Post by Matthew J. Ashford on Jun 18, 2010 13:16:07 GMT -5
(OOC: I hope it's not too forward, if it is, send me a PM? I don't want to get killed/owned so soon. xD)
Only mere moments had passed since the sun had set upon New York. A vintage model car, once put out by the car company Chrysler pulled over before the large, towering office building owned by the prince of the city himself; Julian. The empire state building, one could only stand in awe of it... the biggest of constructions all around the world, only surpassed by the World trade center, which sadly disappeared off the map. Didn't matter, he didn't own anything inside that place, but still, many Ventrue had their assets invested into aforementioned towers. But that was all in the past, all of it having happened a decade in the past. An all too familiar click heralded the door adjacent to the driver's seat opening up. A dark, foreboding figure getting out, he opened the door for the star of the evening, the Ventrue primogen.
Matthew had never been one for traditions, only keeping up with them when around other kindred. He stood tall within seconds. Brushing off his shoulders as if the air itself had befouled the expensive Italian suit he was wearing. 'I shall return shortly, Charles.' He remarked, features straight as ever as the man handed him a bottle of wine. 'In the mean time, I invite you to enjoy a drink; on my expense.' He gestured toward a bar on the corner and smiled gleefully. 'Just make sure you can drive after, okidoki?' A semi-rhetoric question, Charles had been his personal driver for well over a decade; he wouldn't fail him. Not in a million years; probably not even then.
After giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder he pushed his glasses back upon his nose and walked inside, it was a certain quirk he possessed. He waved to the woman sitting behind a desk, a receptionist; he was sure of that and walked into the elevator, pushing the button which bore the number of the Prince's office. He always enjoyed the elevator tune, so tranquil, yet terribly annoying when you weren't in the mood for it. Luckily, he was always in the mood for some tranquility, even on the most horrible of days. The elevator doors opened and he was greeted by such luxury, if one couldn't guess the CEO's office was located here; he or she was surely stupid. 'Susan,' He nodded putting the bottle on the desk. And with a smile he finished; 'I have an appointment, enjoy that!' He pushed open the doors and made a polite bow, not allowing any grass to grow over it; he began politely: 'My Prince! How is business?'
Only mere moments had passed since the sun had set upon New York. A vintage model car, once put out by the car company Chrysler pulled over before the large, towering office building owned by the prince of the city himself; Julian. The empire state building, one could only stand in awe of it... the biggest of constructions all around the world, only surpassed by the World trade center, which sadly disappeared off the map. Didn't matter, he didn't own anything inside that place, but still, many Ventrue had their assets invested into aforementioned towers. But that was all in the past, all of it having happened a decade in the past. An all too familiar click heralded the door adjacent to the driver's seat opening up. A dark, foreboding figure getting out, he opened the door for the star of the evening, the Ventrue primogen.
Matthew had never been one for traditions, only keeping up with them when around other kindred. He stood tall within seconds. Brushing off his shoulders as if the air itself had befouled the expensive Italian suit he was wearing. 'I shall return shortly, Charles.' He remarked, features straight as ever as the man handed him a bottle of wine. 'In the mean time, I invite you to enjoy a drink; on my expense.' He gestured toward a bar on the corner and smiled gleefully. 'Just make sure you can drive after, okidoki?' A semi-rhetoric question, Charles had been his personal driver for well over a decade; he wouldn't fail him. Not in a million years; probably not even then.
After giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder he pushed his glasses back upon his nose and walked inside, it was a certain quirk he possessed. He waved to the woman sitting behind a desk, a receptionist; he was sure of that and walked into the elevator, pushing the button which bore the number of the Prince's office. He always enjoyed the elevator tune, so tranquil, yet terribly annoying when you weren't in the mood for it. Luckily, he was always in the mood for some tranquility, even on the most horrible of days. The elevator doors opened and he was greeted by such luxury, if one couldn't guess the CEO's office was located here; he or she was surely stupid. 'Susan,' He nodded putting the bottle on the desk. And with a smile he finished; 'I have an appointment, enjoy that!' He pushed open the doors and made a polite bow, not allowing any grass to grow over it; he began politely: 'My Prince! How is business?'