From Parties; to Politics; to Clearing (Open)

After ending his day and long night of staying out in the city with his best company, he would recall of this night; in which didn't compare to many others since the time of his schooling. All throughout the experience, the group had enjoyed the festivity being held about, while partying amongst friends in the area. Much after the excitement had ended, Araval had decided to head in for the night, knowing he would have to get up eventually tomorrow. However, although he tried his hardest to simply let himself fall asleep, his mind would keep pacing itself to think and not rest, causing him to lie awake, frustrated. Many a time he tossed and turned, adjusting the temperature of the room, sometimes getting a refreshment here and there, but always refusing to give up his efforts. Eventually he'd drift off, but it wasn't until an hour or two that sleep finally found him in the late night.

In his dreams, he recalled the long moments spent at clubs in the days of which he attended schooling, becoming involved in overnight scandals, usually being the party-starter, attender or event holder. He had been quite the exclusive student in school, known as the prodigy son of a rising businessman and politician, seen as a leader amongst peers in studies, and always finding himself indulged in multiple activities and events with the natural finding of high school status in popularity. Although some of these memories brought amusement and pleasure in recalling of a deep sleep of trance, they were mixed with rough recolonization, too. Times in which he had inevitably faced enemies in underground fights in the past soon caught up with him; and these memories occurred on some nights, like this one. They brought him aggravation, intensity with reliving moments oh physical strife, and difficulty with controlling how he felt about his past. He had done what he had to do in protecting himself - facing the offspring's of enemy politicians. Dirty politics always left more then a harsh bruise on his flesh that always required a quick healing. Moments of having to face opponents in underground fights had forced him to stay on his toes in constant high alert in unfamiliar or dangerous settings. While this effected him, he knew that other people who were oblivious to politics could afford the luxury of feeling safe just about anywhere, anytime in Two. Because of his history, he had a mixed reputation in the school. Araval was always seen with his two closest friends; Garen and Profal and his other good friends trailing beside him, not unexpectedly. Especially known for his great social skills as well as the exclusive traits he possessed in general - his past also played a part in an indication of why he was renown. These thoughts swarmed him in his mind as he felt the trance of his dreams take him through his sleep - occupying him for the hours that he'd be unconscious until the birth of a new day.

All too soon had the sun come up it seemed. The troubling memories of fighting had washed away for now - but the enjoyment of reliving his most fondest nights had kept him in bed for an extended amount of time. Why is the sun always so bright? He opened one eye, peering from under the white comforter in which covered him, his glance reaching over to the window in which was only exposed by one misplaced blind. But of course, one blind has to be out of place and screw things up, he released his glance, now yawning as he adjusted to the new day. Stretching, he threw off the comforter, standing up half dressed as he reached for a robe. After an hour or so, he would be ready to start his day.

Exactly the expected time from his awakening, he found himself staring in the mirror; beginning the day by dressing professionally. "My proposal's going to work." His tie had been fixed appropriately, the collar of his black suit properly presented, and his posture presenting a tall, confident individual. "You certainly look ready. They typically buy into your advice too, which should be reassuring." Porfal offered as he leaned against the wall adjacent to Araval, while Garen nodded in approval. Each last moment before setting the stage for the business and political scene of the Seam; the very dawn of the meeting when the eyes of almost every locally important politician in Two threaten to devour you with a wrong approach, and the occasional pressure of countless cameras broadcasting your words live after the conference is held. That is what falls on the standard man's shoulders when he presents an idea to the drawing board - but not Araval, who had long got used to enduring all the difficulty and strain that came with the effort of expectancy. After his practice and experience, he had grown accustomed to working under the level of standards for him, surpassing expectations dramatically in the scene - and it turned out that he worked quite well all around in the industry. "What was it your father always says? 'You're not of age yet.'" Garen regarded the thought with a chuckle, in which the trio soon developed into a fully elaborate joke. "I don't know what he has in mind when I'm of age - put it that way. I've already been too involved with the same position as the higher-ups." Smiling curiously at the thought, he turned around to face his friends shortly, before striding over to the other side of the room to fit in his shoes. "Lets head out" He suggested, as they exited his building and walked down the main street. The Central Building wasn't too far, and it only took them a couple minutes to reach the complex, going through the entering process; using the lift to reach one of the highest floors, and arriving in the lobby a couple rooms away from one of the many conference holding rooms. "Alright, I'll see you guys later." Taking but a few paces, he gave a pound to them both and turned the door handle of the room, noticing that he was one of the first to be present. Giving his best greetings, he gave a polite handshake and nod to those sitting present around the table, noticing that his father wasn't here. That's odd.. "You're just in time Arendar, the others shall be arriving shortly." The comment had come from Lavener, one of the high politicians in the building, and a personal friend of his father; Altar. Within due time, plenty of men in suits began to arrive accordingly, taking their seats. All eyes were set on Araval who soon undoubtedly had their attention from but brief moments after they had realized he was present. "Your father sends his regards, Arendar. He's told us that he's on an urgent business errand, you know how time consuming those can be." Ranhar smiled with courtesy, as he presented his open hand in a gesture, "Please, do go on though. The council is eager to hear your proposal." Aren sufficiently suppressed a sigh, knowing his manners, as he quickly found his calm and confident demeanor. "Gladly. I'm sure the errand is very important." He then smiled back courteously, adding "I believe you'll find interest in my idea." Turning to the board laid out behind him, he started to spread sheets of paper onto it from out of a provided suitcase. "Yes, as you can see.."

Garen and Porfal sat with their backs laid against the outer wall of the building, already thoroughly engaged into a conversation as Araval slowly strode out. They quickly turned to him, ceasing their previous discussion. "Well, how'd it go?" With a shake of his head, his hands filling the pockets of his trousers, he sighed. His expression was soon to quickly become a smile however, "They loved it. Investors were offering to dedicate profit on the spot." Although he was happy, his smile slowly faded even as his friends gave him credit with their own approving expressions. Clearly they were happy for him, but confused. Before they could raise questions, Aren quickly waved them off. "It's my father. I just thought he'd be there." He explained the whole thing, concluding the thought all together. "I'm going to head to the city park, get my mind off this. I'll see you guys later." Saying his farewells, he turned and walked the long way there - always preferring to get to places on foot. He found a comfortable spot on a bench lined up near a paved wall and a couple trees bristling in the wind. A place like this was perfect for allowing him to think, and let his mind freely flow - letting any stress go by. Even as he looked around, he could barely spot any occupation of the park. It seemed he was very much alone, which both brought comfort and loneliness to Aren. Now was the time to sigh, although not completely out of negativity, just out of relief. Where was everybody? Taking off his jacket, his folded it and placed it under his arm, rolling up the sleeve of his white button short while undoing a couple buttons at the top. Much better, he found.