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Introduction
It's 1912, the 10th of April. You have just set sail from England and are sailing across the ocean towards New York City, America. It's four days until you strike the iceberg that starts to sink this massive iron ship and it splits in half after about 2 hours of sinking, the cabins and the rooms being flooded and all caught in the currents of the ship drown as the high class patrons are boarded onto row boats and cast so safety into the water. At least half of the people on this ship are going to die.
Will you be one of them?
You are starting on the day the ship takes off. You can be with family, a friend, or even your lover. You will choose the third class, second class, or the first class. As you probably know, Third class was for poor people with little money and more down clothes but high spirits. Second class is middle class, ones with a decent amount of money but not enough to be called rich. The first class was for people who are rich and elegant like Counts and Dukes and those sorts of people who live in the more furnished and elegant rooms on board the Titanic. It had amazing views on board the deck and it was an amazing ship... at least until it met the iceberg that led to it's downfall.
Now, it's your turn to make a story. You create the events, you decide what happens during your stay on this large and beautiful ship. Will you fall in love with someone? Will you make a new friend/friends? Will you get into a fight, or get arrested for stealing? Will you drown like the others, or fight to survive?
It's up to you. You make the story.
On your profile, make sure you include your class and who is traveling with you. Thank you!
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The characters in this roleplay have to at least interact with each other in some way. Whether it's falling in love or getting into a fight or becoming best friends, they must at least speak to one another and form some sort of relationship or bond with each other, or at least run into each other on the ship. They could be roommates, they could meet one another in the dining room, they could be high class talking to the lower class... ect. Let's also try to get an even number of girls and guys.
Characters Being Played:
1. Aubrey Hunt: First Class- Played by SilentShivers
2. Andrew Perrault: Third Class- LovelyRose
3. George Andrew Stanly III: Second Class- LightingStrikes
4. Imogen Williamson: Third Class- Played by Hera
5. Annamarie Huntington: First Class- Played by AnicaAnara
6. Patrick Kirk: First Class- Played by the-king-of-hearts
7. Elisabeth Marie Stanly: Second Class- Played by Crystal Flamedamce
8. Reed Caulifieled: First class- Played by ihavewingstofly
9. Reserved
10.
I'd prefer to be notified if you want a spot, with a private message instead of occ. You must have a profile filled out for me to approve.
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These are some titanic facts that some of us should know. These are all links to things like the history of the Titanic, the passenger list, and the things the titanic carried and the food on the Titanic. I advise that you click em and read through them for more information to help the roleplay be smoother. These were gathered by LightingStrikes.
Links to Important Facts like The History, Passengers, Cargo, and Food:
http://www.titanic1.org
http://www.encyclopedia-titanica.org/ti ... nger_list/
http://library.thinkquest.org/21583/cargo.htm
http://www.webtitanic.net/framemenu.html
Important people on the Titanic [Names we should remember and at least mention in the Roleplay]:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_And ... hipbuilder)
http://www.encyclopedia-titanica.org/ti ... ismay.html
http://www.mollybrown.org/
Rules
1. No Drama. No fighting occ, don't make rude comments about characters or the roleplay itself. If you do have an issue with the roleplay or a character or a scene or something totally random, you can send me a private message and I'll see what I can do.
2. If you want to reserve a spot for the roleplay, send me a private message and I'll reserve it for you, even if the spots are unlimited for now. I'll keep the spot for up to 24 hours prior to when you reserve it.
3. Characters must have an interaction with one another. Whether it be a fight, or they fall in love or become friends, you must have each character in the roleplay interact with each other at least once.
4. Only join if you can post regularly and keep up with the posts.
5. Use grammar and good literacy. Try to make long descriptive and creative posts, don't use one liners.
6. Put what class your character is in. First, Second, or Third.
7. I don't always check the occ threads [forget, usually] so if I don't respond to your post in like 5 hours from when you posted, you might as well send me a private message instead.
8. You must have a creative profile with enough information. If it doesn't have much on it, I won't accept it.
2. If you want to reserve a spot for the roleplay, send me a private message and I'll reserve it for you, even if the spots are unlimited for now. I'll keep the spot for up to 24 hours prior to when you reserve it.
3. Characters must have an interaction with one another. Whether it be a fight, or they fall in love or become friends, you must have each character in the roleplay interact with each other at least once.
4. Only join if you can post regularly and keep up with the posts.
5. Use grammar and good literacy. Try to make long descriptive and creative posts, don't use one liners.
6. Put what class your character is in. First, Second, or Third.
7. I don't always check the occ threads [forget, usually] so if I don't respond to your post in like 5 hours from when you posted, you might as well send me a private message instead.
8. You must have a creative profile with enough information. If it doesn't have much on it, I won't accept it.
Reviews
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Characterization: Advanced
Plot: Proficient
Depth: Proficient
Style: Proficient
Mechanics: Proficient
Overall: Advanced
Psyche wrote:It's the story of the Titanic that tells the stories of the other people on board the ship. It still has that familiar accent of rebellion from upper class folk, but there is some what of an original spin to it with original characters.
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Aubrey Hunt played by SilentShivers
"No wonder they call this ship the ship of dreams! It's amazing!"
Imogen Williamson played by Hera
"I may be odd to you, but I'd rather be queer than as stuffy as can be."
Reed Caulfield played by ifihavewingstofly
"The Titanic is simply amazing. It's really one of the most extravagant ships I've been on, and trust me, I've been in many."
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50 postsTitanic, 1912.
A very large ship made of Iron, very big and can move very fast. It has over 2000 rooms below deck and only has enough row boats for half the people on board.
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OOC Notes
Aubrey's chocolate colored eyes went wide as she slowly stepped out of the carriage, the wind blowing the foam of the sea and the smell of the salt through her wavy and curly dark brown hair and it blew through the long flowing white silk with blue sparkles on the outside dress she wore, with ruffled loose sleeves that stopped at her shoulders and exposed her throat and her chest, the lower part low cut and the long flowing skirt going to her ankles as she wore a pair of matching white heels with a blue gem on each toe of each shoe. She wore her grandmother's pendant on her chest, and she was carrying a black suitcase that was quickly taken by one of the boys unloading the bags and hauling them onto the docking board, to where they would be taken to their rooms. The sun was shining brightly and few clouds scattered the bright blue sky, this day was a beautiful one and Aubrey's golden ivory colored skin seemed to glow as her lips covered in a light dark red lipstick curled into an excited smile.
The large ship was so large, so big, as she kept staring at it with her wide eyes. She felt a hand tug on her wrist and she looked to her mother who was dressed in her lacy and ribbon covered red dress, her strict sharp face and her lips pursed and her father was bragging to another man having his own luggage unloaded. "Aubrey, let's not wonder." her mother said quietly but in her cold voice and Aubrey's smile faded as she walked beside her mother towards the large docking board where many were walking up with the railings on the side, getting situated on the deck and getting led to their rooms. She saw some poor looking boys laughing and running past people up the dock, and she giggled slightly as she watched a few little girls dancing while walking, holding onto one another's hands. Aubrey fixed her own white hat with streaming light blew ribbons on the top, and she slowly took it off and handed it to the maid that they had brought with them. The maid was named Anna, a small petite girl with blonde hair and pale skin and twinkling green eyes. Anna was one of Aubrey's best friends even if she was just a maid, but Aubrey considered her almost like a sister.
"Hurry, Aubrey." her mother badgered and Aubrey rolled her eyes but picked up the skirts of her dress, hurrying up the dock as she saw her father walk alongside her father, his 6"4 body strong and covered in an elegant tuxedo and his black hair was slicked back. She looked back up the dock and then they boarded onto the ship, being directed to a man and giving them their tickets. He smiled, looking elegant and he led down across the deck. It was so large, row boats tied up along the side and little spaces to where people could walk out from their rooms or come up from below, chairs set out for women who wanted sun or to sit down and enjoy the fresh air. She sighed happily and then they were led down inside a door from where people would come up onto the deck and they were led down some elegant looking elevators and down some hallways. She saw others being led down hallways and being introduced to their room, some lugging their luggage or theirs being delivered by luggage boys.
Finally, they had a large white door opened up and Aubrey's eyes went wide. There was a small living room and then three bedrooms, a bathroom; The walls covered with a dark red color and gold curtains, beautiful dark colored furniture with flower patterns and gold on the furniture, tables around the room and flowers on the tables. She smiled as she ran into one of the bedrooms, staring at the large beautiful silk and pillow covered bed with a nightstand, a desk in the room, a table with a few chairs and a book shelf or two and a closet and a dresser... it was so beautiful. She smiled jumped onto the bed, laying down and closing her eyes as she happily laid there for a moment or two. When s he heard her mother call her name she slowly got off the bed, groaning lightly and walked back into the main room.
Her mother tilted her head as Anna slowly walked inside with a brown suitcase, glancing around. Aubrey's mother then cleared her throat. "So... the matter now of where Anna is going to sleep. Either she can sleep with the personal maids on board the Titanic... or she can sleep here, though it would be inappropriate." her mother said in her usual cold voice. Her pursed lips meant she wanted Anna to be out of the room but Aubrey crossed her arms with an irritated look.
"She can sleep with me, mother." Aubrey said and she took Anna's free hand, pulling her into the bedroom and staring at her mother with a serious look. Her mother's own expression went slightly surprised but she didn't say anything for a few moments and then nodded. "When is our luggage coming?" Aubrey asked, keeping her head held high as her own lips were slightly pursed to mock her mother.
"Now, actually." Her father said in his deep voice, coming around to stand by her mother while adjusting his white gloves on his hands. Aubrey let her lips relax as she watched a few men dragging in their luggage and suitcases and bags. "Those four are Aubrey's." Her father said, gesturing to the black suitcase, a large red suitcase, a white suitcase and a large black bag. They were all dropped into her room as she looked at Anna's single bag and Aubrey stroked a hand through Anna's hair, biting her lip before glancing back at her mother and father. Her father stared at her and then he walked away back towards his own room. Aubrey slowly turned, pushing Anna inside before looking at her mother and then closed the door. She looked at Anna.
"You can sleep on the floor or the couch... or with me. But you'd have to wake yourself up before mother came in to check on us." Aubrey said, looking at Anna who set Aubrey's hat on the nightstand. Anna turned towards her, blinking a few times. Aubrey knew Anna never talked much, her previous family [the family she served] beat Anna and Anna had permanent bruises and scars along her body she always kept covered. Anna shrugged lightly and looked down at her feet and then Anna glanced towards the couch. Aubrey sighed and opened the door, walking to her mother who was looking at some paintings they had brought to hang in the room and the decorations to put along the tables and the room. "Mother, there is a spare bedroom... the smaller one. Can't Anna have that? She has served us so well and has been so kind and obedient." Aubrey said.
Her mother turned towards Aubrey and sighed, her lips pursed again as she was thinking. "Alright. She can, but she will stay in her room unless she is called upon." Mother walked past Aubrey and Aubrey smiled, walking into her room and picking up Anna's suitcase.
"You get the spare bedroom. Come along." Aubrey said, lugging the light suitcase to Anna's room as Anna followed, chewing on her lip nervously. "Alright, so... mother said you are to stay in the room unless you are called upon, and of course, unless you have to go use the bathroom or something of that sort." Aubrey said with a calm and casual smile. Anna nodded, looking down at her shoes and Aubrey sighed, hugging Anna lightly. "Anna... you must relax. Everything is alright. Now, I must go look at the decorations and the art being put up, and decorate my own room and unpack. Do you need anything? Would you like a painting in your room?" Aubrey asked. Anna slowly shook her head after a few moments and Aubrey sighed and turned, walking away.
"Aubrey?" Anna asked in her soft voice. Aubrey stopped, turning as her chocolate eyes met Anna's. Anna bit her lip. "The one with the flowers... if that's okay." Aubrey smiled with delight and turned away from her room, going to get the flower painting.
The large ship was so large, so big, as she kept staring at it with her wide eyes. She felt a hand tug on her wrist and she looked to her mother who was dressed in her lacy and ribbon covered red dress, her strict sharp face and her lips pursed and her father was bragging to another man having his own luggage unloaded. "Aubrey, let's not wonder." her mother said quietly but in her cold voice and Aubrey's smile faded as she walked beside her mother towards the large docking board where many were walking up with the railings on the side, getting situated on the deck and getting led to their rooms. She saw some poor looking boys laughing and running past people up the dock, and she giggled slightly as she watched a few little girls dancing while walking, holding onto one another's hands. Aubrey fixed her own white hat with streaming light blew ribbons on the top, and she slowly took it off and handed it to the maid that they had brought with them. The maid was named Anna, a small petite girl with blonde hair and pale skin and twinkling green eyes. Anna was one of Aubrey's best friends even if she was just a maid, but Aubrey considered her almost like a sister.
"Hurry, Aubrey." her mother badgered and Aubrey rolled her eyes but picked up the skirts of her dress, hurrying up the dock as she saw her father walk alongside her father, his 6"4 body strong and covered in an elegant tuxedo and his black hair was slicked back. She looked back up the dock and then they boarded onto the ship, being directed to a man and giving them their tickets. He smiled, looking elegant and he led down across the deck. It was so large, row boats tied up along the side and little spaces to where people could walk out from their rooms or come up from below, chairs set out for women who wanted sun or to sit down and enjoy the fresh air. She sighed happily and then they were led down inside a door from where people would come up onto the deck and they were led down some elegant looking elevators and down some hallways. She saw others being led down hallways and being introduced to their room, some lugging their luggage or theirs being delivered by luggage boys.
Finally, they had a large white door opened up and Aubrey's eyes went wide. There was a small living room and then three bedrooms, a bathroom; The walls covered with a dark red color and gold curtains, beautiful dark colored furniture with flower patterns and gold on the furniture, tables around the room and flowers on the tables. She smiled as she ran into one of the bedrooms, staring at the large beautiful silk and pillow covered bed with a nightstand, a desk in the room, a table with a few chairs and a book shelf or two and a closet and a dresser... it was so beautiful. She smiled jumped onto the bed, laying down and closing her eyes as she happily laid there for a moment or two. When s he heard her mother call her name she slowly got off the bed, groaning lightly and walked back into the main room.
Her mother tilted her head as Anna slowly walked inside with a brown suitcase, glancing around. Aubrey's mother then cleared her throat. "So... the matter now of where Anna is going to sleep. Either she can sleep with the personal maids on board the Titanic... or she can sleep here, though it would be inappropriate." her mother said in her usual cold voice. Her pursed lips meant she wanted Anna to be out of the room but Aubrey crossed her arms with an irritated look.
"She can sleep with me, mother." Aubrey said and she took Anna's free hand, pulling her into the bedroom and staring at her mother with a serious look. Her mother's own expression went slightly surprised but she didn't say anything for a few moments and then nodded. "When is our luggage coming?" Aubrey asked, keeping her head held high as her own lips were slightly pursed to mock her mother.
"Now, actually." Her father said in his deep voice, coming around to stand by her mother while adjusting his white gloves on his hands. Aubrey let her lips relax as she watched a few men dragging in their luggage and suitcases and bags. "Those four are Aubrey's." Her father said, gesturing to the black suitcase, a large red suitcase, a white suitcase and a large black bag. They were all dropped into her room as she looked at Anna's single bag and Aubrey stroked a hand through Anna's hair, biting her lip before glancing back at her mother and father. Her father stared at her and then he walked away back towards his own room. Aubrey slowly turned, pushing Anna inside before looking at her mother and then closed the door. She looked at Anna.
"You can sleep on the floor or the couch... or with me. But you'd have to wake yourself up before mother came in to check on us." Aubrey said, looking at Anna who set Aubrey's hat on the nightstand. Anna turned towards her, blinking a few times. Aubrey knew Anna never talked much, her previous family [the family she served] beat Anna and Anna had permanent bruises and scars along her body she always kept covered. Anna shrugged lightly and looked down at her feet and then Anna glanced towards the couch. Aubrey sighed and opened the door, walking to her mother who was looking at some paintings they had brought to hang in the room and the decorations to put along the tables and the room. "Mother, there is a spare bedroom... the smaller one. Can't Anna have that? She has served us so well and has been so kind and obedient." Aubrey said.
Her mother turned towards Aubrey and sighed, her lips pursed again as she was thinking. "Alright. She can, but she will stay in her room unless she is called upon." Mother walked past Aubrey and Aubrey smiled, walking into her room and picking up Anna's suitcase.
"You get the spare bedroom. Come along." Aubrey said, lugging the light suitcase to Anna's room as Anna followed, chewing on her lip nervously. "Alright, so... mother said you are to stay in the room unless you are called upon, and of course, unless you have to go use the bathroom or something of that sort." Aubrey said with a calm and casual smile. Anna nodded, looking down at her shoes and Aubrey sighed, hugging Anna lightly. "Anna... you must relax. Everything is alright. Now, I must go look at the decorations and the art being put up, and decorate my own room and unpack. Do you need anything? Would you like a painting in your room?" Aubrey asked. Anna slowly shook her head after a few moments and Aubrey sighed and turned, walking away.
"Aubrey?" Anna asked in her soft voice. Aubrey stopped, turning as her chocolate eyes met Anna's. Anna bit her lip. "The one with the flowers... if that's okay." Aubrey smiled with delight and turned away from her room, going to get the flower painting.
OOC Notes
George Andrew Stanly III walked out of his car, his personal driver had opened the door for him and George nodded. “Thank you Stephen.” he said “you’re a good man, and I shall miss your careful driving.” Stephen grumbled a little bit, only because he too would miss George but he was annoyed with the short announcement to George’s servants that there services had no longer been needed. George of course kept his vale, it was only proper that the gentlemen had someone to go about doing his bidding.
George smiled softly “Now Stephen, you didn’t think I was going to leave you empty handed did you?” Stephen looked up at the young man and shrugged “I’m giving you my car, and 20,000 pounds should keep you busy, I’ve also started a little cabbie company in your name, you are your own boss, just as you have always dreamed of my friend.” Stephen blinked and then smiled, George was a good man.
“Thank you sir!” Stephen said with excitement and smiled big.
“Giving your money away again George?” asked his father coming up behind him and with the little troublemaker his sister. He sighed and looked at his son. Andy looked at his daughter as well and shook his head. “Your in charge of her life son. We have given you guardianship over her, take care of her and good luck in America son.” Andy hugged his son and then looked at his daughter and turned around in discuss, he was still quiet angry with her over the whole wallet incident.
Alice smiled softly as she hugged her son and doted on him. “Now you must introduce yourself to the Captain, he’s expecting you to dine with him.” Alice grinned “And say hello to Bruce Ismay too, and Mr. Thomas Andrews … and…” alice blinked and saw her son’s annoyance. “Oh- right your not even going to be in first class.” she sighed “oh well!” She hugged her son tightly “I hope you find a good woman, one that makes your heart sing son. But don‘t be blinded by love, make sure she comes from a good family--- even in second class one can never be too careful.”
“Alice!” Andy called “We have things to do people to see, come along.” Andy sighed as he waited for his wife. Alice turned and was about to say something to her daughter but frowned and shook her head, no, she had wasted enough time on her daughter.
