@summer--evans
Slow music from the party drifted out of the gilded doors and into the softly lit hallway. Large ornamental lamps hung from long brass chains lining the ceiling, casting their dim light and softening the bold patterns on the wallpaper. A tallish boy in a very nice jacket paced idly in a hallway alcove, occasionally stopping to examine the large painting on display there. His clothes spoke of wealth, and very well they should- he was the son of Thomas and Regina Pearson- the wealthiest family in Marathon City. His mother was the reason for this party, she was beginning a foray into the politics of the city that probably wouldn't last very long. The boy had slipped into the hallway as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand anyone in that ballroom.