06-05-2018, 11:22 PM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE —//yup! This week due to plot reasons we can't really have a traditional event and I have this week pretty open so I wanted to make sure we still had a weekly event! So this is basically an AU formal party that takes place in a city with wealthy/important families. Your character can be part of one of those families, they can be crashing the party, or really whatever you want! This is just something fun to be a little more light during this angsty plot haha.
Jacob didn't want to even attend this particular event. He expected it to be like all his father's other parties, full of people that were either complacent, ignorant, or part of his many schemes, cons, and illegal sales. He supposed the ignorance couldn't be helped, the Wickliffs and Corleones both knew how to keep their secrets well from the rest of society. The thought of his family, the one in Jersey, made his chest ache. The fire had been several years ago now, when he was younger, and he'd made almost a full recovery but he'd had to move away again, to a new city. He was back in New York for now, though, at he invitation of his father. So much had happened and he hadn't seen him in so long. Maybe it was more dangerous to be here but there was a part of him that was homesick and sentimental enough to accept the invitation. Besides, Vito wouldn't have invited him if he thought it wouldn't be safe. With all his flaws, he'd always sought to protect his son.
So here he was. He was in one of the upper rooms. He hadn't arrived in the city very long ago, he wasn't planning on staying much longer than necessary, and he was just now putting on his bow tie. It didn't seem like much but to him it resembled the decision to be his own man. Vito had taught him how to properly dress up long ago and today he took most of his tips, with a well-tailored tuxedo and shiny black shoes, but rather than the straight black ties of his father's day, he had on his own, bright yellow bow tie and, though they weren't visible most of the time, he had on socks with Squirtles all over them. These two little things at least made him feel a little better about himself and he hoped they'd distract from the scars that reached past the neckline of his shirt up until about halfway over his cheek and the scars that poked out when his sleeves were pulled back. He'd rather be noticed for his bright colors and Pokemon socks than for those, after all.
He'd debated bringing his cane. He wasn't having a particularly bad day but he thought it might be nice if he'd be standing for most of the night. So, finally he'd opted for taking a simple wooden cane and he was on his way. He exited the changing room to find that there were already people filing into the room. He also noticed there was a rather sizable beverage and refreshment table. He wasn't much for drinking but he was rather excited about the chocolate covered fruit he could spot from where he was. Then there was the orchestra that'd been invited to play music for those that wished to dance. They were absolutely lovely, as always. He made his way down the steps carefully, entering the main floor and looking for someone to speak with. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
Jacob didn't want to even attend this particular event. He expected it to be like all his father's other parties, full of people that were either complacent, ignorant, or part of his many schemes, cons, and illegal sales. He supposed the ignorance couldn't be helped, the Wickliffs and Corleones both knew how to keep their secrets well from the rest of society. The thought of his family, the one in Jersey, made his chest ache. The fire had been several years ago now, when he was younger, and he'd made almost a full recovery but he'd had to move away again, to a new city. He was back in New York for now, though, at he invitation of his father. So much had happened and he hadn't seen him in so long. Maybe it was more dangerous to be here but there was a part of him that was homesick and sentimental enough to accept the invitation. Besides, Vito wouldn't have invited him if he thought it wouldn't be safe. With all his flaws, he'd always sought to protect his son.
So here he was. He was in one of the upper rooms. He hadn't arrived in the city very long ago, he wasn't planning on staying much longer than necessary, and he was just now putting on his bow tie. It didn't seem like much but to him it resembled the decision to be his own man. Vito had taught him how to properly dress up long ago and today he took most of his tips, with a well-tailored tuxedo and shiny black shoes, but rather than the straight black ties of his father's day, he had on his own, bright yellow bow tie and, though they weren't visible most of the time, he had on socks with Squirtles all over them. These two little things at least made him feel a little better about himself and he hoped they'd distract from the scars that reached past the neckline of his shirt up until about halfway over his cheek and the scars that poked out when his sleeves were pulled back. He'd rather be noticed for his bright colors and Pokemon socks than for those, after all.
He'd debated bringing his cane. He wasn't having a particularly bad day but he thought it might be nice if he'd be standing for most of the night. So, finally he'd opted for taking a simple wooden cane and he was on his way. He exited the changing room to find that there were already people filing into the room. He also noticed there was a rather sizable beverage and refreshment table. He wasn't much for drinking but he was rather excited about the chocolate covered fruit he could spot from where he was. Then there was the orchestra that'd been invited to play music for those that wished to dance. They were absolutely lovely, as always. He made his way down the steps carefully, entering the main floor and looking for someone to speak with. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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