Rated M for: violence, language, sexuality, discrimination.
27 March 1843; Victorian England, London.
The winter finally had left the city of London, the snow was finally gone and made the streets seem normal again. It was a long winter, colder than normal it seemed that it sucked all the live out of every single creature. The mood of almost every single person had changed, their faces grown hard and tired and hardly anyone was smiling, even the birds weren't singing their songs and the cats had stopped caching the mice for weeks on end. But now the weather had changed people started to feel alive again. The butcher was whistling his tune, the flower girls singing their songs, the birds where showing themselves again and even the first butterfly's had been seen around the flower stands. The whole city was coming back to live.
It was around 9.30 in the evening and the The Haymarket Theatre just opened his doors to let his visitors out. The rich filled the streets within minutes and with that the horse drawn carriages came back to live. The drivers whipped their animals and made them troth to the sidewalks, picking up costumers who wanted to go home. It went slow as always, and most of the men and women standing in the sidewalk started to talk about the show Pygmalion they just had witnessed, it was a new show. And tonight it was the first night it was on stage. Most of the people where very impressed by the play and where talking loudly about it as well. Between al the noise was a young man, he did not look any older than 32 and was known for his distant and somewhat narcissistic personality. Mister Frederick Mensdorff was his name and with him was his only friend (and the only person who could stand Mensdorff) Mister Darling a 28 young man who always had a smile on his face, even during the long cold winter. They both knew each other from their childhood years and both loved to visit the theaters, they both where well known around the theater district but occasionally loved to venture out and see new plays in new theaters.
We better head out of here, I do not wish to stand in this crowded mess any longer. Mensdorff said, trying to get to the front end of the line, he had his way of not pushing but still forcing people away with his presents alone he was hoping hard to catch one of the first carriages. But as everyone els he had to be patience and he never liked that. He seemed spoiled that way, looking down on others like they where nothing els than little insects he would love to crush under his cane."Calm down Frederick you will get there before the clocks strike ten. That bottle of whiskey you have been talking about, will still be there. Mister Darling said, trying to make his friend stop pushing people aside with his mind. What did you think about the show, I find it to be hilarious and genius. A rich man trying to make a young poor girl look and play the part of a Duchess. Mister Darling laughed thinking about it. Some faces turned around, looking at him with dismay. But Darling never minded that, he always been a free spirited man. Mensdorff on the other hand was a stiff man. Even he looked at his friend shaking his head in disbelieve "For once behave yourself George, we are surounded by ... before he even could finish is sentence Darling spoke Vultures, harpys, rattlesnakes? Mensdorff looked at his friend in shock and looked around if anyone heard. But nobody seemed to heard Darling. He smiled for a while, he did agree with is friend to some level. Well, yes.. but don't say that to loud. You might make the women faint. Mensdorff whispered to his friend.
(( and there ScottichGal the story begins))