George sighed, his parents didn’t need to be that mean to her, they were still parents. George leaned into his mother and in a very hushed voice whispered “Please at least hug her good-bye and tell her you love her, don’t end it like this.” George whispered gently. He knew his parents were still upset “You won’t see her for a few months. By then she could have run away from me.”
Alice blinked and looked at her son and then back at her daughter Elisabeth, she sighed. Then she gently hugged her daughter. “I love you, be safe, and listen to George.” whispered Alice.
“ALICE!” Andy called as the whistle blew. George blinked and sighed as he gently took his sister by the arm.
“Elisabeth, we have to go now.” George whispered gently but firmly. They walked to the boarding of the second class and then went to their rooms, the largest in second class, but still small and enough room for four people. George wondered whom his roommates were going to be.
George smiled softly “Now Stephen, you didn’t think I was going to leave you empty handed did you?” Stephen looked up at the young man and shrugged “I’m giving you my car, and 20,000 pounds should keep you busy, I’ve also started a little cabbie company in your name, you are your own boss, just as you have always dreamed of my friend.” Stephen blinked and then smiled, George was a good man.
“Thank you sir!” Stephen said with excitement and smiled big.
“Giving your money away again George?” asked his father coming up behind him and with the little troublemaker his sister. He sighed and looked at his son. Andy looked at his daughter as well and shook his head. “Your in charge of her life son. We have given you guardianship over her, take care of her and good luck in America son.” Andy hugged his son and then looked at his daughter and turned around in discuss, he was still quiet angry with her over the whole wallet incident.
Alice smiled softly as she hugged her son and doted on him. “Now you must introduce yourself to the Captain, he’s expecting you to dine with him.” Alice grinned “And say hello to Bruce Ismay too, and Mr. Thomas Andrews … and…” alice blinked and saw her son’s annoyance. “Oh- right your not even going to be in first class.” she sighed “oh well!” She hugged her son tightly “I hope you find a good woman, one that makes your heart sing son. But don‘t be blinded by love, make sure she comes from a good family--- even in second class one can never be too careful.”
“Alice!” Andy called “We have things to do people to see, come along.” Andy sighed as he waited for his wife. Alice turned and was about to say something to her daughter but frowned and shook her head, no, she had wasted enough time on her daughter.
George sighed, his parents didn’t need to be that mean to her, they were still parents. George leaned into his mother and in a very hushed voice whispered “Please at least hug her good-bye and tell her you love her, don’t end it like this.” George whispered gently. He knew his parents were still upset “You won’t see her for a few months. By then she could have run away from me.”
Alice blinked and looked at her son and then back at her daughter Elisabeth, she sighed. Then she gently hugged her daughter. “I love you, be safe, and listen to George.” whispered Alice.
“ALICE!” Andy called as the whistle blew. George blinked and sighed as he gently took his sister by the arm.
“Elisabeth, we have to go now.” George whispered gently but firmly. They walked to the boarding of the second class and then went to their rooms, the largest in second class, but still small and enough room for four people. George wondered whom his roommates were going to be.
OOC Notes
"Anna!...Anna hurry dear your going to be late already!" Anna's father yelled out in his loud rough voice.Anna cam scrambling out of the car carriage and towards where her father and mother were waiting near the ship.The air smelled of salt and polish, which she assumed from all the cleaning the people were doing inside the ship...no it wasn't a ship.It was more like another world to her.Anna's father smiled and cupped his daughters chin with his large rough hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek."Now dear be sure to watch yourself around the people here, and don't be a bother to anyone."He said smiling slightly as his eyes twinkled .Annamarie rolled her dark brown eyes and then crossed her arms."Who me?Father when have I ever done such a thing?"She said chuckling slightly and then laughing louder as her father gave her a "Are you kidding?" face.Her mother tapped her foot almost impatiently as she waited for them to say their goodbyes so that she could as well.They both loved her dearly, as she was their only child ."Anna don't go off by yourself exploring either! I don't want you getting lost".Her father said sternly , but his face remained soft.
Anna nodded and then kissed her father's cheek."Yes yes father dear I understand.I promise not to go by myself to explore.".She smiled innocently until her father raised an eyebrow and she sighed."I promise I promise!"He chuckled and then kissed her once more on the cheek."Now say goodbye to your mother...while I get someone to fetch your luggage and your fencing equipment."He said the last word excitedly, as he was actually quite happy that his daughter took up fencing, even if society and his wife didn't approve.
Anna's mother turned to her daughter and smiled, her rosy cheeks even more red then usual."Now remember, don't use foul words around anyone...and if you meet a man for heavens sake get to know him better...but with a chaperon! Make sure hes a blue blood like us darling, and for goodness sake's please tell em your wearing your other petticoat!"Her mother said slightly annoyed as she looked at her daughters dress.Annamarie blushed and then grinned at her mother."Sorry mum, but at least I wore the corset...that bloody...I mean that thing hurts my stomach.
Her mother let out a sigh and then began to fan herself with a small blue fan that looked foreign."Darling do promise me you will be good.How else will you find a husband hmmm?"Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow, her foot still tapping against the ground.
"Perhaps I will meet someone who doesn't mind my mouth, likes that I don't wear ten pounds of clothing, and that I can fight mother!"She said slightly loudly as looked at her mother. Her mother clapped a hand quickly on her mouth after she said the word "fighting"."Why yes dear...fighting is BARBARIC!"Her mother said loudly as she looked around as the people passed them, questioning the family with an odd look.After a few people had passed she took her hand off her daughters mouth."Goodness child! Haven't I told you not to talk about...."She was interrupted by one of the attendees coming over and speaking to them about getting the bags and boarding.Annamarie nodded and then turned to her parents."Well, it's that time I suppose.I love you both dearly! I shall see you soon!"She said after hugging them both once more.They smiled with small tears in their eyes as they watched their daughter walk up to where the first classes were boarding.
Anna nodded and then kissed her father's cheek."Yes yes father dear I understand.I promise not to go by myself to explore.".She smiled innocently until her father raised an eyebrow and she sighed."I promise I promise!"He chuckled and then kissed her once more on the cheek."Now say goodbye to your mother...while I get someone to fetch your luggage and your fencing equipment."He said the last word excitedly, as he was actually quite happy that his daughter took up fencing, even if society and his wife didn't approve.
Anna's mother turned to her daughter and smiled, her rosy cheeks even more red then usual."Now remember, don't use foul words around anyone...and if you meet a man for heavens sake get to know him better...but with a chaperon! Make sure hes a blue blood like us darling, and for goodness sake's please tell em your wearing your other petticoat!"Her mother said slightly annoyed as she looked at her daughters dress.Annamarie blushed and then grinned at her mother."Sorry mum, but at least I wore the corset...that bloody...I mean that thing hurts my stomach.
Her mother let out a sigh and then began to fan herself with a small blue fan that looked foreign."Darling do promise me you will be good.How else will you find a husband hmmm?"Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow, her foot still tapping against the ground.
"Perhaps I will meet someone who doesn't mind my mouth, likes that I don't wear ten pounds of clothing, and that I can fight mother!"She said slightly loudly as looked at her mother. Her mother clapped a hand quickly on her mouth after she said the word "fighting"."Why yes dear...fighting is BARBARIC!"Her mother said loudly as she looked around as the people passed them, questioning the family with an odd look.After a few people had passed she took her hand off her daughters mouth."Goodness child! Haven't I told you not to talk about...."She was interrupted by one of the attendees coming over and speaking to them about getting the bags and boarding.Annamarie nodded and then turned to her parents."Well, it's that time I suppose.I love you both dearly! I shall see you soon!"She said after hugging them both once more.They smiled with small tears in their eyes as they watched their daughter walk up to where the first classes were boarding.
OOC Notes
Elisabeth followed her father sullenly. Of course she would have to come along…but only in second class. This was ridiculous; she was first class. She always had been! He couldn’t wait for this punishment to be over. …Rather, she wished she didn’t have to endure it at all. It made no sense. It would never have happened if her parents had paid the slightest attention to what she was doing half the time. She didn’t really pay much attention to their conversation; they would talk about her as if she wasn’t there, anyway. What was the point of listening?
She watched their father walk away, not really caring to say anything. After all, he hadn’t said anything to her, had he? No, of course not; only talked about her to George. And then their mother was there, fawning over him. As usual. What about her? She was just trouble, apparently; not worth any of their time. It sounded like she had forgotten that he was riding second class, as well. Though show he could consider it her punishment if he was going second class, too was beyond her. But it just meant she wasn’t going to be on her own was all.
She watched her mother start to go away; she had at least looked at her. It was something. At least, she thought it was until she shook her head and walked away. Neither one cared, did they?
But then George was talking to her, and she came back. Even with a hug and parting words. She hugged her back; it was more than she had expected…but still. Her father had nothing of the sort for her, and their mother had probably only said anything because George had said something. That thought only made it seem like a lot less. The smile that had formed when her mother had come back to hug her disappeared quickly. It hadn’t meant anything. Her brother had asked her to. Of course she would for George.
And, as usual, she was told to listen. Usually it was to her father, but now she had to listen to George. Couldn’t she have just stayed home? It would have been so much easier. And, maybe with him in America, she could at least get some attention from them. But no; she had to go along and head to America with her brother…in second class. It was far from fair, really.
After they had both left, she glanced at her brother for a second, and then towards the ship. “Yeah, I know…” she mumbled. She followed as George led the way to the ship, and to their second class rooms. She looked around the room, and groaned. She would have to share. Maybe, if she left them alone, they would leave her alone. She didn’t need to bother with anyone else.
What she did need, however, was for this punishment to hurry up and be over with. She pouted as she plopped down on a bed, staring absently ahead of herself at the wall. It wasn’t fair! She had to stay among the second class. What if someone who knew she was first class saw her there? What a mess that would be! And still, she had little choice. She felt like crying. But she didn’t know when others would be there. She didn’t need to be seen like that.
She watched their father walk away, not really caring to say anything. After all, he hadn’t said anything to her, had he? No, of course not; only talked about her to George. And then their mother was there, fawning over him. As usual. What about her? She was just trouble, apparently; not worth any of their time. It sounded like she had forgotten that he was riding second class, as well. Though show he could consider it her punishment if he was going second class, too was beyond her. But it just meant she wasn’t going to be on her own was all.
She watched her mother start to go away; she had at least looked at her. It was something. At least, she thought it was until she shook her head and walked away. Neither one cared, did they?
But then George was talking to her, and she came back. Even with a hug and parting words. She hugged her back; it was more than she had expected…but still. Her father had nothing of the sort for her, and their mother had probably only said anything because George had said something. That thought only made it seem like a lot less. The smile that had formed when her mother had come back to hug her disappeared quickly. It hadn’t meant anything. Her brother had asked her to. Of course she would for George.
And, as usual, she was told to listen. Usually it was to her father, but now she had to listen to George. Couldn’t she have just stayed home? It would have been so much easier. And, maybe with him in America, she could at least get some attention from them. But no; she had to go along and head to America with her brother…in second class. It was far from fair, really.
After they had both left, she glanced at her brother for a second, and then towards the ship. “Yeah, I know…” she mumbled. She followed as George led the way to the ship, and to their second class rooms. She looked around the room, and groaned. She would have to share. Maybe, if she left them alone, they would leave her alone. She didn’t need to bother with anyone else.
What she did need, however, was for this punishment to hurry up and be over with. She pouted as she plopped down on a bed, staring absently ahead of herself at the wall. It wasn’t fair! She had to stay among the second class. What if someone who knew she was first class saw her there? What a mess that would be! And still, she had little choice. She felt like crying. But she didn’t know when others would be there. She didn’t need to be seen like that.
OOC Notes
"Damn it we will be late." Patrick said in a sigh under his breathe as he looked at his pocket watch. "Aye shut yah gob. We will be on time" his mother snapped at him. He gave a slight smile, he was surprised that she had heard him. "O this shall be grand, yes?" his father said looking at both of them intently and excitedly. "Aye Ole man, I am excited." laughed Patrick as the taxi drove closer to the harbor. Patrick could smell the sea water. "I do wish you would have worn your nicer clothes Patty. You look like a bum, you'll be lucky if they let ya on the boat." His mother said to him as she shook her head at him. Patrick had a white long sleeve V neck shirt with a sport jacket over top and slacks. "Mum, if they don't let me on i'll swim to America, or sneak on." He said to his mother with a wink. "You'll be the death of me boy." she sighed and looked out the window and saw the ship come into view.
At the harbor the taxi driver unloaded the luggage. A young man dressed in fine clothes came and took some of the bags to check them into their room. "My this ship is so big. And look at all these buzzies." His mother gasped. "Hope it's not to cramped yeah?" his father replied back and him and Patrick followed the man taking the luggage. They walked up the ramp that seemed almost endless. Finally they all got to the door and were asked for their tickets. They presented the man with their tickets and walked to their room. The halls were very cramped but they finally managed to get to the room. They opened the door to a whole new world. "Bloody hell it's nicer then our home." his father said in shock. "Jappers, i'm breathe taken." his mother said as she walked further into the room taking in all of the beauty. Patrick smiled as he calmly walked in and sat at the desk. Even he had to admit the stateroom was beautiful. "This is quite brilliant." he said as he looked around. "Well i hope there is a pub on this floaty, I've got a throat on me." his father said with a wink to Patrick. "Aye" Patrick said with a laugh.
The luggage was all finally in the room and the family unpacked and settled in. Patrick became quite bored rather quickly and decided to go have a look around the ship. "Boy if you find a local, let me know. I could kill fer a little green man." his father told him as Patrick walked out of the room. "Aye da." he replied as he left already in the cramped hall. Patrick needed fresh air and a smoke so he decided to go to the top deck. As he walked to the elevator he saw many people coming and going. he saw pretty ladies, families and children. Everyone seemed to be so excited, this made him smile as he made his way to the elevator.
At the harbor the taxi driver unloaded the luggage. A young man dressed in fine clothes came and took some of the bags to check them into their room. "My this ship is so big. And look at all these buzzies." His mother gasped. "Hope it's not to cramped yeah?" his father replied back and him and Patrick followed the man taking the luggage. They walked up the ramp that seemed almost endless. Finally they all got to the door and were asked for their tickets. They presented the man with their tickets and walked to their room. The halls were very cramped but they finally managed to get to the room. They opened the door to a whole new world. "Bloody hell it's nicer then our home." his father said in shock. "Jappers, i'm breathe taken." his mother said as she walked further into the room taking in all of the beauty. Patrick smiled as he calmly walked in and sat at the desk. Even he had to admit the stateroom was beautiful. "This is quite brilliant." he said as he looked around. "Well i hope there is a pub on this floaty, I've got a throat on me." his father said with a wink to Patrick. "Aye" Patrick said with a laugh.
The luggage was all finally in the room and the family unpacked and settled in. Patrick became quite bored rather quickly and decided to go have a look around the ship. "Boy if you find a local, let me know. I could kill fer a little green man." his father told him as Patrick walked out of the room. "Aye da." he replied as he left already in the cramped hall. Patrick needed fresh air and a smoke so he decided to go to the top deck. As he walked to the elevator he saw many people coming and going. he saw pretty ladies, families and children. Everyone seemed to be so excited, this made him smile as he made his way to the elevator.
OOC Notes
Andrew stood in the kitchen of his small home, holding tightly to his beloved aunt. He took that moment, to inhale the soft scent of peppermint. It was home made shampoo, of course, that she was known for using. Letting her go, he let the palms of his hands still rest on her arms, as he looked down to her wet and watery eyes. Lifting his finger, he caught a single tear and held that moment. She loved him and she was the only one who ever gave the slightest damn about him. He felt as if he was loosing her, but of course, he was simply leaving the nest, or whatever you choose to call it. His parents left him at a young age under the car of his mothers sister, Anita. Since he was 7, she was all he ever had.
"I know dear. I will think of you every second." the woman said lowly, as she lowered her head, tears still pouring.
"Don't be so upset, aunt Nita. I'll be sure to find a way to phone you. And of course, write you. Everyday if I have to." Andrew said, in a deep but calming tone.
He pulled her close for one last hug, laying a kiss upon her frazzled black and gray hair before walking to the den to collect his things. Andrew didn't have much, that was for sure. And for this trip, he only had with him one large suitcase. With a man of his financial status, it was a mystery how he managed to come across a ticket on such a luxurious ship. Lets just say, gambling can be an addiction, but it has its perks. Grabbing his suitcase, he walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a hold of his aunts hand and heading towards the door.
"Now remember what I said, dear." the woman said, "Don't be a'looking for trouble out there. You've had enough of that here.. and as we agreed yo-"
"I'm going to start over." Andrew said, finishing her sentence with a smile. "And you do me a favor." he said, clenching her hand as he stepped out the door. "Don't worry. And say a prayer for me."
Surprisingly, this touch piece of a man had to fight back a few tears. This was the only home he ever had, and he was leaving it to find a home he could call his own. A home he could work for with his own two hands. To start a family. To change.
"I love you.." he said, letting her hand go and walking down the few steps and towards the docks.
The woman had her palm to her mouth, pushing back as much tears as she could, watching her only nephew leave. Andrew made haste, and moved quickly to not miss the departing of the ship. There was a crowd amongst the docks, people showing tickets and suitcases being lightly checked. Andrew wore a pair of long legged tan knickers, a plain white, but dingy button up shirt which was covered in a dark gabardine vest. His feet were covered in the most common shoes, boots that were two tone colored of black and tan, and laced up past his ankle. His hear was scattered, but was easily managed with a touch of water and a run of his fingers. He was simple, and his look showed that. He waiting in a long line, until he was next to show his ticket and then board the ship. He didn't go straight to his room instead, he stood near the white painted railing, gazing out towards the ocean. He knew the ship was a beauty, shore, but he admired the view even more. Setting his suitcase by his feet, he leaned his elbows over, letting the back of his forearms rest on the rail, hunching over to gaze out towards the water.
"Guess this is goodbye England.." he said under his breath, lowering his eyes.
OOC Notes
"Imogen," Her mother was saying, fast clipped and formally said, "we've made a mistake in you leaving on your own to this place, America - your father and I have decided I will accompany you. Imogen's heart stopped. Her fingers curled tightly around the handle of her traveling suitcase, and she didn't dare look at her mother for fear of screaming in her face. How dare they! How dare she! Imogen was a fully grown woman, completely capable of traveling alone. It wouldn't even be a very long voyage .. and she was already getting a bad taste in her mouth at the thought of spending such a time with her mother alone, without Imogen's father there to act as a mediator. Imogen would not stand for it. She just couldn't. No. She wouldn't!
"Mother!" She unclasped her fingers around the handle and the dark leathered bag dropped to the ground, swirling up dust and salt from being so close to the harbor, "I am capable enough to voyage this journey on my own! I'm very sorry but I just refuse to allow you to come. It is alone or not atall." Alice Williamson gasped, her hand flying to cover up her gaping mouth. Her whole body trembled in anger and once she got ahold of herself, daggers were glared at her daughter. 'Insolent girl!' Mrs. Williamson thought sharply, her eyes narrowing and face growing pinched.
