
His brain stuttered, and the trains of thought he had began to form all crashed as Kieran worked it out. His jaw dropped as he openly gaped at the three of them. Knowing he finally managed to put the pieces together they simultaneously burst into laughter. "Ho-ly hell," he mumbled shock temporarily taking his words. "Eliza, Jeannie, and Jo?" Of course he knew them. He had watched them grow from toddlers in diapers to the twiggy-legged adolescents that he thought they still were. Apparently, they had done some growing while he wasn't paying attention.
@Peregrine
Kieran Broderick flashed the doorman a smile fit for a god as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator. The pulley system jerked and tossed the box around as it came to a halt against the ground. The doorman nodded politely as he went about pulling open the gates, allowing Kieran to step out onto the red cobbled streets. The Broderick family's sleek black automobile silently occupied the area immediately in front of the elevator, waiting for a driver to take it for a spin on the near empty streets of the city.
The soft, amber glow of the street lamps were reflected off the inky black paint that covered the rear of the vehicle, giving it the appearance of being aflame. The doorman moved to the front of the vehicle to the key, waiting for Kieran to give him the go ahead to wind the car. Kieran, on the other hand, was far too distracted with the group of young women emerging from the house directly next to his to pay much heed to the main waiting on him.
"Good evening, ladies." Kieran bowed deeply and stepped directly into their path, his arms spread wide. "Where would you be heading on a fine night such as this?"
His query was met by the gaggle giggling at him, each of the three girls turning an attractive shade of pink. The tallest of the three, a pretty brunette wearing a flattering off shoulder gown and diamond earrings, got her bearings before her friends. "We are simply out for a stroll. As you said, it is a fine night."
Kieran's blue eyes sparkled at the vague answer as he swept himself out of their path. "Then by all means, please continue." He smiled congenially as they nodded at him politely, continuing on their way. He watched with a sigh on his parted lips, only allowing the women to get a few feet away before clearing his throat to regain their attention. "That is unless you would care to accompany me this evening."
In perfect sync, all three of the girls turned back to him. The wide smiles that graced their pretty, soft faces all but proclaimed that he had done exactly as they expected. Kieran noted naught but their enthusiasm, and made a grand show of sweeping himself to the automobile and opening the door for them as a gentleman of his stature should.
After ushering the girls in and closing their door he rounded the rear of the car, stopping only to flip a copper paltry at the man waiting by the key. "Three turns should do it, friend. Going straight to the nearest salon."
The man's hand moved swiftly, snatching the coin out of the air with an ease that only came from years of having money thrown at one's head. The coin vanished into a pocket and the steady sound of the gears being wound filled the street. Kieran didn't hesitate as he pressed the car into a forward gear and slammed his foot into the petal, swerving into the near empty street to a chorus of excited squeals erupting from his passengers.
Sprigate City was divided into quadrants. Factories and pubs polluted the northwestern portion of the city, and the slums snugly wrapped around, giving most citizens easy and quick access to their employment. The schools and salons separated the upper and lower classes, preventing much interaction between the working class and their betters.
It was probably for the best that Kieran didn't have far to drive before skidding to a stop in front of the salon. His showmanship would have likely got the better of him had they needed to get all the way across town.
Without bothering to open the door, Kieran hopped out of the vehicle just as the last trolley of the night roared by above their heads. He smiled, reveling in the fact that he had never once been forced to endure the public transit, and for that matter it pleased him even further that the trollies were suspended, giving the lower classes absolutely no reason to come street level.
The deafening din of the gears grinding across the cables though made it impossible to be heard, so with an ever-present flair of drama, he pulled the car door open for his guest and bowed at the waist to show that he was waiting expectantly for their company.
The girls hustled past him, and Kieran straightened himself, the flashy smile still plastered across his face. He ran his eyes across the few other autos in attendance, wincing as he noted a few of his least favorite people. He brushed off the unfortunateness and moved to join his guests, making a mental note to ask their names after they were situated. A man in an old, dark suit stood next to the entrance elevator, and already had the box called and the grates open by the time they sauntered up. Kieran palmed a paltry into the man's hand as he greeted him.
The salon was as crowded as Kieran had ever seen it but that wasn't saying much. The salons catered exclusively to the upper class, and there were so many of them spread out throughout Sprigate that they very rarely became overcrowded, unless an event had been scheduled and advertised. Most of the seats at the bar were taken, and none of the tables near the stage were available, as was the norm. The lights over the floor were a hazy amber, giving enough illumination to see major details, but still allow for a smooth, mellow atmosphere. A petite blonde in a red evening gown graced the stage along with her live accompaniment. Her sultry voice crooned a soothing, seductive melody along with the haunting piano.
The girls stopped in the middle of the walkway, eliciting an eye roll from Kieran as he tried to remain polite as he herded them to an empty table in the center of the room. He pulled out a chair for each of them in turn before seating himself, though by this point he was regretting bringing them along. You invited them, Kieran, he thought to himself, as he tried his best to appear disinterested in the rest of the activities taking place around them. Never can say 'no' to a pretty face. His smile widened, and his cheeks were beginning to feel tired though the night was still young. "So, ladies, I can't seem to recall your names…?"
The question hung in the air as all three of the young women fixed him incredulous glares. The brunette, who seemed to have somehow developed the role of chieftain of her little tribe, broke the silence first. "Kieran, you know us, darling." Her painted lips spread as she graced him with a coy grin. He raised an eyebrow now as his interest rose. She called him by name, but that wasn't surprising in the least. He had it on good authority that ninety percent of the upper class were at least aware of who he was, but Kieran would be damned if he had ever seen these three, let alone interacted with them.
"Oh? How do I know you then?" The other two girls now wore smiles matching the others, and it only served to egg on his inquisitiveness.
"We grew up right next door, Kieran, doll." It was a different girl that spoke this time. Her face was remarkably similar to the other two, and if it wasn't for her hair and eyes he would have guessed them to be triplets. Her strawberry blonde hair was loose, laying over her shoulders in waves, and her twilight blue eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as he struggled to fill in the blanks.
The third girl giggled. Her black locks swept back away from her amber eyes. "It's amazing how blind he is," she wasn't even looking at Kieran. Talking to the other two, like he was nothing more than a doll sitting in their bedroom.
His brain stuttered, and the trains of thought he had began to form all crashed as Kieran worked it out. His jaw dropped as he openly gaped at the three of them. Knowing he finally managed to put the pieces together they simultaneously burst into laughter. "Ho-ly hell," he mumbled shock temporarily taking his words. "Eliza, Jeannie, and Jo?" Of course he knew them. He had watched them grow from toddlers in diapers to the twiggy-legged adolescents that he thought they still were. Apparently, they had done some growing while he wasn't paying attention.
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