Thread: Miracles Can Always Happen (Yuna & CaptainPeriwinkle's 1x1)

Jonathan Harris While the rest of the world seemed to be crumbling around them, the Harris family was making money. It was something to be said, there was money in misery, and this was the case even in the year 2050. For the quitters out there, it was easier to just accept that things were simpler. For whatever reason, people accepted simple as a means to give up the things they coveted for a much easier life, the Harris family sought to accrue more wealth. They had one of the biggest financial empires in the country, if not the world, and the cause was nothing short of genius. His father, an old timey Jew, was as penny pinching and as frugal as they came. Nothing came easy for young Jonathan, not even money. The passing of his father was rough. His mother was growing old and senile, and the symptoms just seemed to get worse and worse. His father served as her anchor to keep her grounded and keep her making good decisions. After his father had died, she had gone off the deep end. For all intents and purposes, Jonathan was running the company now and his mother just served as a figure head. No one on the company's board of directors trusted her and turned to Jonathan for the decisions. As sad as it was to say, his mother was nothing more than a figurehead at this point. An old, delusional figurehead. It had been his mother's idea to hold a masquerade ball and it was an idea that Jonathan had decided to run with. It could be fun, he would open it to everyone who wanted to come, and for once in their pitiful little lives he would show them what luxury was. Jonathan certainly wasn't the sort of man who would give handouts towards the citizens, but he also wasn't one to shove his money in their faces. It seemed very hypocritical what he was doing in regards to the ball, but technically it was his mother's idea, and technically she was the one that was throwing the party. In this time, much like throughout history, those with the money and the wealth seized control of power. This was no different. The country was without a king after the passing of his father. After that, his older brother seized the throne, and while his older brother was busy running the country, he was busy running the business. It was perfect, they stayed out of each other's hair, and they made it so they would be taken care of. In this way, Jonathan was still technically a prince. He was the heir to the throne if something were to happen to his older brother, god forbid. The ball was in a few hours, and the announcement would be made tonight. He would be mingling with the crowd, and he would find out if any of them were potentially suitable brides. There would really be no way to tell, everyone would be on the lookout for the king. The party had started, and the announcement had been made towards the start. Most of the citizens knew of their new king, and had heard rumors of the other prince circulating around. There were large and lavish ice sculptures of mythical creatures, Gods, and of course the main skyscraper the company owned. There were fountains of cheese and chocolate, as well as a large banquet table that always seemed to be restocked, and always seemed to be full of food. The large chandelier that hung over the ball room floor must have cost a small fortune to make, and it likely cost more than most of the people's net worth. It was simple. Jonathan had long been mingling, and while there had been some that caught his interest, he knew he had to work his way through them as quickly as possible in order to at least meet them. Stopping for juat a moment by the food table, Jonathan let out a sigh. It would be a few moments before the dance would officially begin. Everyone just seemed to be mingling and wondering which one was the prince. With the mask over his face, however, Jonathan felt a little safer. No one suspected him. .