"Well, if that is what you want, then you will get it." Mrs. Williamson finally decided crisply, eyeing her daughter. The sullied girl; in Mrs. Williamson's mind, Imogen hadn't an idea of what she'd gotten herself into. Well, she wasn't stopping her now.
"Don't coming running to me when Mr. Peavey won't accept you for fear of some vile man defiling you on the voyage over there! And here's this ticket. Don't you dare lose it for I'm not buying another. Now get on that ship and don't look at me any more!" Mrs. Williamson harrumphed, slapping the third class slip of paper into her daughter's open palm. With an upturned nose and snotty look and a swirl of her skirts, she took her leave to the carriage that was waiting behind her, and Imogen had never felt freer in her life. A smile slowly grew onto her thin lips, and toffee-like eyes flashed in triumph. At last, no one to lead her .. no one to control her!, but the high, shrill call of the ship brought her from her reverie and she hurriedly took hold of her suitcase and bunched up her skirts in her hands, running as fast as she could.
"Third class, please sir!" She said breathlessly to the dock man, and once the ticket was stamped she was free to finally board this ship .. this amazing ship.
"I believe I've found home," Imogen whispered to herself, walking slowly on board the deck. She didn't bother to go to her room ; she had the rest of the voyage to do that. No, right now, it was her time to say goodbye and hello. Goodbye to England, the place made of rainy days and gloomy nights, and say hello to some place new ... where, well, she didn't know yet, but she was ready to find out.
Imogen dropped her suitcase beside her, ignoring the thumping sound it made and gripped onto the scalloped railings of the deck. The windy sea air whipped her dark hair around her to and fro, and salt got into her mouth, but she focused on none of that but the picture of England in the distance from her. It wasn't moving, not yet; the ship hadn't set sail, but it soon would be. From the deck she could see beggars huddled in streets, high, grey buildings and horse pulled carriages. People were clambering to the ship, some were attempting to get on without fare. She knew that they, just like her, were ready for something new. England was not for them anymore, nor was it for her.
She turned her back to the direction of the harbor and smiled.
"Mother!" She unclasped her fingers around the handle and the dark leathered bag dropped to the ground, swirling up dust and salt from being so close to the harbor, "I am capable enough to voyage this journey on my own! I'm very sorry but I just refuse to allow you to come. It is alone or not atall." Alice Williamson gasped, her hand flying to cover up her gaping mouth. Her whole body trembled in anger and once she got ahold of herself, daggers were glared at her daughter. 'Insolent girl!' Mrs. Williamson thought sharply, her eyes narrowing and face growing pinched.
"Well, if that is what you want, then you will get it." Mrs. Williamson finally decided crisply, eyeing her daughter. The sullied girl; in Mrs. Williamson's mind, Imogen hadn't an idea of what she'd gotten herself into. Well, she wasn't stopping her now.
"Don't coming running to me when Mr. Peavey won't accept you for fear of some vile man defiling you on the voyage over there! And here's this ticket. Don't you dare lose it for I'm not buying another. Now get on that ship and don't look at me any more!" Mrs. Williamson harrumphed, slapping the third class slip of paper into her daughter's open palm. With an upturned nose and snotty look and a swirl of her skirts, she took her leave to the carriage that was waiting behind her, and Imogen had never felt freer in her life. A smile slowly grew onto her thin lips, and toffee-like eyes flashed in triumph. At last, no one to lead her .. no one to control her!, but the high, shrill call of the ship brought her from her reverie and she hurriedly took hold of her suitcase and bunched up her skirts in her hands, running as fast as she could.
"Third class, please sir!" She said breathlessly to the dock man, and once the ticket was stamped she was free to finally board this ship .. this amazing ship.
"I believe I've found home," Imogen whispered to herself, walking slowly on board the deck. She didn't bother to go to her room ; she had the rest of the voyage to do that. No, right now, it was her time to say goodbye and hello. Goodbye to England, the place made of rainy days and gloomy nights, and say hello to some place new ... where, well, she didn't know yet, but she was ready to find out.
Imogen dropped her suitcase beside her, ignoring the thumping sound it made and gripped onto the scalloped railings of the deck. The windy sea air whipped her dark hair around her to and fro, and salt got into her mouth, but she focused on none of that but the picture of England in the distance from her. It wasn't moving, not yet; the ship hadn't set sail, but it soon would be. From the deck she could see beggars huddled in streets, high, grey buildings and horse pulled carriages. People were clambering to the ship, some were attempting to get on without fare. She knew that they, just like her, were ready for something new. England was not for them anymore, nor was it for her.
She turned her back to the direction of the harbor and smiled.
OOC Notes
George Andrew Stanly III stared at his sister for a moment and sighed. George placed his hand on hers and softly came down to eye level he smiled gently at his sister. “Your life is going to be better in America, I promise you that.” he said gently he hadn‘t meant to yell at her it had just came out, his parents had been at their wits end with her. George handed his sister a thousand pounds and smiled. “What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t allow you to at least go up to first class and take a look around? Be back in time for dinner though alright?” He would give Elisabeth some space.
His sister was very lucky to have him as a brother, not many brothers would make an exception, but this was the finest ship in all of England and he didn’t ever recall being on any other ship so big. He loved his sister more than anything, and he would gladly give up his own life so that she lives, if it ever came to that, but those things only happen in the books. Didn’t they?
Elisabeth and George didn’t ever really talk much, only because his parents had been so busy in securing him a bride. Elisabeth had been his best friend while they were growing up. They played games together even Chess. “They have Chess contest, would you like to sign up as a team? It would give you more time near the people your most comfortable with.”
George was beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea of his, to make her travel second class. Now he sat down next to Elisabeth “Are you going to be mad at me for the whole voyage?” he asked gently when she didn‘t answer him he sighed and kissed her on the cheek “I love you Elisabeth, even if you won‘t talk to me, that will never end my love for my baby sister, I just wish you would have looked for attention else where instead of causing havoc for mother and father.”
George looked at Elisabeth once again and sighed “I’ll be up in the First class area scoping it out for friends and such, if you change your mind.” He and his sister had the room to themselves at the moment, anything could happen though, he wondered if he would have roommates at all and what would take them so long to get here? He didn’t realize there was so much confusion in where they would sleep.
With that George walked out and smiled, at the women passing by with their luggage. “Ladies.” he said gently and formally. George had played chess and checkers with his father as a young lad and was very fond of the game. He hoped to find an older partner, one with whom he could converse with on subjects close to his heart. He wanted to make his parents proud, and he had tried to by dating women that he had been set up with.
George signed up for the game and smiled, this ship was huge! Bigger than the Olympic that was for sure. As he walked through the main grand stairway he began to walk up and passed by the crown of glory. George heard Mr. Issmay talking to Captain Smith about the speed of the boat, and how he wanted the people to marvel at something else with the Titanic. George shook his head, he didn’t bother stopping to say hello.
As George walked through the first class estates hall way he shook his head softly he saw beautiful suitcases being taken into a certain room and a painting of a beautiful flower, he had to admire the work of the artist and wondered who had the good taste in paintings, but he would never know that. Not at this point in time.
Dinner would be soon, and then so would the evening entertainment, he would go down to the third class for entertainment. The third class people were always a lively group, and always seemed to have lively music playing. George came back in his cabin to see Elisabeth was gone. He sighed and shook his head. He hoped she wouldn’t cause trouble.
His sister was very lucky to have him as a brother, not many brothers would make an exception, but this was the finest ship in all of England and he didn’t ever recall being on any other ship so big. He loved his sister more than anything, and he would gladly give up his own life so that she lives, if it ever came to that, but those things only happen in the books. Didn’t they?
Elisabeth and George didn’t ever really talk much, only because his parents had been so busy in securing him a bride. Elisabeth had been his best friend while they were growing up. They played games together even Chess. “They have Chess contest, would you like to sign up as a team? It would give you more time near the people your most comfortable with.”
George was beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea of his, to make her travel second class. Now he sat down next to Elisabeth “Are you going to be mad at me for the whole voyage?” he asked gently when she didn‘t answer him he sighed and kissed her on the cheek “I love you Elisabeth, even if you won‘t talk to me, that will never end my love for my baby sister, I just wish you would have looked for attention else where instead of causing havoc for mother and father.”
George looked at Elisabeth once again and sighed “I’ll be up in the First class area scoping it out for friends and such, if you change your mind.” He and his sister had the room to themselves at the moment, anything could happen though, he wondered if he would have roommates at all and what would take them so long to get here? He didn’t realize there was so much confusion in where they would sleep.
With that George walked out and smiled, at the women passing by with their luggage. “Ladies.” he said gently and formally. George had played chess and checkers with his father as a young lad and was very fond of the game. He hoped to find an older partner, one with whom he could converse with on subjects close to his heart. He wanted to make his parents proud, and he had tried to by dating women that he had been set up with.
George signed up for the game and smiled, this ship was huge! Bigger than the Olympic that was for sure. As he walked through the main grand stairway he began to walk up and passed by the crown of glory. George heard Mr. Issmay talking to Captain Smith about the speed of the boat, and how he wanted the people to marvel at something else with the Titanic. George shook his head, he didn’t bother stopping to say hello.
As George walked through the first class estates hall way he shook his head softly he saw beautiful suitcases being taken into a certain room and a painting of a beautiful flower, he had to admire the work of the artist and wondered who had the good taste in paintings, but he would never know that. Not at this point in time.
Dinner would be soon, and then so would the evening entertainment, he would go down to the third class for entertainment. The third class people were always a lively group, and always seemed to have lively music playing. George came back in his cabin to see Elisabeth was gone. He sighed and shook his head. He hoped she wouldn’t cause trouble.
OOC Notes
[People who haven't posted entrances can still post their entrances, explaining how they got on board and how they unpacked even if the ship has shove off. Just explain how you boarded and go to where your character is after the ship set sail.]
The ship had set sail, and had left the docks and was now on it's way over the water.
After everything had been unpacked, Aubrey clasped her hands together and walked out of her bedroom. She turned to her father who was sitting on the couch, reading from a book with a cigar in his mouth. She bit her lip and walked over, sitting next to him and then looked at him and he slowly looked at her. "Yes Aubrey?" he said, rather irritated that she kept staring at him, like she wanted something.
"Actually, father... I know dinner is coming up soon and... then afterwards, there are some chess games going on.." she said. He eyed her, raising his right eyebrow and he took the cigar from his mouth, blowing the smoke into the air. "I was wondering if I could possibly join one of the Chess Games? I know you think it's childish but-"
"Actually, it sounds like a wonderful idea. A nice game of Chess instead of running around like an idiot seems like a pretty good. And Chess is a game of strategy and you must be cunning and intelligent, it will show how smart you actually are." he said and then went back to his book. She rolled her eyes and made her way back into her bedroom, pulling out a few dresses. What shall she wear to dinner? The Red silk? The White Satan? The Sparkling blue jewels clinging to a white silk color? So many choices she could do, but she wanted to look her best for the first dinner of the Titanic. She sighed and pulled out a long silky red dress with gold mini sparkles scattered about it, and it was low cut and sleeveless with the long flowing skirts going down to her ankles as she slipped on the matching red heels to go with it, and let her long silky dark brown hair fall past her shoulders and onto her chest. She would sigh and then walk to the small vanity in her room and she set her make up on it, putting a new layer of blush on her cheeks and then putting a fresh paint of dark lipstick on her lips and kissing some tissue a few times to lighten the color.
She would then smile brightly and she turned to the mirror, staring into it as her dark chocolate eyes glowed and she smiled, doing a few model poses before putting in two golden earrings in the shape of diamonds and the pendant her grandmother gave her was still wrapped around her throat. She smiled and then she walked to the door, stepping out and looking at her father and her mother who glanced at her. Her father smiled slightly. "Now there is a beautiful lady." Her mother simply pursed her lips and walked over, adjusting the dress from the back and tightening it up.
"Indeed." Her mother replied and then walked over to the couch. Her mother was wearing a puffy white dress with blue ribbons all over it and an elegant fancy blue and white hat. Aubrey sighed as she grabbed her black purse and then her mother opened up the door and they all walked out, walking down the hallways.
Aubrey couldn't wait to get her hands on those chess pieces.
The ship had set sail, and had left the docks and was now on it's way over the water.
After everything had been unpacked, Aubrey clasped her hands together and walked out of her bedroom. She turned to her father who was sitting on the couch, reading from a book with a cigar in his mouth. She bit her lip and walked over, sitting next to him and then looked at him and he slowly looked at her. "Yes Aubrey?" he said, rather irritated that she kept staring at him, like she wanted something.
"Actually, father... I know dinner is coming up soon and... then afterwards, there are some chess games going on.." she said. He eyed her, raising his right eyebrow and he took the cigar from his mouth, blowing the smoke into the air. "I was wondering if I could possibly join one of the Chess Games? I know you think it's childish but-"
"Actually, it sounds like a wonderful idea. A nice game of Chess instead of running around like an idiot seems like a pretty good. And Chess is a game of strategy and you must be cunning and intelligent, it will show how smart you actually are." he said and then went back to his book. She rolled her eyes and made her way back into her bedroom, pulling out a few dresses. What shall she wear to dinner? The Red silk? The White Satan? The Sparkling blue jewels clinging to a white silk color? So many choices she could do, but she wanted to look her best for the first dinner of the Titanic. She sighed and pulled out a long silky red dress with gold mini sparkles scattered about it, and it was low cut and sleeveless with the long flowing skirts going down to her ankles as she slipped on the matching red heels to go with it, and let her long silky dark brown hair fall past her shoulders and onto her chest. She would sigh and then walk to the small vanity in her room and she set her make up on it, putting a new layer of blush on her cheeks and then putting a fresh paint of dark lipstick on her lips and kissing some tissue a few times to lighten the color.
She would then smile brightly and she turned to the mirror, staring into it as her dark chocolate eyes glowed and she smiled, doing a few model poses before putting in two golden earrings in the shape of diamonds and the pendant her grandmother gave her was still wrapped around her throat. She smiled and then she walked to the door, stepping out and looking at her father and her mother who glanced at her. Her father smiled slightly. "Now there is a beautiful lady." Her mother simply pursed her lips and walked over, adjusting the dress from the back and tightening it up.
"Indeed." Her mother replied and then walked over to the couch. Her mother was wearing a puffy white dress with blue ribbons all over it and an elegant fancy blue and white hat. Aubrey sighed as she grabbed her black purse and then her mother opened up the door and they all walked out, walking down the hallways.
Aubrey couldn't wait to get her hands on those chess pieces.
OOC Notes
He followed his family aboard the ship and headed for the first class where the room he had to himself. Reaching the door, he slowly opened the door and found that the room was a bit too small for his liking but had no choice as they were the biggest rooms on the ship. He sighed as he stepped inside and the butler followed him in, setting the suitcases down aside the bed. "Thank you." He said to Charles, the butler who had served him ever since he was a young child. "I'll be out on the deck. Do inform me when dinner is to be served." Charles nodded to him and Reed headed out to where a majority of the people had been. The rich and the poor, the young and the old, the tall and the short, the lean and the fat, there were all sorts of people on the ship. He had found it a bit appalling that such people with no statuses were allowed to be on such an extravagant ship.
Pushing and shoving pass people, Reed made his way to the edge where people had been waving to the vast amounts of people waiting on the shore. He had managed to spot his wife and son, looking straight up at him and his facial expression grew rigid. It had been difficult saying goodbye to his son whom he had only little time to spend with but he had to go back to America. Caroline and him had been having problems with their marriage for months and he thought that separation would be a good thing. It would give them time to grow so that they're relationship may be fixed in the future and his son will grow up to have both parents by his side. Reed sighed, feeling stuffy amidst all the people. He wasn't one to enjoy large gatherings, not even the balls and parties he often attended. He watched as the Titanic started moving and the large ship had set sail.
With his arms folded, he stared out at the open sea, his mind overflowing with problems and worries. It made him uncomfortable knowing he wouldn't be seeing his son in 2 months. Reed felt a small pair of arms wrap around his waist and his lips formed into a small smile as he turned around. The 4-year old girl with the porcelain skin and the large green eyes was smiling brightly up at him. Her silky brown hair was fixed in ringlets and had bounced around whenever she moved. Reed bent down, smiling at her. "Abigail, my dear. You shouldn't be out here with all these ghastly and dirty people. You could get sick. Shall we go inside and take a gander at the dining room?" She nodded her head, her hair bobbing up and down along with it. He stood up, took her hand and headed for the dining room where the majority of the people in the First Class had been.
OOC Notes
Annamarie smiled as she reached the door to her room.It was quite large, bigger then she had expected for a person on their own to get."Wow...how beautiful!"She exclaimed as she walked around the room happily examining every inch of it.She noticed her bags laid neatly on the ground, empty to which she assumed the maids had taken out her clothing and hung it up.She walked over to the large queen size bed and laid down , smiling up at the ceiling."To think...just yesterday I was planning on missing this trip, and staying home to study...how glad I am to have taken this opportunity."She then heard her stomach grumble and sat up instantly."I am rather hungry....perhaps I shall see what they serve in this place for dinner."She said quietly to herself as she moved out of her room, shutting and locking the door behind her.She walked down the hallway until she moved closer to the dining room.As she walked she accidentally brushed against a man around her age, who was with a small little girl probably around three or four years old."Oh pardon me! I am so awfully rude..I didn't mean to brush against you.My apologies sir."She said as her cheeks grew slightly pink.The man looked wealthy, probably boarding the 1st class side as well.She wasn't one to judge people by that though.
She then turned to the little girl and smiled."Well your simply adorable.What's your name dear?"She loved children, hoping to one day have some of her own...that didn't seem likely to happen as long as she continued to practice her fencing and if she continued using improper language of a lady.
She then turned her attention back to the man and bowed her head slightly."I'm Annamarie Huntington...and you are?"She said curiously.She knew that he would know the Huntington name if he was high status...after all her father did own most of the major oil around the area.
She then turned to the little girl and smiled."Well your simply adorable.What's your name dear?"She loved children, hoping to one day have some of her own...that didn't seem likely to happen as long as she continued to practice her fencing and if she continued using improper language of a lady.
She then turned her attention back to the man and bowed her head slightly."I'm Annamarie Huntington...and you are?"She said curiously.She knew that he would know the Huntington name if he was high status...after all her father did own most of the major oil around the area.
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Patrick called the elevator and waited patiently for it to arrive. He heard the slight "DING" to signal it had arrived. He stepped in and looked at the buttons. He wasn't sure what floor the dinning hall was on. "Damn it" He said under his breathe "I guess i will have to adventure around." He said as he pushed several buttons. He leaned against the back of the elevator as it took him floor to floor. Every time the door opened he would see people bustling around going in and out of rooms. Finally he arrived at the top deck. "I guess i missed the dinning area?" He said as he stepped out of the elevator. As he stepped out a cool breeze hit him in his face blowing his hair back. He took a deep breathe of the fresh air and exhaled with a smile. He walked to the railing and peered over to see the workers removing the ramps from the boat. "I guess we will be leaving shortly" Patrick said as he turned his gaze to the vast ocean. He walked around on the top deck. It was very crowded with children and older people with luggage. He lit a cigarette and sat on a bench so he could continue to look ok into the ocean. "New world here i come." he said as he exhaled smoke and the boat began to shove off. He was still wondering where the pub and dinning halls were, but for now they could wait he was was lost in thought about the sea.
