Within The Urban Jungle

[SimonW]

WITHIN THE URBAN JUNGLE

Chapter 1: City Before The Dawn…

A myriad of looming skyscrapers bathed within the early morning light that cascaded countless shadows upon the concrete ground. The highest rise was the tallest tower within this city. A beacon of grand architecture, High Rise Mountain, a steel structure that would outlast even the bricked up slums would be a testimonial of artistic vision.
One such artist, a Miss Henrietta Delores Suffridge, appreciated it when she first moved into this ensuite apartment complex within the middle of this man made marvel tower merely five years ago.
Awakening to the early dawn of another day within her roomy apartment, she gazed out with eager eyes to the day ahead of her. Though being a trust fund Duchess of supposed distant noble birth, she had settled herself within this city ten years ago freshly out of college with a degree in artistic design, eager to share her vision upon the fashion scene. In the last two years, she had already made herself widely known in the fashion world as a trendsetter and visionary genius. Sure, it took her a lot of hard work and funding from her rich relatives to make her dream a reality but she stuck to it and made a name for herself with her skill and passion for her art. But in truth, despite all the glamour and fame, the now thirty six year old found she craved solitude to herself so she could be inspired daily once more whilst letting her creations speak for themselves.
Smirking ironically to herself before taking a sip of her early morning coffee within her white porcelain mug, Henrietta savoured the aroma before allowing her tastebuds to encapsulate the bitter yet mild sweetness of the freshly roasted blend that started her day refreshingly chipper and blissful in sophisticated eloquence.
Putting her mug full of coffee down upon her marbled kitchenette countertop, Henrietta allowed herself to be drawn to the scenic viewpoint of her room that overlooked the city of Urban Jungle like a black panther surveying the wilderness before it upon a canopy of the vast rainforest.
‘So, what do you have for me today?’ she thoughtfully pondered to herself.

( to be continued… )

 

[Copperfox]

This makes me think of the relatively-old movie "The Devil Wears Prada." Waiting to see if your story ends up dramatic, humorous or both.

 

[SimonW]

This makes me think of the relatively-old movie "The Devil Wears Prada." Waiting to see if your story ends up dramatic, humorous or both.

I had that same thought in the back of my mind. An underrated movie when it came out in my opinion.
Well, you know me. It may end up as both. Have no clue as of yet, though.

( chapter 1, part 2… )

Silhouettes reflecting off the sunlit sky dappled through Henrietta’s eyes, almost blinding her were it not for the window that led out to a balcony and the building opposite across the street offering a shaded protection from the sun’s harsh rays.
Opening her balcony door made of glass, Henrietta effortlessly ventured out into the crisp and cool air before being bombarded by the muted sounds of street life below.
With a small smirk upon her almond rounded face, the fashionista of the city boldly leaned herself upon the sturdy steel beamed bannister with ease. Lounging without fear or worry, her arms draped over the side and felt her white nightgown flow effortlessly around her body whilst staying firmly attached. It was one of her older designs, one she prided over and was happy with. A simple design that was a wrap up motif, akin to what Egyptian White Silk was capable of with a wrapping of crossed mother of pearl satin that flowed out into a simple white cotton dress with an almost see through effect whilst keeping modesty at bay around the bodice with an inner layer of silk for comfort and flexibility in bed. All in all, one of her better all purpose wears that she wore as her own nightgown. There were no straps, the wrap around motif serving as all the support one would need without any worry for restraint.
With this thought of nostalgic designs cycling within her mind, Henrietta let herself relax with thought as she breathed out a sigh of contemplation.


The Urban Jungle seemed restless, the ever constant presence of life within the city in the early morning.
Upon the backdrop of the streets, the side alleys opened up like relentless shadows cascading to escape the sun. The steel and brick mortared buildings beheld the be-speckled dew of early light, the cold air of morning sunshine showing the drops of water upon the sides of these buildings.
Within one such alleyway a presence was felt, but not that of the usual rats that infested this city. A lowly cur of a dog was still sound asleep, the raggedy clothing a small blessing to the homeless man that called the streets his home. He was startled awake as a passing siren of a police car passed by his alley.
Known as just Hobo Ben, this once dignified man in his late fifties maintained his demeanour from his rude awakening. The haggard looking and weary eyes still had a faint spark of a life worth living with a haphazard sheen of experience of witnessing things in his troubled past. The unkempt yet immaculate beard was his main feature of his face, bespeckled white with edges of gray that rose to under his hairline that was covered with a grungy faded green beanie cap. As he slowly crawled from his stack of discarded newspapers he had as a bedding, Hobo Ben clung to a ragged overcoat of some military regimental garb, possibly the only keepsake of an identity long since past.

( to be continued… )