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| Topic Started: Sep 8 2011, 02:29 AM (197 Views) | |
| Katherine Bishop | Sep 8 2011, 02:29 AM Post #1 |
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August 4th Thursday, 8:30pm Eleanor Bishop Foundation Banquet Kate's Attire Derek Bishop walked to the podium of the Dining Hall filled with New York’s social elite. Tapping the mic he called for the attention of the room. The buzz of social chatter of those who had arrived within the last hour slowly died down until all in attendance turned to focus on him. A warm smile formed on the face of the usually stern man as he cleared his throat to speak. “Greeting ladies and gentleman. I want to thank you all for coming to show your support on this day that is special to both me and my family.” A nod was made in the direction his daughters Kate and Susan stood, side by side with the same smile beaming from their lips. “We are gathered here today to honor my dear late wife Eleanor who spent her life doing what she could to help those less fortunate. A cause that my family has seen through these would be continued in her name. And so with the help of those like her who wish to aid those in need we have come to form the Eleanor Bishop Foundation.” A hand was gestured behind him where a vile dropped to reveal a picture of Eleanor Bishop. Even through illustration her smile felt just as warm and radiant as when she was alive. There was an eruption of applause that filled the room but then died down so that Mr. Bishop could continue. “I wish my wife could be here to see this day. And how amazing our daughters have grown in her image.” Susan and Kate squeezed one another’s hands as a silent glance was shared between them. No word was needed to voice how much they too wished their mother was still here to see this day and them as well. “Now I will ask that you please give my daughter Katherine your attention as she plays for you one of my wife’s favorite pieces.” Again the room fell into applause as Kate nodded and made her way to the center of the hall where her mother’s cello sat in wait for her. Once she took her seat with the instrument others of the room came closer. With instrument and bow in place she began to play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 with the skill that would amaze those drawn into her music even further if they knew she had not one lesson with the cello. Her skill an echoing memory of the days she’d watch her mother play, mirroring the same technique without flaw. The room filled with the music and her heart filled with joy as she felt her mother’s presence among them in the melody. Funny how at ease she felt playing before the crowd when normally Kate would cringe at being in such a setting. She never took to social events as well as her sister and father did but another skilled learned from her mother was how to hide it well. As the song came to an end applause again took control of the room, this time a little longer and louder than before. Kate stood with a bow of her head before placed the instrument back into its setting before she would make her way through the crowd to where her sister stood. Offering a ‘thank you’ along the way to those who greeted her with praise. “It is amazing how much you play just like her.” Susan spoke once Kate was at her side again. It was clear from the dampness in her eyes that the music had touched the older sister deeply. “She was great teacher.” The sisters joined hands and walked through the room. “The turnout was far more than I could’ve asked for.” Looking around the room nearly filled from wall to wall. “Well when father tells someone to be somewhere I surely doubt there is anyone who would tell him no.” They shared a laugh as Kate’s gaze cut through the crowd toward her father and brother-in-law who seemed to be having a discussion amongst some of her father’s colleagues. “Don’t look now but I believe your husband may be in need of rescuing. I can see him shaking from here.” Derek Bishop was a very intimidating man to many in this world, save probably only his family. And no one was more nervous in his company than Kate’s brother-in-law. Kate remembered the day he asked for Susan’s hand in marriage. She wasn’t sure he was going to make it through his speech before the poor boy had a heart attack. Susan shook her head. “When will father take it easy on him?” “I’d wager some time during the winter season…of hell.” She laughed as her sister broke away to go protect her husband. Kate stood alone in the crowd and was suddenly feeling as if she was in need of some air. These events were always too stuffy for her. Making her way to the patio doors she stepped out into the night air and took a deep breath. A lot of work had gone into this event and she was happy with the outcome. The Foundation had already reached out to numerous organizations offering aid in anyway they needed. From the shelters she volunteered at that needed money to stay afloat to even some corporations that while not in need of funds could use support in other venues as they helped those oppressed. This was truly a night that no one could spoil. |
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| Overkill | Sep 8 2011, 04:36 AM Post #2 |
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OOC: Yeah... Sorry about the length, I got a little carried away I think... :/ The suit Getting ready for a party like this was always hard. Blake wasn't good at the little decisions. Big decisions where you could think of reasons and logic to support either side he could work with. He thought about them, weighed the relative merits and came to a conclusion. Simple. Little decisions on the other hand, they were far more difficult, when there was no reason why one choice should go above the other (because let's face it it barely mattered) it was hard to pick one. Party prep was like that for the young heir although maybe not in the way many would expect. He had his suit, that was easy. An Armani of his father's he had found in the apartment. It was a tad small as he was a bit bigger than his father had been, but it was nice to be wearing one of the old man's suits and he had to admit it did look damn good on him. It wasn't like he was in much danger of ripping his pants while he wrote cheques either. No it wasn't the clothes or the shoes or any of that rubbish. It was the car. Turning up to a bash like this was half of the fun, and when you rolled in, driving your own luxury sports car