OOC Notes
After Imogen had taken in the sights of England - now far, far in the distance - she'd picked up her bags and deposited them in her room. Crowded as it was, for she shared it with three other women, she was still happy and amazed. The people she were around were such characters! Such as one Mrs. Alice O'Reilly, a woman with six children, plump hips and a cheerful smile. As soon as she saw Imogen struggling in the door with her weaks arms and heavy suitcases she took one from her and lay it under a bunk, then entertained her for over an hour with stories of Ireland, with its swelling hills and many a people. "We're a very jolly bunch, we be," Mrs. O'Reilly had said to Imogen, smiling widely with rosy cheeks. Imogen thought Mrs. O'Reilly was much like a large child, but she'd be a lovely travelling companion, in Imogen's mind. Lightly, she thought her mother would be aghast at the type of people in third class. Imogen, however, was fascinated.
"Ye go on to dinner, now," Mrs. O'Reilly encouraged Imogen after over an hour of tales of romantic Ireland and humorous stories of milk buckets and such gone awry, "I hear they 'ave some p'etty nice food. Ye on now, I'll come after nursing wee Kathy here." Imogen didn't want to leave Mrs. O'Reilly and her babe alone, truly, as the other two women (a mail-order bride and a woman heading to New York to work as a maid for her brother's wife) had already left, but at the older woman's urging she pecked a kiss upon Mrs. O'Reilly's cheek and set out to the dining halls. It took her a nice bit to find the room, but when she did, it was obvious for boisterous chuckling and fiddle playing could be heard, as the smell of plum pudding and roasted pork drifted near. A nice sign indulged her curiousity, as it said '3rd Class Dining Hall' and she entered without another thought.
'I do hope I'm dressed fine as enough,' Imogen thought to herself, but it was obvious her dress was a bit finer than the others in the rowdy dining hall, with its soft fabric and lovely, light patterns of orchids all over the skirts. Keeping to herself, Imogen quickly got an order of nice plum pudding with sweet sauce and sat down with her fare, smoothing her skirts out as she did so. Imogen was about to take a bite of the sweet smelling treat when a sort of Finnish looking man called out, "Ey! You with the fine dress and curly hair!" Imogen dropped her spoon in the pudding and looked around for whom he was speaking to before she realized he was speaking to her.
"Yes, my sir?" Imogen said lightly, mentally eyeing the man with his scruffy beard and pint full of beer. He just grinned and leaned across the table before whispering in her ear, "What's a pretty girl like you doin' all alone on this ship here?" An impish grin was tugging across Imogen's lips, and she softly took a hold of his face before saying sweetly in his ear, as serious as could be, "Dear sir, I'm off to meet a client of mine in America. I'm so well known in Liverpool, you see, as a painted lady he had just needed to have me as soon as he heard of the curly haired lady!" A loud guffaw left the man's lips and he gave Imogen a grin.
"Pretty lady, you just got me interest." He waggled his eyebrows and Imogen laughed, picking up her spoon again. This place was quite fun. She was positive it would not be the same in the second or first class dining rooms .. she was suddenly very glad she was not in them.
"Ye go on to dinner, now," Mrs. O'Reilly encouraged Imogen after over an hour of tales of romantic Ireland and humorous stories of milk buckets and such gone awry, "I hear they 'ave some p'etty nice food. Ye on now, I'll come after nursing wee Kathy here." Imogen didn't want to leave Mrs. O'Reilly and her babe alone, truly, as the other two women (a mail-order bride and a woman heading to New York to work as a maid for her brother's wife) had already left, but at the older woman's urging she pecked a kiss upon Mrs. O'Reilly's cheek and set out to the dining halls. It took her a nice bit to find the room, but when she did, it was obvious for boisterous chuckling and fiddle playing could be heard, as the smell of plum pudding and roasted pork drifted near. A nice sign indulged her curiousity, as it said '3rd Class Dining Hall' and she entered without another thought.
'I do hope I'm dressed fine as enough,' Imogen thought to herself, but it was obvious her dress was a bit finer than the others in the rowdy dining hall, with its soft fabric and lovely, light patterns of orchids all over the skirts. Keeping to herself, Imogen quickly got an order of nice plum pudding with sweet sauce and sat down with her fare, smoothing her skirts out as she did so. Imogen was about to take a bite of the sweet smelling treat when a sort of Finnish looking man called out, "Ey! You with the fine dress and curly hair!" Imogen dropped her spoon in the pudding and looked around for whom he was speaking to before she realized he was speaking to her.
"Yes, my sir?" Imogen said lightly, mentally eyeing the man with his scruffy beard and pint full of beer. He just grinned and leaned across the table before whispering in her ear, "What's a pretty girl like you doin' all alone on this ship here?" An impish grin was tugging across Imogen's lips, and she softly took a hold of his face before saying sweetly in his ear, as serious as could be, "Dear sir, I'm off to meet a client of mine in America. I'm so well known in Liverpool, you see, as a painted lady he had just needed to have me as soon as he heard of the curly haired lady!" A loud guffaw left the man's lips and he gave Imogen a grin.
"Pretty lady, you just got me interest." He waggled his eyebrows and Imogen laughed, picking up her spoon again. This place was quite fun. She was positive it would not be the same in the second or first class dining rooms .. she was suddenly very glad she was not in them.
OOC Notes
Elisabeth sighed, taking the money. Little good it would do her; seeing where she should be when she had to stay second class. She mostly saw it as trying to rub it in, seeing as he was going to be there often enough. He had even said he would be eating first class, and she was still stuck second. This was far from fair.
He said something about chess and, while she wouldn’t mind playing, she was still upset. She did her best too ignore him, but it had been a while since she had played. But a contest…she wasn’t so sure about that. A contest might not be the best way to try to start playing again, though. Tempting as it was, really.
After he had left, she stayed and pouted for a bit. Of all the other types of punishments she could have gotten…second class…she’d much rather he had only taken sweets from her. That would have been sufficient enough. But no. She sat up, too irritated to just lie there, and went off to explore.
She didn’t know where anything was, or where she was going, even. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to do. Her brother had said he would be in first class…so she tried to find something else to look for, and to avoid that area. And, of course, she had to try to make herself feel better. And third class was worse than second class, right? She’d explore that a little.
But even then, it wasn’t very interesting for her. She avoided people as much as possible, refusing to find herself talking with one of them. She was not going to be mistaken as second class by someone from third class that she didn’t know. That, and she wasn’t sure about much of these third class people. Her brother, she knew, hadn’t always been first class; that was what he was always complaining about. What those girls had always been complaining about. She wasn’t entirely sure what that mattered; after all, he did have the money now, didn’t he?
All that bothered her was that she had so little to do now. At least she knew what she could find to do at home. But here…there was so little. She sighed, leaving that area, and instead explored the rest of the ship. So what was she supposed to do? She could look for little hiding places, ones that George would never think to look when he tried to look for her. …But there were too many people; someone was bound to see her hiding at some point, and it wouldn’t be too hard for him to ask for help.
She was starting to think it was impossible for her to find something to do. The game of chess game to mind, though. While it wasn’t exactly what she had wanted, it was something. Her brother had said he would be in the first class area…right? She would have to go and look for him there. Even though she was still upset with him, she would be able to endure a little while of chess with him around. But, by the time she got up there, he must have left, or something. She wandered around, searching, and not finding him. But this was where he had said he would be, so he would have to be around here somewhere. Maybe she just kept missing him, or something. She would keep looking until it was close to dinner, she decided. After all, she would have to eat sometime.
He said something about chess and, while she wouldn’t mind playing, she was still upset. She did her best too ignore him, but it had been a while since she had played. But a contest…she wasn’t so sure about that. A contest might not be the best way to try to start playing again, though. Tempting as it was, really.
After he had left, she stayed and pouted for a bit. Of all the other types of punishments she could have gotten…second class…she’d much rather he had only taken sweets from her. That would have been sufficient enough. But no. She sat up, too irritated to just lie there, and went off to explore.
She didn’t know where anything was, or where she was going, even. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to do. Her brother had said he would be in first class…so she tried to find something else to look for, and to avoid that area. And, of course, she had to try to make herself feel better. And third class was worse than second class, right? She’d explore that a little.
But even then, it wasn’t very interesting for her. She avoided people as much as possible, refusing to find herself talking with one of them. She was not going to be mistaken as second class by someone from third class that she didn’t know. That, and she wasn’t sure about much of these third class people. Her brother, she knew, hadn’t always been first class; that was what he was always complaining about. What those girls had always been complaining about. She wasn’t entirely sure what that mattered; after all, he did have the money now, didn’t he?
All that bothered her was that she had so little to do now. At least she knew what she could find to do at home. But here…there was so little. She sighed, leaving that area, and instead explored the rest of the ship. So what was she supposed to do? She could look for little hiding places, ones that George would never think to look when he tried to look for her. …But there were too many people; someone was bound to see her hiding at some point, and it wouldn’t be too hard for him to ask for help.
She was starting to think it was impossible for her to find something to do. The game of chess game to mind, though. While it wasn’t exactly what she had wanted, it was something. Her brother had said he would be in the first class area…right? She would have to go and look for him there. Even though she was still upset with him, she would be able to endure a little while of chess with him around. But, by the time she got up there, he must have left, or something. She wandered around, searching, and not finding him. But this was where he had said he would be, so he would have to be around here somewhere. Maybe she just kept missing him, or something. She would keep looking until it was close to dinner, she decided. After all, she would have to eat sometime.
OOC Notes
Reed glanced down at the girl in front of him, examining and observing her at every point. Her dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and crimson tainted lips had been the complete opposite of what his wife had been with her light blonde hair and light blue eyes. It almost seemed to intrigue him that he was standing in front of one of England's most well known daughters, but then again, he knew that his father and the Caulfield family had taken over both the Americas, Asia and was starting to conquer over Europe in the steel industry. "Reed." He paused as if almost it was for the dramatic effect. "Reed Caulfield." Abigail gave her brother a big hug though technically, she was only hugging his legs since the man had stood over 6 feet tall. "He's my biiiiiggg brother! I love him. The little girl giggled, jumping up and down with her arms raised, signaling for Reed to pick her up. He bent down and lifted her off the ground before walking into the dining room towards an empty table. Abigail waved goodbye to the woman.
"Why didn't you say goodbye to her, Reed?" Abigail pouted as Reed set her down in the empty chair next to his. "Because I don't need to." Charles approached the table and greeted his master. "Get me the Pate du Foie Gras with a side of broiled rice and salmon and a glass of the finest champagne. Abigail will have the creamed carrots, chateau potatoes and a side of chocolate eclairs and a bowl of chocolate ice cream and a glass of milk." Abigail and Reed watched Charles walk off. She frowned upon her brother. "But I wanted her to be my friend." He glanced around at the people dancing and having fun and getting themselves drunk. It was something he never approved of. He turned his attention back to his little sister who had been pouting. "You have the maids and butlers as your friends, Abigail. What more do you need? Being from a noble family, you shan't be making friends with random people." Abigail folded her arms, glaring at him. "Fine. But will you marry her?"
"No, Abigail. Brother's already married, remember? You spent the month with her at the mansion in London." Jonathan approached them and sat on the seat next to Abigail. She turned her head towards him, making a disgusted face. "But I don't like her!" The little girl whined, slumping back into her seat. Reed sighed, placing his head between his hands. He remembered the day that his and Caroline's marriage was announced to his siblings and how Abigail had pretty much thrown a fit. Jonathan on the other hand, had remained calm and collected. It was the way that the 10 year old had always been though Reed knew very well that he didn't take much of a liking to Caroline either, especially since their marriage was basically arranged. He had met Caroline back at Oxford and was a bit infatuated with her but not to the point where he had loved her. When the parents found out, the two families had basically decided that the two would marry despite the many objections that came from the two. But Reed knew what he had to do then. After all, children of such prestige families weren't allowed to fall in love with the knowledge that one day, they would have to be forced into a marriage they never wanted.
OOC Notes
George had signed up for the Chess game and was told not to come back until seven thirty, when the game would be started and he would be assigned a partner. When Elisabeth did not come back and it was time for dinner he sighed and shook his head. Well she was missing out. George thought to himself. What his parents didn’t know wouldn’t really hurt them. He was considering letting Elisabeth join him, but now she was gone and it really irritated him, didn’t he tell her to be back by dinner time?
George wouldn’t wait long and he shook his head as he went up to first class. He was dressed as a first class man, so no one would think he had a second class ticket. George found the Captains table and smiled gently. The Captain grinned and hugged George as he knew the family name well. “Welcome aboard Titanic George Stanly.” The Captain said. “Please sit.” George did sit, and he had a wonderful view of everyone.
When he saw a woman he would know the name of by the end of the evening coming in with her parents he stopped eating and stared at her, he whispered to the Captain wondering who she was. “Her name is Aubrey, I can arrange a meeting if you’d like George, her parents are hum… itching to get rid of her to the first man that is willing to take her as wife.”
George blinked and looked at the Captain for a moment. The girl’s parents just wanted to get rid of her? Then he looked back at his plate and continued eating thinking about things, but he would catch himself every once and a while looking over at Aubrey. Then come to think of it that is exactly what his parents had been trying to do to Elisabeth. “George I know you like to dance, they’ll be playing Tango music shortly.” George shook his head no.
“The women in first class never seem to have an easy life.” George said simply. “One would think with all the money they have, the girls parents would allow love to play a part.” George shook his head softly “I am sure I would love to dance the Tango Captain, but not with you. I’d rather a lady friend.” George chuckled at his own joke.
This made the Captain laugh, everyone could see the Captain’s table from where they were and some who knew George smiled at him others who didn’t know George just looked at him green with envy because he was sitting at the Captains table. “I have yet to explore the rest of the ship, and would like to go down to the third class.” This made the Captain blink and then he smiled at George.
“Of course anything for you George, I’ll see to it you get a guided tou---” The Captain started…
“No, no!” George shook his head “that is very kind of you Captain Smith, but I well I would kind of like to go on my own, see who I meet and all.” George looked up and saw Aubrey again and smiled, she was pleasing to his eyes, but was she cold as ice? George wondered at this for a moment. Then his eyes wondered away from looking at Aubrey for most of the evening and onto just as equally of a beautiful girl, the Captain whispered Annamarie’s name and told him the family’s name and profession.
“George if it is a wife you would be looking for, here on this ship, you couldn’t choose a better pair. Get to know both of them, you’ve no contract now. Annamaire is a sweet girl who I am sure would do everything you tell her to do, even if it broke her heart to do so, Aubrey’s obedience level I am not sure about. I half expected her to come over here and demand you quit looking at her or was that Annamarie’s style… yes Anna is the out spoken one. Aubrey is quiet, but a good conversation I am willing to bet.” The Captain smiled as he also gazed over towards Aubrey and nodded at her father. “Would you like a formal introduction George?”
George thought for a moment as his gaze quickly went back over to Aubrey, “Captain I may take you up on it, but not at this moment in time.” George had just finished his dinner and stood up.
A friend of George’s family had been assigned to sit with Aubrey’s family. Henry Oxly smiled up when he saw George. “We’ll… I’ll be! I had no idea he was going to be on board.” Henry Oxly shook his head and smiled “Such a nice man he turned out to be.” he said to himself, he didn’t really know Aubrey’s family. “I wonder….” Henry trailed off, but he decided he would have to look at the passenger’s list to see where his God child was staying on board.
George went to see when his first match was, seeing as there were over a hundred and his match with as a team, they would pair him up with a woman no doubt, then he blinked when saw the name and smiled. Aubrey's name was set next his and smiled, well he would like to see if she was any good at chess. Then he saw the time for his first match, well eight thirty is fine. And he headed down towards third class.
George came down the main stairwell to the third class and he was dressed out of place he knew, but he wanted to see the entire ship. The music was lively he saw his sister and smiled he shook his head and then saw Imogen another woman she was dressed nicer than the third class. George walked up to her.
“M’lady.” he spoke gently “My name is George Andrew Stanly III, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being my dance partner for one dance.” George smiled gently at a very stunningly beautiful woman. George looked into Imogen beautiful eyes and tried to look as harmless as possible. It really wasn’t proper for him to just walk up out of the blue and ask for a dance, but he wanted to see what this one would do. George offered her his hand. She was pretty yes, but he was still thinking of Aubrey… was that what the Captain said her name was?
George wouldn’t wait long and he shook his head as he went up to first class. He was dressed as a first class man, so no one would think he had a second class ticket. George found the Captains table and smiled gently. The Captain grinned and hugged George as he knew the family name well. “Welcome aboard Titanic George Stanly.” The Captain said. “Please sit.” George did sit, and he had a wonderful view of everyone.
When he saw a woman he would know the name of by the end of the evening coming in with her parents he stopped eating and stared at her, he whispered to the Captain wondering who she was. “Her name is Aubrey, I can arrange a meeting if you’d like George, her parents are hum… itching to get rid of her to the first man that is willing to take her as wife.”
George blinked and looked at the Captain for a moment. The girl’s parents just wanted to get rid of her? Then he looked back at his plate and continued eating thinking about things, but he would catch himself every once and a while looking over at Aubrey. Then come to think of it that is exactly what his parents had been trying to do to Elisabeth. “George I know you like to dance, they’ll be playing Tango music shortly.” George shook his head no.
“The women in first class never seem to have an easy life.” George said simply. “One would think with all the money they have, the girls parents would allow love to play a part.” George shook his head softly “I am sure I would love to dance the Tango Captain, but not with you. I’d rather a lady friend.” George chuckled at his own joke.
This made the Captain laugh, everyone could see the Captain’s table from where they were and some who knew George smiled at him others who didn’t know George just looked at him green with envy because he was sitting at the Captains table. “I have yet to explore the rest of the ship, and would like to go down to the third class.” This made the Captain blink and then he smiled at George.
“Of course anything for you George, I’ll see to it you get a guided tou---” The Captain started…
“No, no!” George shook his head “that is very kind of you Captain Smith, but I well I would kind of like to go on my own, see who I meet and all.” George looked up and saw Aubrey again and smiled, she was pleasing to his eyes, but was she cold as ice? George wondered at this for a moment. Then his eyes wondered away from looking at Aubrey for most of the evening and onto just as equally of a beautiful girl, the Captain whispered Annamarie’s name and told him the family’s name and profession.
“George if it is a wife you would be looking for, here on this ship, you couldn’t choose a better pair. Get to know both of them, you’ve no contract now. Annamaire is a sweet girl who I am sure would do everything you tell her to do, even if it broke her heart to do so, Aubrey’s obedience level I am not sure about. I half expected her to come over here and demand you quit looking at her or was that Annamarie’s style… yes Anna is the out spoken one. Aubrey is quiet, but a good conversation I am willing to bet.” The Captain smiled as he also gazed over towards Aubrey and nodded at her father. “Would you like a formal introduction George?”
