{ achidanza as graham fen &&. hanecco as charlotte buchanan }
takes place two weeks after robin and batgirl experience the drug bust at the docks.
setting;; bernard fen's mansion
Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 9:31 pm
Articles of clothing were strewn all across the room; blouses hanging from the desk’s wooden chair, stacks of sequent-ridden gowns piled high on the bedspread. As Corrie would no doubt say, it certainly looked like the scene of a tornado touchdown zone. The mess was the last means of concern Charlie was worried about though, when compared to the dire need to find something decent to wear to one of the classiest parties she’d ever had the pleasure of being invited to. Graham had no idea what this opportunity meant to her. He was used to these soirees on a regular basis but for someone of an upper-middle class stature, it was a really big deal. A severely underdressed brunette stood before her full length mirror, holding up an old silvery prom dress in front of her form before scrunching up her face in distaste. Although it would probably appear more acceptable to attend wearing one of the few party worthy dresses she owned, she just wasn’t feeling it. Hopefully she would still make an outstanding first impression while opting to dress it up her own way. Digging through her drawers, Charlotte removed a carmine blazer and unfolded the top to examine it, giving the piece her nod of approval. One couldn’t go wrong when it came to pant suits, right?
Revisiting the mirror, this time around she liked what she saw. The jacket hugged her in just the right ways, with one button fastened around her midriff and the top open to reveal her collared dress shirt underneath, and the equally form fitting trousers were enough to bring the whole outfit together. It might be petty to fuss so much over her appearance, but hey. It was the one night she actually had a reason to. The sun was just barely colliding with the horizon in the distance when Charlie had fastened the final bobby pin into her bun, checking her face for any imperfections before stowing her compact in her suit’s pocket. It would likely be hours before the frenzy of guests arrived, but she got a special invitation. By special invitation, of course, she means an ordinary text from Graham reading, “Make sure to come early, loser.” Who was she to argue with that level of authoritative demand? She was only a mere guest and she would be an absolute fool to not comply with the rich boy’s orders. Though, for her own personal record, she was more than happy to do so.
Rush hour traffic had slowed to a manageable pace by the time Charlotte had reached the back entrance of the repair shop, removing her keys from the clutch purse she held at her side. It’d been quite a while since Vagabond had seen the outdoors. With all of her jobs colliding as they tended to do, and the...incident that had happened two weeks prior, she had been neglected and her owner felt extremely guilty for leaving her all alone like that. ”Hey, baby. Did you miss me? You better believe I’ve been missing you,” the brunette cooed to her bike as the garage door clanked while she lifted it out of the way. This reunion was long overdue, which was why Graham’s insists on sending an escort her way were cordially rejected. VIP treatment would have been great, but nothing beat the freeing sensation that Vagabond offered during travel. As she flicked on the ignition, Charlie’s eyes lit up like a child’s when the engine roared to life and she pushed up the kickstand in order to wheel it out of the holding unit. After sealing the metal door and making sure everything was locked up again, the rest was history. Even in heels and her tight suit the road was no match for the pair of them. She could feel the eyes staring in her direction, no doubt scouting out how ridiculous she looked all dressed up and going out for a joyride. But to be frank, she paid them no mind at all. Chances were, they weren’t headed to some mansion somewhere via a hand written invitation.
The bright screen of the phone in her hand shone the address Graham had sent her the night before, but as she pulled up to the place in question, she was awestruck. No offense, Boy Wonder, but this place beat out the mansion she’d tracked him to before. It beat that house by a longshot. A jungle of greenery and bougainvillea littered the path leading up to the gate, which was far grander than any she’d seen before.The gate alone likely equated to the entire mortgage of her house. It had always been a fleeting thought of hers how one person dealt with having that much money under their belt, but she’d never been given the chance to actually get close enough to ask any one person with that much money. But here she was, in the flesh. The gates seemed to welcome her as they swung open to grant her access to the property, and she felt as though she were in another world entirely when she caught a glimpse of what was on the other side. Charlotte nearly strayed straight off the gravel path, having been caught up in staring at the pillars that decorated the front of the enormous mansion. The driveway itself had to be at least a mile long. Or well it sure felt that way, at least.
A well dressed man halted her as she approached around the loop and the suit-clad brunette blinked at him for a few moments before catching the hint he was trying to let on. The valet had given her a warm look, welcoming her with the highest regard, but judging by the way he quickly glanced down at her mode of transportation it reminded her that motorcycles probably were not typically seen around there. Well, she might be the odd man out but she wasn’t going to complain about having to park her bike in the safety of one of Grandfather Fen’s personal garages. Charlie had never laid eyes on so many majorly expensive vehicles in one place. Where would this man even need to go with all these cars? It was a mechanic’s paradise.
Before she had much time to observe, an entourage of servants arrived to fetch “Master Graham’s honorary guest”, and whatever other mess of flattering titles they’d showered her with. Obviously she was getting the celebrity treatment. Without the heat of paparazzi and social pressures, she could enjoy such a lavish lifestyle. Her head was spinning by the time the group of maids and butlers alike ushered her into the foyer as they went to announce her arrival. If her jaw hadn’t been hanging open before, it most definitely was hitting the carpet at that point. It was simply decorated compared to what she could see of the rest of the estate, but the crystal chandelier hanging above just screamed extravagance. Wow, she was really going to make a fool of herself if she kept this up. Gawking at every tiny thing that glittered wasn’t going to win her a rightful first impression, it was just going to make her look just as out of her element as she felt. Keep it cool, dummy. You can’t let the Boy Blunder see you looking so stupefied. Rather than wait there staring, Charlie whipped out her phone and shot Graham a text. ”Nice house, rich boy. Better get down here before I up and get lost! (;(;” Getting lost was certainly an option when just the entrance room by itself was large enough to house an average family of four comfortably. The kid better hurry or she was going to go a’wondering on her own.
✫with // No one, presently.____✫location // The Granfather Fen residence____✫thoughts // Why can't this by my house...____✫ooc // And thus the party begins!