instead of being chauffeured in in a big slow comfort car was one of the joys of a rich people party. The problem was, which one? Blake stood, a look of real indecisiveness painted across his face. He could go in the Aston, they weren't very common over here and it did look amazing. Then again people might react better something that they knew, like the Ferrari or the R8. Eventually the young man flipped a coin and snatched the keys for the Ferrari, engine roaring off down the road only seconds later. Upon arriving at the swanky event Blake popped his keys out of his arm, straight into the hands of a waiting valet who looked as though all his Christmases had come at once to be holding the key to a Ferrari 430. The Englishman smiled at the thought of making a kid's day by letting him park his car. After all the guy probably wasn't any older than he was and he got to drive that car whenever he wanted, and not just in car parks either. It certainly wasn't a bad life. None the less it had its drawbacks, and one was guilt. Blake reminded himself of this as he shuffled off up the stairs towards the function, passing through the camera flashes and quickly greeting the odd person he knew. He was here because even though he had all that money and he could buy his flash cars, he felt like if he didn't do something good with the rest that he was a failure as a human being. After what had happened at X-Corp he had known that he had to help. He started by donating a lump sum to the mutant organization, but then he had heard about this new Foundation, one that was supporting not only X-Corp but numerous other causes, a few more of them mutant related too. So here he was, about to throw an obscene amount of money at these people to help them help the world. It was nice to give back though. Whether it was two dollars or two million, knowing that you were putting others before yourself was just a good feeling. The party was nice. Not really his scene, the fancy, poncy stuff, but he could appreciate the work that had gone into it and the way that people could like all this. He just wasn't an upper-class man by heart. He had grown up on the wrong side of London for that, regardless of how much money his family had possessed. There was champagne going around but Blake showed surprising self-restraint. He may have been a bit off the rails but he had never drunk driven in his life and he wasn't planning to start now. So he nibbled away at the free food until the proceedings started with the founder of the charity standing up and giving a speech, then passing the stage onto his daughter. Blake managed to tear his attention away from the savory half way to his mouth as she strolled elegantly across the stage. Frozen, with a pie in the air in front of his face, the boy tracked her with his eyes. She was pretty he had to admit, and ignoring the dress or the body underneath would have been a crime to be sure. That was a fit heiress alright. He had been out with one or two of them before but he sincerely doubted that this one was the same. For a start none of the others were smart enough or willing to put in enough effort to play an instrument like that. There was more too, for a start she didn't wave like a ninny and blow kisses at the crowd like most of those attention obsessed girls did. Secondly there was something more subtle. Blake's powers afforded him a very good sense of movement, it was just something he had always listened to, and right now it was telling him there was a precision and smoothness in the girl's movement that alluded to something more. The performance moved on but the east-ender found himself uncomfortable. It was hot and stuffy in the large room, and he was in a bloody black and gray suit under the powerful lights high above. And while he could appreciate the melodies of the music, it wasn't exactly his usual music choice and he could only hold his attention to it for so long. He slipped outside into the fresh quiet night air as the sounds of the young woman's music drifted out after him. He sighed and looked out across the city from the tiled area, his arms resting on an ornamental metal handrail. The world was going crazy. Again. He saw the lights of New York sprawled out and wondered which ones were mutants, and which ones were little Purifiers praying and checking their closets for his kind before bed. He pushed the Purifiers from his mind though, they had been bouncing around in there a lot recently as his brain had tried to categorize and figure out the things he had seen. Then there was a noise behind him and he turned his head to see the young woman from the stage strolling outside. He turned, propping his elbows on the handrail instead as he leaned backwards on it. He looked her quickly up and down, observing in silence for a second before he spoke in his cockney accent. "Nice bash you got going on 'ere." He said with a little smile. "Gotta say you skimped a little on the location though. I think you should've gone that one tiny step further and held it in Buckingham Palace." He joked as he waved a hand at the lavish setting. After flashing her a quick smile he leaned forward and held out a hand to introduce himself. "Blake Evans. 'Ere to lighten my wallet a tad. The extra weight's been raising my gas costs." He said with a shrug and a grin, dropping in another jest for good measure. |
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| Katherine Bishop | Sep 13 2011, 04:19 AM Post #3 |
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Kate enjoyed the few minutes she had in life to just breathe. Or maybe seconds was more accurate. For her there was very little space allowed for free time. Between training, her volunteer work and doing what she could to keep her family in tact she sometimes wished there were more hours in a day. And now she added the duties that would come with a foundation on top of it…why it would be a miracle if she didn’t go completely gray before the year was out. Maybe she should be spending this time to enjoy this lavish function she helped put together. Such a thing might be easier if her mind wasn’t moving a mile a minute trying to put the chaos of her life into order. Even now she was trying to decide how long she could wait before she ventured to the back hall and checked her phone for call from SHIELD. Just in case duty called she also had her uniform and gear tucked away so she could spring to action without hesitation. Might have seemed a bit over prepared for some still on trainee status but as she came to know from life you should expect the unexpected. To be honest now that the event had begun and ran so smoothly she would welcome a distraction from the social crowd. Her sister and father could handle things from here and if she could she would sneak away before anyone even noticed she was missing. Alas this was just another duty that came with the name Bishop. Especially when it came to something that would’ve been so important to her dear mother. Taking a breath in to prepare herself to return she spun around to head back in when a voice caught her attention. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of a guy standing off against the railing of the patio. He was a stranger in her eyes but still she greeted him with a pleasant smile, twisting so she fully faced him. “Thank you.” Offering him the same inviting warmth she’d offer a friend or complete stranger. He was different from some of the other guest who attended. A rugged look to his posture and grooming that seemed out of place in the regal bunch gathered here tonight. Yet an air of confidence that surrounded him telling her that he never felt out of place no matter where he stood. His smile was not stuffy as some of the others and it made her actually take a step closer to him. A laugh was offered in respond to his joke. “Well I appreciate the suggestion. But I gather from your accent that you may be a tad bias in your opinion on location.” Closing the gap between them she returned his hand with her own. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Evans. I’m Katherine Bishop.” It was odd. For a moment she felt as if she could relax. Not have to worry if her shoulders were square or her chin held high as she did in the company of socialites. Still she knew where she was and couldn’t become too lax in her appearance. Of course she laughed a little too heard at the mention of lightening his wallet. A proper response might have been ‘All donations are welcomed to help the benefit of others.’ Instead she cocked her head to the side with a smug grin, “Well a girl is always happy to lighten a guy’s wallet when she can.” Ending it with a wink. Kate turned her head towards the party she felt she needed to get back to but instead chose enjoying the company of Blake instead. She didn’t know much about the guy other than recalling his name from the list of guest she ran through. A gift when it came to photographic memory yet he was still nothing more than a name. Anyone who wanted to attend the function was welcomed. Coming to stand before him she held her hand folded at her back, “So Mr…I mean Blake. I haven’t seen you at too many of these functions before. Do you travel these circles often or are we just lucky to have you appear tonight?” A cock of her eyebrow with the end of her words. |
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| Overkill | Sep 20 2011, 02:27 PM Post #4 |
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It was a pleasant surprise to be sure, and one that told of luck Blake didn't think he had. Sure he had caught some major lucky breaks in his life, ones like the family he was born into being well off and the his parents caring enough to not disown him upon finding out about his powers. These were things he counted among his blessings, and as much as he was happy to have them, he realized that typically, day to day things didn't often fall effortlessly his way. So with a little smile on his face he headed into conversation with the pretty girl who had just been dumped before him. It was a convenience, but in no way coincidence. Blake suspected that they had both ended up out there due to a similarity in their personalities, neither of them seemed like the usual spoiled youngster type. To be honest it was a breath of fresh air to the young man, who had to deal with stuffy people day in and day out. She kindly thanked him for his praise of the party, be it less than the flowery language she was probably used to or not. A warm smile was returned before Blake launched into the stand up routine, starting with a jab at the extravagant location, which to his surprise was met with a joke in return. He was so shocked to hear humor at that place that he almost fell backwards over the balcony rail. Well... Not quite but he did raise his eyebrows in impressed surprise. "A sense of humor too... You should market that you know, it's a rare resource around 'ere." He laughed. After a quick and casual introduction she responded in kind and accepted his hand shake. The comment about his wallet seemed to go down well and he laughed in return as she made a dig at women. The evening was quiet as they stood outside and the noises of the party floated through the doors to the balcony as the smooth jazz band started back up, a little reminder that they weren't chilling at a house party. There was a room back there full of people who expected formality, and primness, needless to say Blake didn't find the urge to head back inside very strong either. Especially not that crowd, he had found recently that he was being pushed even further and further away from the upper class human population. They all seemed to have certain opinions on mutants, and they weren't often good. The powerful felt threatened, the rich were angered by the property damage, the ponsy were unwilling to accept the stranger looking mutants, and they were all more than happy to voice it. Blake felt like an outsider in this crowd, more than that even, an enemy. He was here anyway though. Why? Because he wasn't the type to be deterred, least of all from a good cause. People needed his help and he could give it by being here. There was no way he would see a good cause stopped. Katherine spoke again, drawing the young man from his thoughts as she asked if he was often at these sorts of events. He shot a glance back inside, looking unimpressed at the people there as he sighed inwardly. "Well it depends I s'pose. I prefer to be charitable from the comfort of my couch normally, but my people tell me that I should make appearances at these sorts of things more often. So ya must be lucky then." He responded with a little smile. "As you may have guessed, all this ain't really my cup of tea. The crowds and the people and what not... I wasn't really brought up in all o' this." The mutant admitted with a little shrug. "What about you then? You the it-girl on the charity scene are ya?" He asked with a chuckle. |
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