George thought for a moment as his gaze quickly went back over to Aubrey, “Captain I may take you up on it, but not at this moment in time.” George had just finished his dinner and stood up.
A friend of George’s family had been assigned to sit with Aubrey’s family. Henry Oxly smiled up when he saw George. “We’ll… I’ll be! I had no idea he was going to be on board.” Henry Oxly shook his head and smiled “Such a nice man he turned out to be.” he said to himself, he didn’t really know Aubrey’s family. “I wonder….” Henry trailed off, but he decided he would have to look at the passenger’s list to see where his God child was staying on board.
George went to see when his first match was, seeing as there were over a hundred and his match with as a team, they would pair him up with a woman no doubt, then he blinked when saw the name and smiled. Aubrey's name was set next his and smiled, well he would like to see if she was any good at chess. Then he saw the time for his first match, well eight thirty is fine. And he headed down towards third class.
George came down the main stairwell to the third class and he was dressed out of place he knew, but he wanted to see the entire ship. The music was lively he saw his sister and smiled he shook his head and then saw Imogen another woman she was dressed nicer than the third class. George walked up to her.
“M’lady.” he spoke gently “My name is George Andrew Stanly III, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being my dance partner for one dance.” George smiled gently at a very stunningly beautiful woman. George looked into Imogen beautiful eyes and tried to look as harmless as possible. It really wasn’t proper for him to just walk up out of the blue and ask for a dance, but he wanted to see what this one would do. George offered her his hand. She was pretty yes, but he was still thinking of Aubrey… was that what the Captain said her name was?
OOC Notes
Aubrey made her way into the dining room, smiling at a few of the elegantly dressed people in the room and soft music was playing. She ran inside at a slow run, excited to be here and her mother grabbed her arm giving her a cold look. Aubrey glared back and then her mother led her to a large table with elegant dishes and silverware and glasses full of water and another glass for wine or some other beverage, all of it placed in front of evenly spaced elegant chairs. She slowly took a seat, jerking her arm from her mother's grip and she glanced at her father who sat next to her father. "Why can't you lighten up? Just a little. Geeze." Aubrey said harshly to her mother and her mother's lips tightened so much it seemed that they would rip.
Aubrey took a sip from her water and glanced around the room, staring at beautiful dresses and handsome men Conversating and eating as Aubrey's table was filling up quickly with people. She sighed as she glanced to another table and saw the captain and her eyes of chocolate brightened and she started to get up until she noticed a man was staring at her. She would then slowly sit back down, looking at her plate as she knew when a man stared at her, he either thought she was beautiful or the ugliest thing in the world. She sighed and took another sip of her water. "Aubrey, how is the Titanic so far? I know we just pushed off but how do you like the rooms?" one of the Counts asked her. She smiled at him and her face seemed to brighten.
"Oh, simply beautiful. The patterns and the colors seem to fit so well, in my opinion." Aubrey said. The count and his wife nodded with bright smiles. At least some adults knew how to flash their teeth, unlike her stuffy stiff mother and her over proud father. As she watched dinner being served on silver platters, she dug her fork into some of it and chewed on it quietly with her mouth shut.
"So, find any cute men yet, Aubrey?" asked Lady Frederick. Aubrey laughed and she looked at the woman, opening her mouth to speak but her mother answered for her.
"There are plenty of cute men on this ship, Aubrey will find her love soon enough but not in one night." her mother's icy voice made everyone frown and Aubrey stared at her mother, glaring and she drank the rest of her water before standing up. She noticed the man staring at her had gone to another woman and she slowly got up and walked over to the Captain, pulling up a large chair next to him as she smiled.
"Hello, Captain. I just wanted to walk over and say hello. This truly is a wonderful ship. I'd love to compliment Mr. Andrews on the amazing design of it all, it's just so big!" Aubrey said, smiling at him brightly. The captain laughed and looked at her, tilting his head slightly.
"Well, hello Aubrey. And it is isn't it?" she watched as he took a bite of food and looked at her. "Oh, Mr. Andrews? I don't know where he is, but he is around here somewhere. I'm sure he will swing by the games after dinner though." he said. Aubrey smiled at him.
"Good, because I am playing Chess tonight." she said and then she slowly got up. "Wonderful chatting with you, Captain." she smiled and walked back over to her table and sat down. She glanced at the man again but then diverted her eyes away to her plate and continued to eat her dinner.
Aubrey took a sip from her water and glanced around the room, staring at beautiful dresses and handsome men Conversating and eating as Aubrey's table was filling up quickly with people. She sighed as she glanced to another table and saw the captain and her eyes of chocolate brightened and she started to get up until she noticed a man was staring at her. She would then slowly sit back down, looking at her plate as she knew when a man stared at her, he either thought she was beautiful or the ugliest thing in the world. She sighed and took another sip of her water. "Aubrey, how is the Titanic so far? I know we just pushed off but how do you like the rooms?" one of the Counts asked her. She smiled at him and her face seemed to brighten.
"Oh, simply beautiful. The patterns and the colors seem to fit so well, in my opinion." Aubrey said. The count and his wife nodded with bright smiles. At least some adults knew how to flash their teeth, unlike her stuffy stiff mother and her over proud father. As she watched dinner being served on silver platters, she dug her fork into some of it and chewed on it quietly with her mouth shut.
"So, find any cute men yet, Aubrey?" asked Lady Frederick. Aubrey laughed and she looked at the woman, opening her mouth to speak but her mother answered for her.
"There are plenty of cute men on this ship, Aubrey will find her love soon enough but not in one night." her mother's icy voice made everyone frown and Aubrey stared at her mother, glaring and she drank the rest of her water before standing up. She noticed the man staring at her had gone to another woman and she slowly got up and walked over to the Captain, pulling up a large chair next to him as she smiled.
"Hello, Captain. I just wanted to walk over and say hello. This truly is a wonderful ship. I'd love to compliment Mr. Andrews on the amazing design of it all, it's just so big!" Aubrey said, smiling at him brightly. The captain laughed and looked at her, tilting his head slightly.
"Well, hello Aubrey. And it is isn't it?" she watched as he took a bite of food and looked at her. "Oh, Mr. Andrews? I don't know where he is, but he is around here somewhere. I'm sure he will swing by the games after dinner though." he said. Aubrey smiled at him.
"Good, because I am playing Chess tonight." she said and then she slowly got up. "Wonderful chatting with you, Captain." she smiled and walked back over to her table and sat down. She glanced at the man again but then diverted her eyes away to her plate and continued to eat her dinner.
OOC Notes
Patrick watched as the land got smaller and smaller and he drifted closer and closer to America. He laughed to himself and was full of excitement. After he finished his cigarette he stood up and stretched his arms out. After relaxing he continued his walk around the top deck. He remembered his fathers request to find a bar or good restaurant. He didn't see too much on the upper deck and decided to go below deck again and see what else the ship had to offer. He found a staircase and walked down hoping to find something interesting. The further he walked down the more noise he heard. It sounded almost like a party. He followed the noise and found himself at a restaurant. He heard the sounds of irish people talking and laughing. "I'm sure there will be a bar in here" he thought to himself with a laugh. He walked in ignoring the 3rd class class. He walked in with a smile on his face he felt like he was at home. He sat down next to a girl who was finely dressed and a man who seemed to be having a good time. Patrick motioned to a waiter for a beer and listened to the couple's conversation. The man was very irish and loud. This made Patrick feel more welcomed in the area. The couple talked about her being to pretty to be here and joked about how she was a call girl. She was quite witty for someone who was from England. Patrick received his beer and took a couple sips from the mug. "Ay so you are a call girl?" Patrick Said to the girl with a joking smile on his face. "I must admit so seem a bit out of place ere. Or did you lose your way to the first class hall?" He said with a chuckle. He Looked at hie fellow irishmen with hopes he would chime in and have fun with him as well. The old man smiled and laughed along with him. Patrick had another sip of his beer "The name is Patrick, and what might the famed painted lady's name be?"
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Annamarie smiled at the little girl and laughed."Pleasure to meet you Reed...and."She was interrupted as he and the little girl left, Reed scooping up the little one and taking her to the dining room.Anna scratched her head and then sighed."He must have been in a hurry...or maybe he was displeased with me somehow".She mumbled to herself before shaking her head and walking towards the dining room and sitting down at an empty table.She noticed the little girl crossing her arms and making a face at Reed, which made Anna laugh at seeing the girl pout like that.She thought it was rather cute.Just as she was about to pick up a menu when a man with a rather dark 5 a clock shadow came up to her table and laid his hand on the menu across from her.She glanced up towards the man and raised a thin eyebrow, her chocolate eyes becoming alert."Well hello there beautiful, what a girl like you eating dinner alone for?"The man asked her as he smirked looking her up and down in a rather inappropriate way.Anna folded her hands together on top of her menu and then responded in a polite yet crisp voice."Thinking mostly, and admiring the view of the dining room.".The man surprisingly sat down and took a roll from the basket in front of Anna.Her eyebrows shot up in surprise from watching the rude stranger.
"So what's your name miss?You look high class so I'm going to say your a Maria?No...an Elizabeth maybe? Something regal most likely .".He said , slurring his words together."Sir, I must politely decline to having dinner with you or anything of the sort.I can smell the whiskey on your breathe and I think it would be a good idea if perhaps you retired to your room."She moved to sit up but the man grabbed her hand, his rough skin against her smooth pale hands.The grip he had on her made her wince slightly."Sir please unhand me!"She said slightly loud, although not trying to make a scene.She knew alcohol caused people to act irrationally and she didn't wish to ruin the mans reputation...if he had one.
"So what's your name miss?You look high class so I'm going to say your a Maria?No...an Elizabeth maybe? Something regal most likely .".He said , slurring his words together."Sir, I must politely decline to having dinner with you or anything of the sort.I can smell the whiskey on your breathe and I think it would be a good idea if perhaps you retired to your room."She moved to sit up but the man grabbed her hand, his rough skin against her smooth pale hands.The grip he had on her made her wince slightly."Sir please unhand me!"She said slightly loud, although not trying to make a scene.She knew alcohol caused people to act irrationally and she didn't wish to ruin the mans reputation...if he had one.
OOC Notes
Elisabeth hadn’t found her brother anywhere in the first class area, and sighed. She was tired of looking, and hungry. But, as she looked around, it must have passed the time she was supposed to have been in the room. She shook her head, and wasn’t paying too much attention to where she was going anymore. All she knew was she was trying to find her way back. She did find her way there but, of course, she was indeed late.
She had planned on being there sooner, but she couldn’t find him. All because he hadn’t been where he had said he would be. She ended up trying to find her way to a dining room. Of course, since she wasn’t allowed to bring her best dresses, she would have to eat second class. She didn’t pay much attention to a lot of the people around her, and ate quickly. The sooner to get out of there.
There didn’t seem to be much point in going back to the room; he certainly wasn’t going to be there. And, now that she had left the first class area, her brother was probably going to be back up there. She wanted to avoid him now; she had spent too much time trying to find him, and was upset again. What was the point in telling her where he was going to be if he wasn’t going to be there?
Now she wasn’t paying any attention at all to where she was going, and it wasn’t like it mattered. If she got lost, she would only be on her own for a while. She’d find food when she got hungry enough, like she had a little bit ago. Maybe she would have to get used to finding her own way around, if he was going to keep doing that. It wasn’t until her head started to hurt from the noise that she realized she was in third class again. She glanced around the crowd, just to see what kind of people were there. She frowned slightly when he saw her brother. So much for exploring first class.
She ignored him for the most part, standing out of the way against a wall, mostly looking over the people. How could they be so loud? Every now and then, though, she would look for him. Maybe it was just out of boredom, or, possibly, it was because there was no one else here that she personally knew, and she didn’t like that. She debated what she was going to do next, whether she should just stay there, out of the way, put herself closer to the only person she knew, or just go back to her cabin. She glanced at George again.
Now he was asking someone to dance. She shook her head again. But she was third class…he was first, even if he hadn’t always been that way. What good did that do? She decided she’d stay a little while; the fact that her brother had approached someone else kept her away for a little while. She didn’t need to interrupt…rather, to make herself known to whoever this stranger was. She would wait until after before she approached him, whether she was still there or not. After all, she needed to complain about him not being where he had said he would be, and wasting her time.
She had planned on being there sooner, but she couldn’t find him. All because he hadn’t been where he had said he would be. She ended up trying to find her way to a dining room. Of course, since she wasn’t allowed to bring her best dresses, she would have to eat second class. She didn’t pay much attention to a lot of the people around her, and ate quickly. The sooner to get out of there.
There didn’t seem to be much point in going back to the room; he certainly wasn’t going to be there. And, now that she had left the first class area, her brother was probably going to be back up there. She wanted to avoid him now; she had spent too much time trying to find him, and was upset again. What was the point in telling her where he was going to be if he wasn’t going to be there?
Now she wasn’t paying any attention at all to where she was going, and it wasn’t like it mattered. If she got lost, she would only be on her own for a while. She’d find food when she got hungry enough, like she had a little bit ago. Maybe she would have to get used to finding her own way around, if he was going to keep doing that. It wasn’t until her head started to hurt from the noise that she realized she was in third class again. She glanced around the crowd, just to see what kind of people were there. She frowned slightly when he saw her brother. So much for exploring first class.
She ignored him for the most part, standing out of the way against a wall, mostly looking over the people. How could they be so loud? Every now and then, though, she would look for him. Maybe it was just out of boredom, or, possibly, it was because there was no one else here that she personally knew, and she didn’t like that. She debated what she was going to do next, whether she should just stay there, out of the way, put herself closer to the only person she knew, or just go back to her cabin. She glanced at George again.
Now he was asking someone to dance. She shook her head again. But she was third class…he was first, even if he hadn’t always been that way. What good did that do? She decided she’d stay a little while; the fact that her brother had approached someone else kept her away for a little while. She didn’t need to interrupt…rather, to make herself known to whoever this stranger was. She would wait until after before she approached him, whether she was still there or not. After all, she needed to complain about him not being where he had said he would be, and wasting her time.
OOC Notes
Imogen had taken a bite or two of her pudding when a man approached her. He seemed very fine and oddly out of place - she was admittedly slightly confused as to why he would be in the third class dining room of all places, but smiled nonetheless when he asked her for a dance with his hand held politely out. He'd been quite forward, but then again, so had the rowdy Irishman in front of her, hadn't he? Imogen quite liked the rough and tumble third class attitudes and mannerisms, and with a charming smile and light hand, she placed hers in his and stood. "I'd love to have a dance, I believe. My name is Imogen Williamson." Yet even as she introduced herself she could easily tell his mind seemed to be elsewhere ... on another lady perhaps? That sent her feathers ruffling, but she hadn't any right to assume so as of yet ... as of yet, we may urge you to remind yourself.
Her skirts swirled on the dirty floor of the dining hall; dust, flour, and other sort of condiments littered it. As much as she did not mind the fresh attitudes and sweetly sour words of the third class, she did not mind the slightly dirty surrounds, although stepping in a smashed grape did soil a bit of her spirits. She was just about to head off with the fine, tailored man when another seemed to call out to her. "Ay, so you are a call girl?" The other called, sipping a beer, "I must admit you seem out of place ere. Or did you lose your to this first class hall?" Imogen might've been mad at this man, but she couldn't for he chuckled after his words and smiled at her, "The name is Patrick," He had continued, "and what might the famed painted lady's name be?" Imogen smiled widely, her eyes flashing with mirth at this mysterious, apparent Irishman, and she quickly responded,
"This lady's name is Imogen Williamson, and if you're very kind and keep your spot I may save you a punch on my dance card after this lovely man." She discreetly gave this Patrick a little smile and turned back to her dance partner for the moment, now focused completely on him. With rosy cheeks she hadn't had in a while, she lay her hand back in his and said lightly, very lightly, "Good sir, I suppose we should get to dancing, shan't we?"
Her skirts swirled on the dirty floor of the dining hall; dust, flour, and other sort of condiments littered it. As much as she did not mind the fresh attitudes and sweetly sour words of the third class, she did not mind the slightly dirty surrounds, although stepping in a smashed grape did soil a bit of her spirits. She was just about to head off with the fine, tailored man when another seemed to call out to her. "Ay, so you are a call girl?" The other called, sipping a beer, "I must admit you seem out of place ere. Or did you lose your to this first class hall?" Imogen might've been mad at this man, but she couldn't for he chuckled after his words and smiled at her, "The name is Patrick," He had continued, "and what might the famed painted lady's name be?" Imogen smiled widely, her eyes flashing with mirth at this mysterious, apparent Irishman, and she quickly responded,
"This lady's name is Imogen Williamson, and if you're very kind and keep your spot I may save you a punch on my dance card after this lovely man." She discreetly gave this Patrick a little smile and turned back to her dance partner for the moment, now focused completely on him. With rosy cheeks she hadn't had in a while, she lay her hand back in his and said lightly, very lightly, "Good sir, I suppose we should get to dancing, shan't we?"
OOC Notes
George smiled gently at Imogen, he liked her spunk. He took her to the floor and danced with her, not for just once song either. He had winning smile that would melt the hearts of any woman if they had gotten a chance to know him. "So, I bet your wondering why I am in third class?" George smiled "I'm looking for the trouble maker of my family, my baby sister whom I love and adore. I believe she is somewhere here." George smiled. George knew how to treat a lady only because he would be quiet pissed if some man hurt his sister.
After the third dance George took his pocket watch and noted eight twenty five. "I have a chess game I am part of, would you like to come up to first class and watch?" asked George softly his eyes danced, he was asking only if to have the company of a beauitful third class woman with him. "Imogen, I don't want anything from you, I ask for nothing but friendship, that is as far as I will go." George said gently his eyes sparkling he was harmless. "Besides y ou don't want to soil your evening and dance with that drunken fool now do you?" he asked softly and looked her in the eyes.
OOC: I'm really sorry this is so short!!! I will write a longer post when I get home on wednessday, but I am limited in my time!
After the third dance George took his pocket watch and noted eight twenty five. "I have a chess game I am part of, would you like to come up to first class and watch?" asked George softly his eyes danced, he was asking only if to have the company of a beauitful third class woman with him. "Imogen, I don't want anything from you, I ask for nothing but friendship, that is as far as I will go." George said gently his eyes sparkling he was harmless. "Besides y ou don't want to soil your evening and dance with that drunken fool now do you?" he asked softly and looked her in the eyes.
OOC: I'm really sorry this is so short!!! I will write a longer post when I get home on wednessday, but I am limited in my time!
