Post by cuckoo on Mar 23, 2013 19:05:08 GMT -8
Manhattan, a place that never slept. On the 61st floor of the Empire State Building was a party, a party that only the most elite got invitations to. Celebrities, models, old money, you named it and they showed, each mingling and discussing just how much money they had and why they were better than the billionaire two feet away from them. Classy group of people, assuredly.
Through the lobby, the triplets were stopped by a clipboard, blocking the path to the elevator doors. Suspicious eyes fell on the blondes as they sashayed their way to the man, smiling as sweet as they could. "Names?"
"We're the Cuckoos. We're right at the top of the list." Phoebe spoke with such certainty, a regular person might not even question, though this man's entire job was centered on him asking questions.
"Right at the top of the list..." The man repeated back, as though the words had been planted in his mind. Without a second glance to the list of names, his hand swung out in a motion to allow the girls to pass by the security, watching ever so closely.
Stepping into the elevator, the girls watched as the numbers lit up, one by one as the metal box rose higher inside the building. When the doors opened, the music was the first to hit them. Provided by a man in a tuxedo as a grand piano, with violins and cellos surrounding him, classical notes wafted through the perfume-filled air. A cool air rose from the white marble, polished to a shining level, beckoning the girls to step forward.
Walking out of the elevator, the girls seemed to both fit in with the others, and stand out so much. Of course eyes instantly turned to them, people pushing and prodding to try and get their own view of the scene that captivated so many. Identical blonde triplets were not a sight one saw every day.
The white fabric of their gowns hung off their shoulders, dipping at the chest in a 'V'. The fabric fell all the way to the ground in light ripples, with a slit at the side of their leg, making it's way up to mid-thigh. Blonde hair was pulled upwards, an intricate up-do from which thin strands fell in curls to frame their face. From their ears hung diamond drop-earrings, with a matching necklace that sparkled like early-morning dew. Walking forth in their 'V' formation, Phoebe led the way as Celeste and Mindee flanked her sides.
Through the lobby, the triplets were stopped by a clipboard, blocking the path to the elevator doors. Suspicious eyes fell on the blondes as they sashayed their way to the man, smiling as sweet as they could. "Names?"
"We're the Cuckoos. We're right at the top of the list." Phoebe spoke with such certainty, a regular person might not even question, though this man's entire job was centered on him asking questions.
"Right at the top of the list..." The man repeated back, as though the words had been planted in his mind. Without a second glance to the list of names, his hand swung out in a motion to allow the girls to pass by the security, watching ever so closely.
Stepping into the elevator, the girls watched as the numbers lit up, one by one as the metal box rose higher inside the building. When the doors opened, the music was the first to hit them. Provided by a man in a tuxedo as a grand piano, with violins and cellos surrounding him, classical notes wafted through the perfume-filled air. A cool air rose from the white marble, polished to a shining level, beckoning the girls to step forward.
Walking out of the elevator, the girls seemed to both fit in with the others, and stand out so much. Of course eyes instantly turned to them, people pushing and prodding to try and get their own view of the scene that captivated so many. Identical blonde triplets were not a sight one saw every day.
The white fabric of their gowns hung off their shoulders, dipping at the chest in a 'V'. The fabric fell all the way to the ground in light ripples, with a slit at the side of their leg, making it's way up to mid-thigh. Blonde hair was pulled upwards, an intricate up-do from which thin strands fell in curls to frame their face. From their ears hung diamond drop-earrings, with a matching necklace that sparkled like early-morning dew. Walking forth in their 'V' formation, Phoebe led the way as Celeste and Mindee flanked her sides.
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