Upper Meets Lower

Walter Hayward hated life. He felt that there just wasn't a point to it. He could go into the workhouses so he could get food and a bed, but the jobs looked to be tedious and painful. They were meant to punish you for being poor, afterall. Walter had no parents, they were long gone into the looming structure of the workhouse. Not him. Oh, Walter would grasp the last string of Arachne's thread before he went into the poorhouse. Walter made a 'living', albeit very little money was ever earned. When an upperclassmen would roam his streets after dark alone, you could bet that they'd have little to nothing left on themselves when they got home. Sure, it wasn't necessarily equitable, but it was life. Those upper class snobs had it coming to them anyway, ignoring crying, starving children just because they weren't in the same class level as each other. Now, Walter was no better with his cursing out the children, but at least he noticed them.

Louis Cagny felt that anyone lower than him in the social structure wasn't important, and didn't care for them at all. To him, 'all live's are of equal value' was a complete load of the horse feces that sometimes lined the poorer streets. After all, if they were so equal, then everyone would be just as dirt poor as the next person, which obviously wasn't the case. After all, he himself was filthy rich, and the people currently on the streets or in workhouses were so obviously dirt-stinking-poor. He lived in a manor, and they lived in dirty, filthy, and disgusting alleys. To him, the less contact with those.... vermin the better.

This is a co-write between Sama and Mamore. It started off as a six page english language arts historical fiction assignment based on A Christmas Carol by Dickens, but well... it took on a life of its own.