OOC Notes
Patrick smiled as she went off to dance. He finished his beer and watched everyone dance. He set the empty mug down on the table and took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He grimaced at the time it was getting quite late. He looked around the dance floor and didn't see the girl anymore. "O well" he sighed to himself. "Aye old man, give my regards to the lady if she comes back looking for me. I don't want to be rude." Patrick said to the old irish man at the table with him. "WIll do sonny" the old man replied with a smile as he raised his glass to solute him off. Patrick gave him a nod and walked out of the dining area. He past a couple of young ladies that were dressed in a slightly poorer way. "Ladies" He said as he lowered his head and allowed them to enter. THey giggled and went on their ways. He continued to the stairs and found himself at a fancier dinning hall. Everyone was dressed in fine dresses and tuxedos. Patrick was stopped at the door by a man "Sir, this is first class only, third class is downstairs." Patrick was about to say that he was first class but instead smiled "Haha, I am sorry sir" he said as he continued up the stairs.
He saw signs for a chess match for this evening. He only played a few times, but he knew his way around the board. He decided to sign up just for kicks, and maybe meet new people. After he signed up he checked his watch again. The time was getting close to the tournament. He rushed back to his room to grab a nicer jacket and shirt. When he arrived at his room he found it was empty, his parents were no where to be found. He figured they went to a dinning hall, but he wasn't worried, they were on a boat they would be back. He found a nice white shirt and tuxedo jacket. Before he left he gave one last look in the mirror. He pushed his hair away from his eyes and gave an approving smile. He left the stateroom and walked to the area where the tournament was being held. He felt like he needed a cigarette first to calm his nerves and relax. Patrick went to the top deck to have his cigarette. The skyline was just gorgeous, and he was just mesmerized and was lost in the beauty. After awhile of staring off into the sky he remembered about the chess game. He took out his pocket watch and saw the time. "Damn it!" He shouted as he flicked his cigarette over the railing. Rushing to the area where the tournament was being held, he hoped that he was not to late. Finally he arrived at the entrance. He had been running and could not stop in time and accidentally crashed into a group of people standing waiting in line. "I am terribly sorry. " Patrick said as he picked himself up and extended a hand to help the others up as well.
He saw signs for a chess match for this evening. He only played a few times, but he knew his way around the board. He decided to sign up just for kicks, and maybe meet new people. After he signed up he checked his watch again. The time was getting close to the tournament. He rushed back to his room to grab a nicer jacket and shirt. When he arrived at his room he found it was empty, his parents were no where to be found. He figured they went to a dinning hall, but he wasn't worried, they were on a boat they would be back. He found a nice white shirt and tuxedo jacket. Before he left he gave one last look in the mirror. He pushed his hair away from his eyes and gave an approving smile. He left the stateroom and walked to the area where the tournament was being held. He felt like he needed a cigarette first to calm his nerves and relax. Patrick went to the top deck to have his cigarette. The skyline was just gorgeous, and he was just mesmerized and was lost in the beauty. After awhile of staring off into the sky he remembered about the chess game. He took out his pocket watch and saw the time. "Damn it!" He shouted as he flicked his cigarette over the railing. Rushing to the area where the tournament was being held, he hoped that he was not to late. Finally he arrived at the entrance. He had been running and could not stop in time and accidentally crashed into a group of people standing waiting in line. "I am terribly sorry. " Patrick said as he picked himself up and extended a hand to help the others up as well.
OOC Notes
Aubrey glanced at her father's watch and she instantly sprung up, seeing the chess games were going to begin soon. She sipped more of her water, an excited smile peering on her face. "Excuse me, I have chess to attend to." she laughed and turned away from her parents before her mother could bark a cold comment, the others smiling to see the curious Aubrey go. She left through the doors and walked down a few hallways until she reached the game room. She walked inside, seeing tables being set up with chess boards and chess pieces set up, little boxes set up on each side of the table for where dead pieces would go throughout the game.
One of the men setting up the games walked over to her, smiling. "Ah, hello Miss. Are you here for a chess game or two?" he asked. Aubrey flipped some hair from her eyes and she giggled slightly.
"Ah, that I am. I'm most excited too." she said.
"Well then, follow me. Let's get you seated at a table." he said and he turned, gesturing for her to follow him. She followed him quickly, her skin tingling to finally get some fun into her life. She sat down at table number four and she glanced around, seeing she was a bit early for the games but she didn't mind that. She brushed off her lap and she glanced at the door, seeing a line of people starting to form and she raised an eyebrow. She then laughed and she looked down at the chess board. She scratched her head and then closed her eyes for a few moments.
[I had intended Aubrey to arrive a bit earlier for the games.]
One of the men setting up the games walked over to her, smiling. "Ah, hello Miss. Are you here for a chess game or two?" he asked. Aubrey flipped some hair from her eyes and she giggled slightly.
"Ah, that I am. I'm most excited too." she said.
"Well then, follow me. Let's get you seated at a table." he said and he turned, gesturing for her to follow him. She followed him quickly, her skin tingling to finally get some fun into her life. She sat down at table number four and she glanced around, seeing she was a bit early for the games but she didn't mind that. She brushed off her lap and she glanced at the door, seeing a line of people starting to form and she raised an eyebrow. She then laughed and she looked down at the chess board. She scratched her head and then closed her eyes for a few moments.
[I had intended Aubrey to arrive a bit earlier for the games.]
OOC Notes
Elisabeth shook her head. She had only expected one dance from him; not several. Even if it was only three, it was still longer than he had expected. It didn’t look like there was too much for her to bother with; a good portion of drunks, and very little else. All third class, too, and little that she was used to seeing. She sighed and started to make her way through the people, trying to get at her brother.
She did realize that he had yet to leave the company of the woman, but it didn’t matter much. She was not going to stand on her own for too much longer. And she did not know anyone else there but him. If she had been allowed to stay at home, this would not have happened; she would have been able to stick closer to her parents. But, as it stood, she was stuck with George, so she would have to deal with that.
She got close and watched for a few moments, listening to him talk to her; it didn’t look like it mattered much. He might be following along, anyway. She had forgotten about the chess contest…it might be too late for her to sign up at this point. She wasn’t sure, but, chances were, she would have been stuck with someone she did not know, anyway. She wasn’t exactly confident that, after so long of not playing, she would get anywhere. Maybe she’d settle for trying to get him to play her later.
She sighed again, and approached her brother this time. She tapped his arm lightly to get his attention. “You weren’t where you said you’d be, George. I wasted hours looking for you, and you weren’t even there,” she said, whining a little, but trying to hide that much. She glanced at the woman with him and smiled slightly nodded, mostly to acknowledge that she knew she was there. But she was too wary of new people to come out and actually say anything to her.
She glanced back to George. “I don’t know that they’re accepting anyone to sign up anymore; it’s already started, hasn’t it? Or close to it…I was too busy looking for you to remember.” Which was partially true. The fact was, she was still debating whether or not she really wanted to or not the entire time. And then, she wasn’t sure she’d find out where to sign up in time. And, somewhere during all that, she had forgotten the time, and when she was supposed to sign up, or anything.
She did realize that he had yet to leave the company of the woman, but it didn’t matter much. She was not going to stand on her own for too much longer. And she did not know anyone else there but him. If she had been allowed to stay at home, this would not have happened; she would have been able to stick closer to her parents. But, as it stood, she was stuck with George, so she would have to deal with that.
She got close and watched for a few moments, listening to him talk to her; it didn’t look like it mattered much. He might be following along, anyway. She had forgotten about the chess contest…it might be too late for her to sign up at this point. She wasn’t sure, but, chances were, she would have been stuck with someone she did not know, anyway. She wasn’t exactly confident that, after so long of not playing, she would get anywhere. Maybe she’d settle for trying to get him to play her later.
She sighed again, and approached her brother this time. She tapped his arm lightly to get his attention. “You weren’t where you said you’d be, George. I wasted hours looking for you, and you weren’t even there,” she said, whining a little, but trying to hide that much. She glanced at the woman with him and smiled slightly nodded, mostly to acknowledge that she knew she was there. But she was too wary of new people to come out and actually say anything to her.
She glanced back to George. “I don’t know that they’re accepting anyone to sign up anymore; it’s already started, hasn’t it? Or close to it…I was too busy looking for you to remember.” Which was partially true. The fact was, she was still debating whether or not she really wanted to or not the entire time. And then, she wasn’t sure she’d find out where to sign up in time. And, somewhere during all that, she had forgotten the time, and when she was supposed to sign up, or anything.
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Come on people! STORY IS STILL GOING! :) Your Characters ARE NEEDED! DAY ONE IS ALMOST DONE!
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Lighting informed me she will be gone for two days... personal reasons. So, she said keep posting and she will have alot of reading to do when she gets back.
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To answer your question Crystal Flamedance, I'm almost positive Anica's character was talking to Reed and his little sister, Abigail because they were on their way to the dining room and Anica's character "brushed" against a man who was with a little girl.
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...Okay...so, before I get around to posting again, I have a small question. Was Anica's character talking about Elisabeth and William? Because I'm quite sure my character is not 3 or 4 years old. She's much older than that, I had thought. Especially if, when you read in her older brother George's history, near the end. he was talking about finding a man for her already...
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# Titanic, 1912., about 5 hours ago, as written by Hera
"Imogen," Her mother was saying, fast clipped and formally said, "we've made a mistake in you leaving on your own to this place, America - your father and I have decided I will accompany you. Imogen's heart stopped. Her fingers curled tightly around the handle of her traveling suitcase, and she didn't dare look at her mother for fear of screaming in her face. How dare they! How dare she! Imogen was a fully grown woman, completely capable of traveling alone. It wouldn't even be a very long voyage .. and she was already getting a bad taste in her mouth at the thought of spending such a time with her mother alone, without Imogen's father there to act as a mediator. Imogen would not stand for it. She just couldn't. No. She wouldn't!
"Mother!" She unclasped her fingers around the handle and the dark leathered bag dropped to the ground, swirling up dust and salt from being so close to the harbor, "I am capable enough to voyage this journey on my own! I'm very sorry but I just refuse to allow you to come. It is alone or not atall." Alice Williamson gasped, her hand flying to cover up her gaping mouth. Her whole body trembled in anger and once she got ahold of herself, daggers were glared at her daughter. 'Insolent girl!' Mrs. Williamson thought sharply, her eyes narrowing and face growing pinched.
"Well, if that is what you want, then you will get it." Mrs. Williamson finally decided crisply, eyeing her daughter. The sullied girl; in Mrs. Williamson's mind, Imogen hadn't an idea of what she'd gotten herself into. Well, she wasn't stopping her now.
"Don't coming running to me when Mr. Peavey won't accept you for fear of some vile man defiling you on the voyage over there! And here's this ticket. Don't you dare lose it for I'm not buying another. Now get on that ship and don't look at me any more!" Mrs. Williamson harrumphed, slapping the third class slip of paper into her daughter's open palm. With an upturned nose and snotty look and a swirl of her skirts, she took her leave to the carriage that was waiting behind her, and Imogen had never felt freer in her life. A smile slowly grew onto her thin lips, and toffee-like eyes flashed in triumph. At last, no one to lead her .. no one to control her!, but the high, shrill call of the ship brought her from her reverie and she hurriedly took hold of her suitcase and bunched up her skirts in her hands, running as fast as she could.
"Third class, please sir!" She said breathlessly to the dock man, and once the ticket was stamped she was free to finally board this ship .. this amazing ship.
"I believe I've found home," Imogen whispered to herself, walking slowly on board the deck. She didn't bother to go to her room ; she had the rest of the voyage to do that. No, right now, it was her time to say goodbye and hello. Goodbye to England, the place made of rainy days and gloomy nights, and say hello to some place new ... where, well, she didn't know yet, but she was ready to find out.
Imogen dropped her suitcase beside her, ignoring the thumping sound it made and gripped onto the scalloped railings of the deck. The windy sea air whipped her dark hair around her to and fro, and salt got into her mouth, but she focused on none of that but the picture of England in the distance from her. It wasn't moving, not yet; the ship hadn't set sail, but it soon would be. From the deck she could see beggars huddled in streets, high, grey buildings and horse pulled carriages. People were clambering to the ship, some were attempting to get on without fare. She knew that they, just like her, were ready for something new. England was not for them anymore, nor was it for her.
She turned her back to the direction of the harbor and smiled.
# Titanic, 1912., about 12 hours ago, as written by LovelyRose
"And I must say, I will miss you more than anyone I have ever known." the young man said, as he pulled the middle aged woman into a tight hug.
Andrew stood in the kitchen of his small home, holding tightly to his beloved aunt. He took that moment, to inhale the soft scent of peppermint. It was home made shampoo, of course, that she was known for using. Letting her go, he let the palms of his hands still rest on her arms, as he looked down to her wet and watery eyes. Lifting his finger, he caught a single tear and held that moment. She loved him and she was the only one who ever gave the slightest damn about him. He felt as if he was loosing her, but of course, he was simply leaving the nest, or whatever you choose to call it. His parents left him at a young age under the car of his mothers sister, Anita. Since he was 7, she was all he ever had.
"I know dear. I will think of you every second." the woman said lowly, as she lowered her head, tears still pouring.
"Don't be so upset, aunt Nita. I'll be sure to find a way to phone you. And of course, write you. Everyday if I have to." Andrew said, in a deep but calming tone.
He pulled her close for one last hug, laying a kiss upon her frazzled black and gray hair before walking to the den to collect his things. Andrew didn't have much, that was for sure. And for this trip, he only had with him one large suitcase. With a man of his financial status, it was a mystery how he managed to come across a ticket on such a luxurious ship. Lets just say, gambling can be an addiction, but it has its perks. Grabbing his suitcase, he walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a hold of his aunts hand and heading towards the door.
"Now remember what I said, dear." the woman said, "Don't be a'looking for trouble out there. You've had enough of that here.. and as we agreed yo-"
"I'm going to start over." Andrew said, finishing her sentence with a smile. "And you do me a favor." he said, clenching her hand as he stepped out the door. "Don't worry. And say a prayer for me."
Surprisingly, this touch piece of a man had to fight back a few tears. This was the only home he ever had, and he was leaving it to find a home he could call his own. A home he could work for with his own two hands. To start a family. To change.
"I love you.." he said, letting her hand go and walking down the few steps and towards the docks.
The woman had her palm to her mouth, pushing back as much tears as she could, watching her only nephew leave. Andrew made haste, and moved quickly to not miss the departing of the ship. There was a crowd amongst the docks, people showing tickets and suitcases being lightly checked. Andrew wore a pair of long legged tan knickers, a plain white, but dingy button up shirt which was covered in a dark gabardine vest. His feet were covered in the most common shoes, boots that were two tone colored of black and tan, and laced up past his ankle. His hear was scattered, but was easily managed with a touch of water and a run of his fingers. He was simple, and his look showed that. He waiting in a long line, until he was next to show his ticket and then board the ship. He didn't go straight to his room instead, he stood near the white painted railing, gazing out towards the ocean. He knew the ship was a beauty, shore, but he admired the view even more. Setting his suitcase by his feet, he leaned his elbows over, letting the back of his forearms rest on the rail, hunching over to gaze out towards the water.
"Guess this is goodbye England.." he said under his breath, lowering his eyes.
# Titanic, 1912., about 14 hours ago, as written by the-king-of-hearts
"Damn it we will be late." Patrick said in a sigh under his breathe as he looked at his pocket watch. "Aye shut yah gob. We will be on time" his mother snapped at him. He gave a slight smile, he was surprised that she had heard him. "O this shall be grand, yes?" his father said looking at both of them intently and excitedly. "Aye Ole man, I am excited." laughed Patrick as the taxi drove closer to the harbor. Patrick could smell the sea water. "I do wish you would have worn your nicer clothes Patty. You look like a bum, you'll be lucky if they let ya on the boat." His mother said to him as she shook her head at him. Patrick had a white long sleeve V neck shirt with a sport jacket over top and slacks. "Mum, if they don't let me on i'll swim to America, or sneak on." He said to his mother with a wink. "You'll be the death of me boy." she sighed and looked out the window and saw the ship come into view.
At the harbor the taxi driver unloaded the luggage. A young man dressed in fine clothes came and took some of the bags to check them into their room. "My this ship is so big. And look at all these buzzies." His mother gasped. "Hope it's not to cramped yeah?" his father replied back and him and Patrick followed the man taking the luggage. They walked up the ramp that seemed almost endless. Finally they all got to the door and were asked for their tickets. They presented the man with their tickets and walked to their room. The halls were very cramped but they finally managed to get to the room. They opened the door to a whole new world. "Bloody hell it's nicer then our home." his father said in shock. "Jappers, i'm breathe taken." his mother said as she walked further into the room taking in all of the beauty. Patrick smiled as he calmly walked in and sat at the desk. Even he had to admit the stateroom was beautiful. "This is quite brilliant." he said as he looked around. "Well i hope there is a pub on this floaty, I've got a throat on me." his father said with a wink to Patrick. "Aye" Patrick said with a laugh.
The luggage was all finally in the room and the family unpacked and settled in. Patrick became quite bored rather quickly and decided to go have a look around the ship. "Boy if you find a local, let me know. I could kill fer a little green man." his father told him as Patrick walked out of the room. "Aye da." he replied as he left already in the cramped hall. Patrick needed fresh air and a smoke so he decided to go to the top deck. As he walked to the elevator he saw many people coming and going. he saw pretty ladies, families and children. Everyone seemed to be so excited, this made him smile as he made his way to the elevator.
# Titanic, 1912., about 14 hours ago, as written by Crystal Flamedance
Elisabeth followed her father sullenly. Of course she would have to come along…but only in second class. This was ridiculous; she was first class. She always had been! He couldn’t wait for this punishment to be over. …Rather, she wished she didn’t have to endure it at all. It made no sense. It would never have happened if her parents had paid the slightest attention to what she was doing half the time. She didn’t really pay much attention to their conversation; they would talk about her as if she wasn’t there, anyway. What was the point of listening?
She watched their father walk away, not really caring to say anything. After all, he hadn’t said anything to her, had he? No, of course not; only talked about her to George. And then their mother was there, fawning over him. As usual. What about her? She was just trouble, apparently; not worth any of their time. It sounded like she had forgotten that he was riding second class, as well. Though show he could consider it her punishment if he was going second class, too was beyond her. But it just meant she wasn’t going to be on her own was all.
She watched her mother start to go away; she had at least looked at her. It was something. At least, she thought it was until she shook her head and walked away. Neither one cared, did they?
But then George was talking to her, and she came back. Even with a hug and parting words. She hugged her back; it was more than she had expected…but still. Her father had nothing of the sort for her, and their mother had probably only said anything because George had said something. That thought only made it seem like a lot less. The smile that had formed when her mother had come back to hug her disappeared quickly. It hadn’t meant anything. Her brother had asked her to. Of course she would for George.
And, as usual, she was told to listen. Usually it was to her father, but now she had to listen to George. Couldn’t she have just stayed home? It would have been so much easier. And, maybe with him in America, she could at least get some attention from them. But no; she had to go along and head to America with her brother…in second class. It was far from fair, really.
After they had both left, she glanced at her brother for a second, and then towards the ship. “Yeah, I know…” she mumbled. She followed as George led the way to the ship, and to their second class rooms. She looked around the room, and groaned. She would have to share. Maybe, if she left them alone, they would leave her alone. She didn’t need to bother with anyone else.
