Thread: The wrong neighborhood (Claire and Holdthedoor)

Name Chloe Anna Schmidt Nickname Chloe, Caz Height 5'8 Weight 128lbs Age 22 Relationship status Dating a connected young law school student - Peter Forrester about 8 months or so. Occupation Just completed senior year, and now looking at an MSc at a pretty big business school in the city. Parents Father Michael Schmidt 68 - Owner and partner at Persimmon Investments. Mother Angela Schmidt53 - Former lawyer at Persimmon, now pretty much a lady of leisure. Younger Brother Andrew Daniel Schmidt 17 - High School student Attitude Confident, even somewhat bratty. A little privileged and snooty as a result of her upbringing. However, Alex is also quite independent! Bio Chloe Anna Schmidt was undoubtedly privileged. She'd grown up with her family in the affluent DC suburbs, and although she'd always moved around with her family, they had never lived in anything other than relative luxury. Indeed for as long as she'd been alive her parents had been people of significant means. Yet it was more than money, both of her Chloe's parents had friends and old colleagues connected to some of the biggest and most prestigious institutions in the city. Her family on the whole had demonstrated that they could certainly give Chloe and her younger brother lives which were generally free from any serious concern or anxiety, and a future which was deeply secure. Yet the Schmidt family were not even actually multi-millionaires, and they were not going to be found on the Forbes list any time soon either - their real money was tied up in the firm and in shares which they could hardly sell - but the Schmidt family name went a long way. They were invited to every blue riband event, had their names on almost any exclusive political donor list, and they were on the top table at almost all of the cities big fund raising galas. But while Chloe's family might have been well-known, even somewhat highly regarded, they were not quite as rich and as renowned as the company which they kept. In fact when Chloe had been in elementary school she'd known fully well that her father was a high ranking lawyer at some big litigator downtown. Then before she'd hit middle school he'd cashed in his stock options, sold up, and bought into property and investments. He'd spent tens of thousands buying up the cheap repossessed homes and half-abandoned social housing which were popular south of the river. Through his connections he had from his time in college he managed to get permits and planning permission to evict the tenants, renovate and make the lots much more saleable. So it was, that before Chloe's 14th birthday, suddenly her family had their own firm. The Schmidt's had their start, and although the company he'd built - Persimmon Investments - was stable and big enough to bring positive attention, it didn't quite put them into the bracket which her father aspired to, they were wealthy, even relatively rich, but they were not exactly rolling in it. Chloe and her little brother certainly reaped the rewards of her father's opportunism, his seemingly ruthless endeavor in exploiting the financial crash and the mortgage crisis. Chloe had the privilege of attending the biggest shindigs in the city, partying with local politicos and minor celebrities of the social scene. Both her and Andrew had been paid into attending the rather impressive and exclusive private school Foxborough, and they'd enjoyed skiing breaks to Japan, Canada and the French Alps as well as beach breaks in the Bahamas, Mexico and Portugal. In High School Chloe had done well enough, she was an entitled but reasonably bright - though not stellar - student, and her determination and high expectations delivered good results. All the while, her father Michael Schmidt positioned himself politically, getting traction with the local republican party, and gaining a place on the local city council himself. But despite the privilege Chloe had a precocious streak, her attitude certainly didn't lend itself to taking the easy gains, and sitting back on her laurels. Indeed Chloe felt the need to prove something, to take things on and show that everything anyone else could do, she could step up and take on herself! The attractive brunette had figured out in High School that she needed to be respected, and that she wanted nothing more than prove to everyone that she could do thing her way. So it was, that while the attractive and privileged girl might not have been the most intellectual, nor even the most studious, she was driven, dedicated and independent. Without any real intention, Chloe had slowly become a female model of her own father... and she'd done so without ever really realizing the deep flaws of the man she so admired and had rather begun to emulate. At college Chloe had found herself staring at choices which looked all too familiar. She'd earned her place into a few prestigious institutions, and had offers from a couple more on the basis of her name and family connections. But earning her place had been important, and if anything simply made Chloe feel significantly more self-righteous. Her college of choice was everything she'd wanted it was selective, elite, and rather acted as an echo chamber for her special brand of liberal conservatism. Chloe jumped at the chance to join a lacrosse team, the campus newspaper, the social event committee and upon her dads suggestion even the vibrant college young republican society. The whole thing was a perfect fit! Yet she did have one irritation with her college experience, one group of people who simply didn't sit right with her on campus, the only people she could see who were not there on merit the athletes! Their arrogant attitude grated on her more than she wished to admit, and every time she had bumped into them she'd found herself rolling her eyes and walking away dumbfounded. IT didn't matter that she had a boyfriend they felt entitled to hit on her, it was irrelevant that they might not be her type at all, or that she'd knocked them back, they were insistent that she should entertain their banter, attitude and humor. So far as Chloe had become concerned, the guys were little more than entitled sexist jerks. But not all guys were like that. Chloe had a boyfriend very much on her own terms. They had met towards the end of high school at one of the fund raising events her father held. Although it took a little time at first, and the spark had been far from instant, the whole thing had blossomed into something more serious the winter-break of her sophomore year. Almost 10 months later and despite the distance between them their relationship was almost a rather perfect social match He was the respectful, thoughtful and clean cut attractive guy from lawyer stock, and Chloe came from the same respected social and political pool. Although their parents were only acquaintances, there had been nothing but smiles, hand-shakes and warmth when they had all met at one of the mayor's functions, and she could tell there was more than a little pride from her mother. The whole thing had been like little pieces falling into place. When Chloe finally finished up with college she'd had no doubt that it was time to return home and spend the summer productively. She had friends skiing in New Zealand, touring in Europe, or simply enjoying the art scene there in the city, but Chloe wanted to get into something more serious. Within a month she was an intern at her dads office, and within two she was out in the suburbs and the boroughs checking on his properties and investments... and so it was that she ended up in Grant Cross... a taxi ride across town, and somewhere that investment and gentrification looked like they might make her father a very rich man... ------------------------------------------------------- Jesus... what a shitty place to live! The attractive young brunette muttered to herself, her eyes adjusting to the amber light of the late winter afternoon. The building behind her was decrepit, but it was functional. The homes were all in decent order, and the utilities were certainly what her father had told her to expect, but that was his job he knew what he was buying, and he knew how much it could sell for if he had the right permits, planning and renovations. But as Chloe looked up and down the wintry avenue her concerns were suddenly taken somewhere else entirely she didn't see a bus, a taxi or a metro bridge for what looked like a 4-5 blocks each way. Shit... where the fuck do I go? she posed silently to herself, looking each way before fishing her little blue iPhone out of the right hand pocket of her nice black leather jacket. What? no signal? seriously!? she almost cursed, stuffing her hand -and phone- back into her pocket, and she started walking back in the direction she'd come. Chloe was certain she'd seen a metro station on her taxi-ride across town... she certainly wasn't going to stand around waiting in what was definitely not her side of town!