Elsewhere Chronicles: Grimm (DISCONTINUED)

0.2: A Monochrome Masquerade

Tis' was a beautiful summer night for celebrations. The night was only starting as guests were arriving into the Snow Inc. owned building en masse for the ball. Each were greeted with a wonderfully lush, decadent and decorated ballroom. Gold, ivory and ebony engravings and priceless pieces of art decorated the walls as masked servers offered food and drinks to the invited elites of the world. As the party ramped up and the last of the guests finally showed up, a masked man in a tasteful white tuxedo stood atop the podium. He taps his glass into the microphone as a call to attention. He removed his mask and started his opening speech.

(CEO of Snow Innovations, Dorian Snow): "Good evening my friends. I hope you are having a wonderful night so far."

A few cheers were shouted from the crowd. He continued with his speech.

(Dorian): "I am glad that so many of you managed to make an appearance despite these... troubled and busy times. Truthfully, I am glad and honoured, to have you here with me."

he let his guests give him a small round of applause before finishing his speech.

(Dorian): "and finally, I welcome you all to have a fantastic night. May fortune be ever kind."

Everyone gave him a round of vigorous applause before enjoying the party. After his speech, Dorian snow sat down and sighed, slightly exasperated.

(Dorian): "Where is that idiot?"

MEANWHILE.

Inside a dressing room, a young man is being offered countless gaudy suits to wear for the ball, he tapped his foot in frustration while in his underwear.

(Heir of Snow Innovation, Baron Snow): "For fuck's sake, I am NOT wearing any of these."

One of the maids, intimidated at her master's frustration, meekly responded.

(Maid, Matilda): "But... master Dorian asked us to provide you with these. He insists that-"

He snapped back.

(Baron): "I. Don't. Give. A. SHIT."

She sighed in defeat. A young butler knocked at the door before letting himself in.

(Baron's Personal man-servant, Abel): "It's OK Matilda, I'll deal with our rambunctious master."

(Matilda): "A-as you wish, sir."

She left skittishly, making the butler sigh.

(Abel): "Why are you like this?"

The young noble glared angrily at his manservant.

(Baron): "As I said, I am not-"

(Abel): "Wearing that fucking suit. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Quit being a bitch and get in. Master Dorian is waiting."

(Baron): "Fuck you, Abel. I'm not going into that ballroom full of dipshits flaring like a damned peacock."

Abel leaned against the door frame, relaxed but annoyed.

(Abel): "Look, the faster you get in your suit, the faster you can enjoy the party. And the ladies."

The young master sighed after trying to stare off Abel. He failed quite miserably I might add.

(Baron): "Dude, you know I fucking hate these types of events."

Abel softly put his hand on his master's shoulder. He added, in a similarly gentle fashion.

(Abel): "I know, baron. But your father insists. Besides, it would be weird if the son of the CEO of one of the biggest companies on Terra was absent at his own event."