What she did need, however, was for this punishment to hurry up and be over with. She pouted as she plopped down on a bed, staring absently ahead of herself at the wall. It wasn’t fair! She had to stay among the second class. What if someone who knew she was first class saw her there? What a mess that would be! And still, she had little choice. She felt like crying. But she didn’t know when others would be there. She didn’t need to be seen like that.
# Titanic, 1912., about 16 hours ago, as written by AnicaAnara
"Anna!...Anna hurry dear your going to be late already!" Anna's father yelled out in his loud rough voice.Anna cam scrambling out of the car carriage and towards where her father and mother were waiting near the ship.The air smelled of salt and polish, which she assumed from all the cleaning the people were doing inside the ship...no it wasn't a ship.It was more like another world to her.Anna's father smiled and cupped his daughters chin with his large rough hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek."Now dear be sure to watch yourself around the people here, and don't be a bother to anyone."He said smiling slightly as his eyes twinkled .Annamarie rolled her dark brown eyes and then crossed her arms."Who me?Father when have I ever done such a thing?"She said chuckling slightly and then laughing louder as her father gave her a "Are you kidding?" face.Her mother tapped her foot almost impatiently as she waited for them to say their goodbyes so that she could as well.They both loved her dearly, as she was their only child ."Anna don't go off by yourself exploring either! I don't want you getting lost".Her father said sternly , but his face remained soft.
Anna nodded and then kissed her father's cheek."Yes yes father dear I understand.I promise not to go by myself to explore.".She smiled innocently until her father raised an eyebrow and she sighed."I promise I promise!"He chuckled and then kissed her once more on the cheek."Now say goodbye to your mother...while I get someone to fetch your luggage and your fencing equipment."He said the last word excitedly, as he was actually quite happy that his daughter took up fencing, even if society and his wife didn't approve.
Anna's mother turned to her daughter and smiled, her rosy cheeks even more red then usual."Now remember, don't use foul words around anyone...and if you meet a man for heavens sake get to know him better...but with a chaperon! Make sure hes a blue blood like us darling, and for goodness sake's please tell em your wearing your other petticoat!"Her mother said slightly annoyed as she looked at her daughters dress.Annamarie blushed and then grinned at her mother."Sorry mum, but at least I wore the corset...that bloody...I mean that thing hurts my stomach.
Her mother let out a sigh and then began to fan herself with a small blue fan that looked foreign."Darling do promise me you will be good.How else will you find a husband hmmm?"Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow, her foot still tapping against the ground.
"Perhaps I will meet someone who doesn't mind my mouth, likes that I don't wear ten pounds of clothing, and that I can fight mother!"She said slightly loudly as looked at her mother. Her mother clapped a hand quickly on her mouth after she said the word "fighting"."Why yes dear...fighting is BARBARIC!"Her mother said loudly as she looked around as the people passed them, questioning the family with an odd look.After a few people had passed she took her hand off her daughters mouth."Goodness child! Haven't I told you not to talk about...."She was interrupted by one of the attendees coming over and speaking to them about getting the bags and boarding.Annamarie nodded and then turned to her parents."Well, it's that time I suppose.I love you both dearly! I shall see you soon!"She said after hugging them both once more.They smiled with small tears in their eyes as they watched their daughter walk up to where the first classes were boarding.
# Titanic, 1912., about 16 hours ago, as written by LightingStrikes
George Andrew Stanly III walked out of his car, his personal driver had opened the door for him and George nodded. “Thank you Stephen.” he said “you’re a good man, and I shall miss your careful driving.” Stephen grumbled a little bit, only because he too would miss George but he was annoyed with the short announcement to George’s servants that there services had no longer been needed. George of course kept his vale, it was only proper that the gentlemen had someone to go about doing his bidding.
George smiled softly “Now Stephen, you didn’t think I was going to leave you empty handed did you?” Stephen looked up at the young man and shrugged “I’m giving you my car, and 20,000 pounds should keep you busy, I’ve also started a little cabbie company in your name, you are your own boss, just as you have always dreamed of my friend.” Stephen blinked and then smiled, George was a good man.
“Thank you sir!” Stephen said with excitement and smiled big.
“Giving your money away again George?” asked his father coming up behind him and with the little troublemaker his sister. He sighed and looked at his son. Andy looked at his daughter as well and shook his head. “Your in charge of her life son. We have given you guardianship over her, take care of her and good luck in America son.” Andy hugged his son and then looked at his daughter and turned around in discuss, he was still quiet angry with her over the whole wallet incident.
Alice smiled softly as she hugged her son and doted on him. “Now you must introduce yourself to the Captain, he’s expecting you to dine with him.” Alice grinned “And say hello to Bruce Ismay too, and Mr. Thomas Andrews … and…” alice blinked and saw her son’s annoyance. “Oh- right your not even going to be in first class.” she sighed “oh well!” She hugged her son tightly “I hope you find a good woman, one that makes your heart sing son. But don‘t be blinded by love, make sure she comes from a good family--- even in second class one can never be too careful.”
“Alice!” Andy called “We have things to do people to see, come along.” Andy sighed as he waited for his wife. Alice turned and was about to say something to her daughter but frowned and shook her head, no, she had wasted enough time on her daughter.
George sighed, his parents didn’t need to be that mean to her, they were still parents. George leaned into his mother and in a very hushed voice whispered “Please at least hug her good-bye and tell her you love her, don’t end it like this.” George whispered gently. He knew his parents were still upset “You won’t see her for a few months. By then she could have run away from me.”
Alice blinked and looked at her son and then back at her daughter Elisabeth, she sighed. Then she gently hugged her daughter. “I love you, be safe, and listen to George.” whispered Alice.
“ALICE!” Andy called as the whistle blew. George blinked and sighed as he gently took his sister by the arm.
“Elisabeth, we have to go now.” George whispered gently but firmly. They walked to the boarding of the second class and then went to their rooms, the largest in second class, but still small and enough room for four people. George wondered whom his roommates were going to be.
Edit | Flag # Titanic, 1912., a day ago, as written by SilentShivers
Aubrey's chocolate colored eyes went wide as she slowly stepped out of the carriage, the wind blowing the foam of the sea and the smell of the salt through her wavy and curly dark brown hair and it blew through the long flowing white silk with blue sparkles on the outside dress she wore, with ruffled loose sleeves that stopped at her shoulders and exposed her throat and her chest, the lower part low cut and the long flowing skirt going to her ankles as she wore a pair of matching white heels with a blue gem on each toe of each shoe. She wore her grandmother's pendant on her chest, and she was carrying a black suitcase that was quickly taken by one of the boys unloading the bags and hauling them onto the docking board, to where they would be taken to their rooms. The sun was shining brightly and few clouds scattered the bright blue sky, this day was a beautiful one and Aubrey's golden ivory colored skin seemed to glow as her lips covered in a light dark red lipstick curled into an excited smile.
The large ship was so large, so big, as she kept staring at it with her wide eyes. She felt a hand tug on her wrist and she looked to her mother who was dressed in her lacy and ribbon covered red dress, her strict sharp face and her lips pursed and her father was bragging to another man having his own luggage unloaded. "Aubrey, let's not wonder." her mother said quietly but in her cold voice and Aubrey's smile faded as she walked beside her mother towards the large docking board where many were walking up with the railings on the side, getting situated on the deck and getting led to their rooms. She saw some poor looking boys laughing and running past people up the dock, and she giggled slightly as she watched a few little girls dancing while walking, holding onto one another's hands. Aubrey fixed her own white hat with streaming light blew ribbons on the top, and she slowly took it off and handed it to the maid that they had brought with them. The maid was named Anna, a small petite girl with blonde hair and pale skin and twinkling green eyes. Anna was one of Aubrey's best friends even if she was just a maid, but Aubrey considered her almost like a sister.
"Hurry, Aubrey." her mother badgered and Aubrey rolled her eyes but picked up the skirts of her dress, hurrying up the dock as she saw her father walk alongside her father, his 6"4 body strong and covered in an elegant tuxedo and his black hair was slicked back. She looked back up the dock and then they boarded onto the ship, being directed to a man and giving them their tickets. He smiled, looking elegant and he led down across the deck. It was so large, row boats tied up along the side and little spaces to where people could walk out from their rooms or come up from below, chairs set out for women who wanted sun or to sit down and enjoy the fresh air. She sighed happily and then they were led down inside a door from where people would come up onto the deck and they were led down some elegant looking elevators and down some hallways. She saw others being led down hallways and being introduced to their room, some lugging their luggage or theirs being delivered by luggage boys.
Finally, they had a large white door opened up and Aubrey's eyes went wide. There was a small living room and then three bedrooms, a bathroom; The walls covered with a dark red color and gold curtains, beautiful dark colored furniture with flower patterns and gold on the furniture, tables around the room and flowers on the tables. She smiled as she ran into one of the bedrooms, staring at the large beautiful silk and pillow covered bed with a nightstand, a desk in the room, a table with a few chairs and a book shelf or two and a closet and a dresser... it was so beautiful. She smiled jumped onto the bed, laying down and closing her eyes as she happily laid there for a moment or two. When s he heard her mother call her name she slowly got off the bed, groaning lightly and walked back into the main room.
Her mother tilted her head as Anna slowly walked inside with a brown suitcase, glancing around. Aubrey's mother then cleared her throat. "So... the matter now of where Anna is going to sleep. Either she can sleep with the personal maids on board the Titanic... or she can sleep here, though it would be inappropriate." her mother said in her usual cold voice. Her pursed lips meant she wanted Anna to be out of the room but Aubrey crossed her arms with an irritated look.
"She can sleep with me, mother." Aubrey said and she took Anna's free hand, pulling her into the bedroom and staring at her mother with a serious look. Her mother's own expression went slightly surprised but she didn't say anything for a few moments and then nodded. "When is our luggage coming?" Aubrey asked, keeping her head held high as her own lips were slightly pursed to mock her mother.
"Now, actually." Her father said in his deep voice, coming around to stand by her mother while adjusting his white gloves on his hands. Aubrey let her lips relax as she watched a few men dragging in their luggage and suitcases and bags. "Those four are Aubrey's." Her father said, gesturing to the black suitcase, a large red suitcase, a white suitcase and a large black bag. They were all dropped into her room as she looked at Anna's single bag and Aubrey stroked a hand through Anna's hair, biting her lip before glancing back at her mother and father. Her father stared at her and then he walked away back towards his own room. Aubrey slowly turned, pushing Anna inside before looking at her mother and then closed the door. She looked at Anna.
"You can sleep on the floor or the couch... or with me. But you'd have to wake yourself up before mother came in to check on us." Aubrey said, looking at Anna who set Aubrey's hat on the nightstand. Anna turned towards her, blinking a few times. Aubrey knew Anna never talked much, her previous family [the family she served] beat Anna and Anna had permanent bruises and scars along her body she always kept covered. Anna shrugged lightly and looked down at her feet and then Anna glanced towards the couch. Aubrey sighed and opened the door, walking to her mother who was looking at some paintings they had brought to hang in the room and the decorations to put along the tables and the room. "Mother, there is a spare bedroom... the smaller one. Can't Anna have that? She has served us so well and has been so kind and obedient." Aubrey said.
Her mother turned towards Aubrey and sighed, her lips pursed again as she was thinking. "Alright. She can, but she will stay in her room unless she is called upon." Mother walked past Aubrey and Aubrey smiled, walking into her room and picking up Anna's suitcase.
"You get the spare bedroom. Come along." Aubrey said, lugging the light suitcase to Anna's room as Anna followed, chewing on her lip nervously. "Alright, so... mother said you are to stay in the room unless you are called upon, and of course, unless you have to go use the bathroom or something of that sort." Aubrey said with a calm and casual smile. Anna nodded, looking down at her shoes and Aubrey sighed, hugging Anna lightly. "Anna... you must relax. Everything is alright. Now, I must go look at the decorations and the art being put up, and decorate my own room and unpack. Do you need anything? Would you like a painting in your room?" Aubrey asked. Anna slowly shook her head after a few moments and Aubrey sighed and turned, walking away.
"Aubrey?" Anna asked in her soft voice. Aubrey stopped, turning as her chocolate eyes met Anna's. Anna bit her lip. "The one with the flowers... if that's okay." Aubrey smiled with delight and turned away from her room, going to get the flower painting.
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# Titanic, 1912., about 5 hours ago, as written by Hera
"Imogen," Her mother was saying, fast clipped and formally said, "we've made a mistake in you leaving on your own to this place, America - your father and I have decided I will accompany you. Imogen's heart stopped. Her fingers curled tightly around the handle of her traveling suitcase, and she didn't dare look at her mother for fear of screaming in her face. How dare they! How dare she! Imogen was a fully grown woman, completely capable of traveling alone. It wouldn't even be a very long voyage .. and she was already getting a bad taste in her mouth at the thought of spending such a time with her mother alone, without Imogen's father there to act as a mediator. Imogen would not stand for it. She just couldn't. No. She wouldn't!
"Mother!" She unclasped her fingers around the handle and the dark leathered bag dropped to the ground, swirling up dust and salt from being so close to the harbor, "I am capable enough to voyage this journey on my own! I'm very sorry but I just refuse to allow you to come. It is alone or not atall." Alice Williamson gasped, her hand flying to cover up her gaping mouth. Her whole body trembled in anger and once she got ahold of herself, daggers were glared at her daughter. 'Insolent girl!' Mrs. Williamson thought sharply, her eyes narrowing and face growing pinched.
"Well, if that is what you want, then you will get it." Mrs. Williamson finally decided crisply, eyeing her daughter. The sullied girl; in Mrs. Williamson's mind, Imogen hadn't an idea of what she'd gotten herself into. Well, she wasn't stopping her now.
"Don't coming running to me when Mr. Peavey won't accept you for fear of some vile man defiling you on the voyage over there! And here's this ticket. Don't you dare lose it for I'm not buying another. Now get on that ship and don't look at me any more!" Mrs. Williamson harrumphed, slapping the third class slip of paper into her daughter's open palm. With an upturned nose and snotty look and a swirl of her skirts, she took her leave to the carriage that was waiting behind her, and Imogen had never felt freer in her life. A smile slowly grew onto her thin lips, and toffee-like eyes flashed in triumph. At last, no one to lead her .. no one to control her!, but the high, shrill call of the ship brought her from her reverie and she hurriedly took hold of her suitcase and bunched up her skirts in her hands, running as fast as she could.
"Third class, please sir!" She said breathlessly to the dock man, and once the ticket was stamped she was free to finally board this ship .. this amazing ship.
"I believe I've found home," Imogen whispered to herself, walking slowly on board the deck. She didn't bother to go to her room ; she had the rest of the voyage to do that. No, right now, it was her time to say goodbye and hello. Goodbye to England, the place made of rainy days and gloomy nights, and say hello to some place new ... where, well, she didn't know yet, but she was ready to find out.
Imogen dropped her suitcase beside her, ignoring the thumping sound it made and gripped onto the scalloped railings of the deck. The windy sea air whipped her dark hair around her to and fro, and salt got into her mouth, but she focused on none of that but the picture of England in the distance from her. It wasn't moving, not yet; the ship hadn't set sail, but it soon would be. From the deck she could see beggars huddled in streets, high, grey buildings and horse pulled carriages. People were clambering to the ship, some were attempting to get on without fare. She knew that they, just like her, were ready for something new. England was not for them anymore, nor was it for her.
She turned her back to the direction of the harbor and smiled.
# Titanic, 1912., about 12 hours ago, as written by LovelyRose
"And I must say, I will miss you more than anyone I have ever known." the young man said, as he pulled the middle aged woman into a tight hug.
Andrew stood in the kitchen of his small home, holding tightly to his beloved aunt. He took that moment, to inhale the soft scent of peppermint. It was home made shampoo, of course, that she was known for using. Letting her go, he let the palms of his hands still rest on her arms, as he looked down to her wet and watery eyes. Lifting his finger, he caught a single tear and held that moment. She loved him and she was the only one who ever gave the slightest damn about him. He felt as if he was loosing her, but of course, he was simply leaving the nest, or whatever you choose to call it. His parents left him at a young age under the car of his mothers sister, Anita. Since he was 7, she was all he ever had.
"I know dear. I will think of you every second." the woman said lowly, as she lowered her head, tears still pouring.
"Don't be so upset, aunt Nita. I'll be sure to find a way to phone you. And of course, write you. Everyday if I have to." Andrew said, in a deep but calming tone.
He pulled her close for one last hug, laying a kiss upon her frazzled black and gray hair before walking to the den to collect his things. Andrew didn't have much, that was for sure. And for this trip, he only had with him one large suitcase. With a man of his financial status, it was a mystery how he managed to come across a ticket on such a luxurious ship. Lets just say, gambling can be an addiction, but it has its perks. Grabbing his suitcase, he walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a hold of his aunts hand and heading towards the door.
"Now remember what I said, dear." the woman said, "Don't be a'looking for trouble out there. You've had enough of that here.. and as we agreed yo-"
"I'm going to start over." Andrew said, finishing her sentence with a smile. "And you do me a favor." he said, clenching her hand as he stepped out the door. "Don't worry. And say a prayer for me."
Surprisingly, this touch piece of a man had to fight back a few tears. This was the only home he ever had, and he was leaving it to find a home he could call his own. A home he could work for with his own two hands. To start a family. To change.
"I love you.." he said, letting her hand go and walking down the few steps and towards the docks.
The woman had her palm to her mouth, pushing back as much tears as she could, watching her only nephew leave. Andrew made haste, and moved quickly to not miss the departing of the ship. There was a crowd amongst the docks, people showing tickets and suitcases being lightly checked. Andrew wore a pair of long legged tan knickers, a plain white, but dingy button up shirt which was covered in a dark gabardine vest. His feet were covered in the most common shoes, boots that were two tone colored of black and tan, and laced up past his ankle. His hear was scattered, but was easily managed with a touch of water and a run of his fingers. He was simple, and his look showed that. He waiting in a long line, until he was next to show his ticket and then board the ship. He didn't go straight to his room instead, he stood near the white painted railing, gazing out towards the ocean. He knew the ship was a beauty, shore, but he admired the view even more. Setting his suitcase by his feet, he leaned his elbows over, letting the back of his forearms rest on the rail, hunching over to gaze out towards the water.
"Guess this is goodbye England.." he said under his breath, lowering his eyes.
# Titanic, 1912., about 14 hours ago, as written by the-king-of-hearts
"Damn it we will be late." Patrick said in a sigh under his breathe as he looked at his pocket watch. "Aye shut yah gob. We will be on time" his mother snapped at him. He gave a slight smile, he was surprised that she had heard him. "O this shall be grand, yes?" his father said looking at both of them intently and excitedly. "Aye Ole man, I am excited." laughed Patrick as the taxi drove closer to the harbor. Patrick could smell the sea water. "I do wish you would have worn your nicer clothes Patty. You look like a bum, you'll be lucky if they let ya on the boat." His mother said to him as she shook her head at him. Patrick had a white long sleeve V neck shirt with a sport jacket over top and slacks. "Mum, if they don't let me on i'll swim to America, or sneak on." He said to his mother with a wink. "You'll be the death of me boy." she sighed and looked out the window and saw the ship come into view.
At the harbor the taxi driver unloaded the luggage. A young man dressed in fine clothes came and took some of the bags to check them into their room. "My this ship is so big. And look at all these buzzies." His mother gasped. "Hope it's not to cramped yeah?" his father replied back and him and Patrick followed the man taking the luggage. They walked up the ramp that seemed almost endless. Finally they all got to the door and were asked for their tickets. They presented the man with their tickets and walked to their room. The halls were very cramped but they finally managed to get to the room. They opened the door to a whole new world. "Bloody hell it's nicer then our home." his father said in shock. "Jappers, i'm breathe taken." his mother said as she walked further into the room taking in all of the beauty. Patrick smiled as he calmly walked in and sat at the desk. Even he had to admit the stateroom was beautiful. "This is quite brilliant." he said as he looked around. "Well i hope there is a pub on this floaty, I've got a throat on me." his father said with a wink to Patrick. "Aye" Patrick said with a laugh.
The luggage was all finally in the room and the family unpacked and settled in. Patrick became quite bored rather quickly and decided to go have a look around the ship. "Boy if you find a local, let me know. I could kill fer a little green man." his father told him as Patrick walked out of the room. "Aye da." he replied as he left already in the cramped hall. Patrick needed fresh air and a smoke so he decided to go to the top deck. As he walked to the elevator he saw many people coming and going. he saw pretty ladies, families and children. Everyone seemed to be so excited, this made him smile as he made his way to the elevator.
# Titanic, 1912., about 14 hours ago, as written by Crystal Flamedance
Elisabeth followed her father sullenly. Of course she would have to come along…but only in second class. This was ridiculous; she was first class. She always had been! He couldn’t wait for this punishment to be over. …Rather, she wished she didn’t have to endure it at all. It made no sense. It would never have happened if her parents had paid the slightest attention to what she was doing half the time. She didn’t really pay much attention to their conversation; they would talk about her as if she wasn’t there, anyway. What was the point of listening?
She watched their father walk away, not really caring to say anything. After all, he hadn’t said anything to her, had he? No, of course not; only talked about her to George. And then their mother was there, fawning over him. As usual. What about her? She was just trouble, apparently; not worth any of their time. It sounded like she had forgotten that he was riding second class, as well. Though show he could consider it her punishment if he was going second class, too was beyond her. But it just meant she wasn’t going to be on her own was all.
She watched her mother start to go away; she had at least looked at her. It was something. At least, she thought it was until she shook her head and walked away. Neither one cared, did they?
But then George was talking to her, and she came back. Even with a hug and parting words. She hugged her back; it was more than she had expected…but still. Her father had nothing of the sort for her, and their mother had probably only said anything because George had said something. That thought only made it seem like a lot less. The smile that had formed when her mother had come back to hug her disappeared quickly. It hadn’t meant anything. Her brother had asked her to. Of course she would for George.
And, as usual, she was told to listen. Usually it was to her father, but now she had to listen to George. Couldn’t she have just stayed home? It would have been so much easier. And, maybe with him in America, she could at least get some attention from them. But no; she had to go along and head to America with her brother…in second class. It was far from fair, really.
After they had both left, she glanced at her brother for a second, and then towards the ship. “Yeah, I know…” she mumbled. She followed as George led the way to the ship, and to their second class rooms. She looked around the room, and groaned. She would have to share. Maybe, if she left them alone, they would leave her alone. She didn’t need to bother with anyone else.
What she did need, however, was for this punishment to hurry up and be over with. She pouted as she plopped down on a bed, staring absently ahead of herself at the wall. It wasn’t fair! She had to stay among the second class. What if someone who knew she was first class saw her there? What a mess that would be! And still, she had little choice. She felt like crying. But she didn’t know when others would be there. She didn’t need to be seen like that.
# Titanic, 1912., about 16 hours ago, as written by AnicaAnara
"Anna!...Anna hurry dear your going to be late already!" Anna's father yelled out in his loud rough voice.Anna cam scrambling out of the car carriage and towards where her father and mother were waiting near the ship.The air smelled of salt and polish, which she assumed from all the cleaning the people were doing inside the ship...no it wasn't a ship.It was more like another world to her.Anna's father smiled and cupped his daughters chin with his large rough hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek."Now dear be sure to watch yourself around the people here, and don't be a bother to anyone."He said smiling slightly as his eyes twinkled .Annamarie rolled her dark brown eyes and then crossed her arms."Who me?Father when have I ever done such a thing?"She said chuckling slightly and then laughing louder as her father gave her a "Are you kidding?" face.Her mother tapped her foot almost impatiently as she waited for them to say their goodbyes so that she could as well.They both loved her dearly, as she was their only child ."Anna don't go off by yourself exploring either! I don't want you getting lost".Her father said sternly , but his face remained soft.
Anna nodded and then kissed her father's cheek."Yes yes father dear I understand.I promise not to go by myself to explore.".She smiled innocently until her father raised an eyebrow and she sighed."I promise I promise!"He chuckled and then kissed her once more on the cheek."Now say goodbye to your mother...while I get someone to fetch your luggage and your fencing equipment."He said the last word excitedly, as he was actually quite happy that his daughter took up fencing, even if society and his wife didn't approve.
Anna's mother turned to her daughter and smiled, her rosy cheeks even more red then usual."Now remember, don't use foul words around anyone...and if you meet a man for heavens sake get to know him better...but with a chaperon! Make sure hes a blue blood like us darling, and for goodness sake's please tell em your wearing your other petticoat!"Her mother said slightly annoyed as she looked at her daughters dress.Annamarie blushed and then grinned at her mother."Sorry mum, but at least I wore the corset...that bloody...I mean that thing hurts my stomach.
Her mother let out a sigh and then began to fan herself with a small blue fan that looked foreign."Darling do promise me you will be good.How else will you find a husband hmmm?"Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow, her foot still tapping against the ground.
"Perhaps I will meet someone who doesn't mind my mouth, likes that I don't wear ten pounds of clothing, and that I can fight mother!"She said slightly loudly as looked at her mother. Her mother clapped a hand quickly on her mouth after she said the word "fighting"."Why yes dear...fighting is BARBARIC!"Her mother said loudly as she looked around as the people passed them, questioning the family with an odd look.After a few people had passed she took her hand off her daughters mouth."Goodness child! Haven't I told you not to talk about...."She was interrupted by one of the attendees coming over and speaking to them about getting the bags and boarding.Annamarie nodded and then turned to her parents."Well, it's that time I suppose.I love you both dearly! I shall see you soon!"She said after hugging them both once more.They smiled with small tears in their eyes as they watched their daughter walk up to where the first classes were boarding.
# Titanic, 1912., about 16 hours ago, as written by LightingStrikes
George Andrew Stanly III walked out of his car, his personal driver had opened the door for him and George nodded. “Thank you Stephen.” he said “you’re a good man, and I shall miss your careful driving.” Stephen grumbled a little bit, only because he too would miss George but he was annoyed with the short announcement to George’s servants that there services had no longer been needed. George of course kept his vale, it was only proper that the gentlemen had someone to go about doing his bidding.
George smiled softly “Now Stephen, you didn’t think I was going to leave you empty handed did you?” Stephen looked up at the young man and shrugged “I’m giving you my car, and 20,000 pounds should keep you busy, I’ve also started a little cabbie company in your name, you are your own boss, just as you have always dreamed of my friend.” Stephen blinked and then smiled, George was a good man.
“Thank you sir!” Stephen said with excitement and smiled big.
“Giving your money away again George?” asked his father coming up behind him and with the little troublemaker his sister. He sighed and looked at his son. Andy looked at his daughter as well and shook his head. “Your in charge of her life son. We have given you guardianship over her, take care of her and good luck in America son.” Andy hugged his son and then looked at his daughter and turned around in discuss, he was still quiet angry with her over the whole wallet incident.
Alice smiled softly as she hugged her son and doted on him. “Now you must introduce yourself to the Captain, he’s expecting you to dine with him.” Alice grinned “And say hello to Bruce Ismay too, and Mr. Thomas Andrews … and…” alice blinked and saw her son’s annoyance. “Oh- right your not even going to be in first class.” she sighed “oh well!” She hugged her son tightly “I hope you find a good woman, one that makes your heart sing son. But don‘t be blinded by love, make sure she comes from a good family--- even in second class one can never be too careful.”
“Alice!” Andy called “We have things to do people to see, come along.” Andy sighed as he waited for his wife. Alice turned and was about to say something to her daughter but frowned and shook her head, no, she had wasted enough time on her daughter.
George sighed, his parents didn’t need to be that mean to her, they were still parents. George leaned into his mother and in a very hushed voice whispered “Please at least hug her good-bye and tell her you love her, don’t end it like this.” George whispered gently. He knew his parents were still upset “You won’t see her for a few months. By then she could have run away from me.”
Alice blinked and looked at her son and then back at her daughter Elisabeth, she sighed. Then she gently hugged her daughter. “I love you, be safe, and listen to George.” whispered Alice.
“ALICE!” Andy called as the whistle blew. George blinked and sighed as he gently took his sister by the arm.
“Elisabeth, we have to go now.” George whispered gently but firmly. They walked to the boarding of the second class and then went to their rooms, the largest in second class, but still small and enough room for four people. George wondered whom his roommates were going to be.
Edit | Flag # Titanic, 1912., a day ago, as written by SilentShivers
Aubrey's chocolate colored eyes went wide as she slowly stepped out of the carriage, the wind blowing the foam of the sea and the smell of the salt through her wavy and curly dark brown hair and it blew through the long flowing white silk with blue sparkles on the outside dress she wore, with ruffled loose sleeves that stopped at her shoulders and exposed her throat and her chest, the lower part low cut and the long flowing skirt going to her ankles as she wore a pair of matching white heels with a blue gem on each toe of each shoe. She wore her grandmother's pendant on her chest, and she was carrying a black suitcase that was quickly taken by one of the boys unloading the bags and hauling them onto the docking board, to where they would be taken to their rooms. The sun was shining brightly and few clouds scattered the bright blue sky, this day was a beautiful one and Aubrey's golden ivory colored skin seemed to glow as her lips covered in a light dark red lipstick curled into an excited smile.
The large ship was so large, so big, as she kept staring at it with her wide eyes. She felt a hand tug on her wrist and she looked to her mother who was dressed in her lacy and ribbon covered red dress, her strict sharp face and her lips pursed and her father was bragging to another man having his own luggage unloaded. "Aubrey, let's not wonder." her mother said quietly but in her cold voice and Aubrey's smile faded as she walked beside her mother towards the large docking board where many were walking up with the railings on the side, getting situated on the deck and getting led to their rooms. She saw some poor looking boys laughing and running past people up the dock, and she giggled slightly as she watched a few little girls dancing while walking, holding onto one another's hands. Aubrey fixed her own white hat with streaming light blew ribbons on the top, and she slowly took it off and handed it to the maid that they had brought with them. The maid was named Anna, a small petite girl with blonde hair and pale skin and twinkling green eyes. Anna was one of Aubrey's best friends even if she was just a maid, but Aubrey considered her almost like a sister.
"Hurry, Aubrey." her mother badgered and Aubrey rolled her eyes but picked up the skirts of her dress, hurrying up the dock as she saw her father walk alongside her father, his 6"4 body strong and covered in an elegant tuxedo and his black hair was slicked back. She looked back up the dock and then they boarded onto the ship, being directed to a man and giving them their tickets. He smiled, looking elegant and he led down across the deck. It was so large, row boats tied up along the side and little spaces to where people could walk out from their rooms or come up from below, chairs set out for women who wanted sun or to sit down and enjoy the fresh air. She sighed happily and then they were led down inside a door from where people would come up onto the deck and they were led down some elegant looking elevators and down some hallways. She saw others being led down hallways and being introduced to their room, some lugging their luggage or theirs being delivered by luggage boys.
Finally, they had a large white door opened up and Aubrey's eyes went wide. There was a small living room and then three bedrooms, a bathroom; The walls covered with a dark red color and gold curtains, beautiful dark colored furniture with flower patterns and gold on the furniture, tables around the room and flowers on the tables. She smiled as she ran into one of the bedrooms, staring at the large beautiful silk and pillow covered bed with a nightstand, a desk in the room, a table with a few chairs and a book shelf or two and a closet and a dresser... it was so beautiful. She smiled jumped onto the bed, laying down and closing her eyes as she happily laid there for a moment or two. When s he heard her mother call her name she slowly got off the bed, groaning lightly and walked back into the main room.
Her mother tilted her head as Anna slowly walked inside with a brown suitcase, glancing around. Aubrey's mother then cleared her throat. "So... the matter now of where Anna is going to sleep. Either she can sleep with the personal maids on board the Titanic... or she can sleep here, though it would be inappropriate." her mother said in her usual cold voice. Her pursed lips meant she wanted Anna to be out of the room but Aubrey crossed her arms with an irritated look.
"She can sleep with me, mother." Aubrey said and she took Anna's free hand, pulling her into the bedroom and staring at her mother with a serious look. Her mother's own expression went slightly surprised but she didn't say anything for a few moments and then nodded. "When is our luggage coming?" Aubrey asked, keeping her head held high as her own lips were slightly pursed to mock her mother.
"Now, actually." Her father said in his deep voice, coming around to stand by her mother while adjusting his white gloves on his hands. Aubrey let her lips relax as she watched a few men dragging in their luggage and suitcases and bags. "Those four are Aubrey's." Her father said, gesturing to the black suitcase, a large red suitcase, a white suitcase and a large black bag. They were all dropped into her room as she looked at Anna's single bag and Aubrey stroked a hand through Anna's hair, biting her lip before glancing back at her mother and father. Her father stared at her and then he walked away back towards his own room. Aubrey slowly turned, pushing Anna inside before looking at her mother and then closed the door. She looked at Anna.
"You can sleep on the floor or the couch... or with me. But you'd have to wake yourself up before mother came in to check on us." Aubrey said, looking at Anna who set Aubrey's hat on the nightstand. Anna turned towards her, blinking a few times. Aubrey knew Anna never talked much, her previous family [the family she served] beat Anna and Anna had permanent bruises and scars along her body she always kept covered. Anna shrugged lightly and looked down at her feet and then Anna glanced towards the couch. Aubrey sighed and opened the door, walking to her mother who was looking at some paintings they had brought to hang in the room and the decorations to put along the tables and the room. "Mother, there is a spare bedroom... the smaller one. Can't Anna have that? She has served us so well and has been so kind and obedient." Aubrey said.
Her mother turned towards Aubrey and sighed, her lips pursed again as she was thinking. "Alright. She can, but she will stay in her room unless she is called upon." Mother walked past Aubrey and Aubrey smiled, walking into her room and picking up Anna's suitcase.
"You get the spare bedroom. Come along." Aubrey said, lugging the light suitcase to Anna's room as Anna followed, chewing on her lip nervously. "Alright, so... mother said you are to stay in the room unless you are called upon, and of course, unless you have to go use the bathroom or something of that sort." Aubrey said with a calm and casual smile. Anna nodded, looking down at her shoes and Aubrey sighed, hugging Anna lightly. "Anna... you must relax. Everything is alright. Now, I must go look at the decorations and the art being put up, and decorate my own room and unpack. Do you need anything? Would you like a painting in your room?" Aubrey asked. Anna slowly shook her head after a few moments and Aubrey sighed and turned, walking away.
"Aubrey?" Anna asked in her soft voice. Aubrey stopped, turning as her chocolate eyes met Anna's. Anna bit her lip. "The one with the flowers... if that's okay." Aubrey smiled with delight and turned away from her room, going to get the flower painting.
Re: [OOC] Titanic
I won't be able to finish until tomorrow :( Sorry! Busy! Please don't get too far ahead of me..
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Hey just so everyone knows the story has started in the Titanic thread under the postings! Looking forward to Role Playing with you all!
Titanic
Titanic
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I'm hoping that most people with reserved spots will have their profiles done by tomorrow!
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Alright. We have a lot of people planning on being apart of this roleplay, which means we will have to pace our posting and we will need to post posts on a special Posts Occ Thread so if anyone misses anything, they can see what they missed.
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As Promised a list of people & things to know about Titanic!
Titanic Historical Society
Passenger List
Titanic Cargo List
Food On Board Titanic
Famous People that should be talked about in introduction:
Thomas Andrews Shipbuilder
Bruce Ismay Ships Designer
Isidor Straus
Molly Brown
Titanic Historical Society
Passenger List
Titanic Cargo List
Food On Board Titanic
Famous People that should be talked about in introduction:
Thomas Andrews Shipbuilder
Bruce Ismay Ships Designer
Isidor Straus
Molly Brown
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I plan to develop a list of members of the Titanic based on the actual passenger list. I will also give a list of what they did for entertainment and what they had on board the ship to eat. :) If that will be helpful to anyone playing the game. :)
Also has anyone heard of Titanic Adventure Out Of Time? it's an old computer game. :) Anyone know it? Just wondering.
Also has anyone heard of Titanic Adventure Out Of Time? it's an old computer game. :) Anyone know it? Just wondering.
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I've added my character. I'm almost certain I'm going to make her whole profile longer and more refined.
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You've really done your research.
We can mention some of the famous characters... if you want, you could make a list of all the names and put their position next to them, I could put them into the introduction so other people are aware of the people that were in the movie, even if they know their names, ect.
I made the roleplay so people didn't have to actually play certain parts from the movie [Since the movie seemed to focus around Rose and Jack and the boat sinking.] but if they want to, they could. I don't mind.
We can mention some of the famous characters... if you want, you could make a list of all the names and put their position next to them, I could put them into the introduction so other people are aware of the people that were in the movie, even if they know their names, ect.
I made the roleplay so people didn't have to actually play certain parts from the movie [Since the movie seemed to focus around Rose and Jack and the boat sinking.] but if they want to, they could. I don't mind.
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I loved researching the Titanic history, I can come up with two characters right now. A boy for Aduray to fall in love with, and perhaps the boy's older sister. Can we keep this as real as possible? I love the history of Titanic and while we can create our own characters and make this fun for us, I'd like some of the more famous and well known people to at least be mentioned... like ASTOR, Colonel John Jacob and ASTOR <Did not survive>, Mrs Madeleine Talmage Astor <Who by the way, contrary to the 1998 movie, survived Titanic and as part of Mr. Astor's will she was not allowed to ever remarry if she wanted to keep his money.>, The STRAUS, Mrs Rosalie Ida and STRAUS, Mr Isidor the owners of Macy's at the time. BROWN, Mrs Margaret "Molly" & Mr. Andrews the ships builder and Mr. Ismay the owner who pushes full speed a head, and of course Captain Smith, this was his last sail before retirement. Other than that I think this is a great idea! I can't wait for approval by the list owner!
Oh also for those of you who really like Titanic history... Mr. Murdock did NOT shoot anyone on board nor did he Kill himself. The family ended up suing the movie company I believe.
Oh also for those of you who really like Titanic history... Mr. Murdock did NOT shoot anyone on board nor did he Kill himself. The family ended up suing the movie company I believe.
