Introduction
"AND IT WASN'T UNTIL WE WERE IN THE LIFEBOAT AND ROWING AWAY, IT WASN'T UNTIL THEN I REALIZED THAT SHIP'S GOING TO SINK. IT HITS ME THERE."
- EVA HART, TITANIC SURVIVOR
- EVA HART, TITANIC SURVIVOR
"I CANNOT IMAGINE ANY CONDITION WHICH WOULD CAUSE A SHIP TO FOUNDER. I CANNOT CONCEIVE OF ANY VITAL DISASTER HAPPENING TO THIS VESSEL. MODERN SHIP BUILDING HAS GONE BEYOND THAT."
- CAPTAIN E.J. SMITH, COMMANDER OF TITANIC
IN THE BEGINNING ..
It was great luck to be granted a ticket to board the RMS Titanic, some who had not were; therefore, considered inhuman for the titanic was called the ship of dreams, and it was. It really was, for both children and adult; men and women alike. There is not one moment when this ship had not crossed someones mind. Under the command of Edward Smith, the ship's passengers included some of the most wealthiest people in the world, as well as hundreds of emigrants from Great Britain and Ireland, Scandinavia and elsewhere throughout Europe seeking a new life in North America. It had been the talk of the days, the centuries, featured in movies, books, and even newspapers as the extraordinarily immense, unsinkable ship; or so they thought. The sinking of the RMS Titanic occurred on the night of 14 April through to the morning of 15 April 1912 in the north Atlantic Ocean, four days into the ship's maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City. The disaster was greeted with worldwide shock and outrage at the huge loss of life and the regulatory and operational failures that had led to it. However, people were more astonished, then they were saddened for those that had lost their lives during the short time period. The press came out, contemplating at the ship's submerge. How can such a remarkable ship sink? How can a ship that was claimed to be indestructible sink? That is the question. How can an unsinkable ship just miraculously sink?
An iceberg collision it was.
Just a simple 50 to 100 feet high and 200 to 400 feet long iceberg seemed to send this ship to its death along with its 1,517 passengers that were oblivious to the incident. A significant number of people had not blamed the iceberg for the cause of this tragedy, but the Captain himself. Captain Smith failed the passengers and crew of Titanic. He failed to heed ice warnings, did not slow his ship when ice was reported directly in his path and allowed lifeboats to leave the sinking ship partially filled, unnecessarily adding at least 500 names to the list of the dead. And this list had children aboard, most who were just at the age of 2, and new fond love birds who not had the luck to express the love each felt. To put it simply, Titanic was a beautiful tragedy.
It was great luck to be granted a ticket to board the RMS Titanic, some who had not were; therefore, considered inhuman for the titanic was called the ship of dreams, and it was. It really was, for both children and adult; men and women alike. There is not one moment when this ship had not crossed someones mind. Under the command of Edward Smith, the ship's passengers included some of the most wealthiest people in the world, as well as hundreds of emigrants from Great Britain and Ireland, Scandinavia and elsewhere throughout Europe seeking a new life in North America. It had been the talk of the days, the centuries, featured in movies, books, and even newspapers as the extraordinarily immense, unsinkable ship; or so they thought. The sinking of the RMS Titanic occurred on the night of 14 April through to the morning of 15 April 1912 in the north Atlantic Ocean, four days into the ship's maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City. The disaster was greeted with worldwide shock and outrage at the huge loss of life and the regulatory and operational failures that had led to it. However, people were more astonished, then they were saddened for those that had lost their lives during the short time period. The press came out, contemplating at the ship's submerge. How can such a remarkable ship sink? How can a ship that was claimed to be indestructible sink? That is the question. How can an unsinkable ship just miraculously sink?
An iceberg collision it was.
Just a simple 50 to 100 feet high and 200 to 400 feet long iceberg seemed to send this ship to its death along with its 1,517 passengers that were oblivious to the incident. A significant number of people had not blamed the iceberg for the cause of this tragedy, but the Captain himself. Captain Smith failed the passengers and crew of Titanic. He failed to heed ice warnings, did not slow his ship when ice was reported directly in his path and allowed lifeboats to leave the sinking ship partially filled, unnecessarily adding at least 500 names to the list of the dead. And this list had children aboard, most who were just at the age of 2, and new fond love birds who not had the luck to express the love each felt. To put it simply, Titanic was a beautiful tragedy.
100 YEARS LATER ..
Years later, and we still seem to remember the tragic incident that had changed the course of history. The titanic was a dream come true to many people across the world, and it will be so forth. I take this time to say let us honor those that have lost their lives, and others who had only survived the catastrophe. In this role-play, we will travel back in time to the very day where the RMS Titanic was everyone's aspiration, and safe haven. Let us travel back in time to honor those that have made this world witness love in a whole new way. Let us honor Jack and Rose for hands that never touched, lips that never meet. The almost lovers, never to be. Lastly, let us honor May 31, 1911 as this enormous ship came to be. The beginning of such a miracle to us all. So, let us sail through history on board the ill-fated RMS Titanic, the largest moving object in the world in 1912, and a technological wonder of the time
A RECREATION ..
It is April 1912, you are about to set foot on the world’s largest and most luxurious cruise liner, the White Star Line’s, TITANIC. You all board for different reasons with different and new opportunities waiting for you across the Atlantic in America. You came across your ticket and whichever class you’re in, you all have the privilege of being aboard the Titanic; however, it won’t stay a privilege for in just four days the ship they deemed ‘Unsinkable’ will hit an iceberg, threatening the lives of 2,200 souls as it plummets to the deep blue. What adventure, drama and possibly love wait for you on your journey across the Atlantic, but what will fate have in store for you? You all come from different walks of life, different towns and cities and yet you all have one thing in common, you all have a ticket for Titanic's maiden voyage to New York. It is a time for a tragic never after as you board the doomed ship, will you be one of the lucky ones or go down with the ship? Or will you die trying to snag a seat on a life boat? Only time will tell.
Years later, and we still seem to remember the tragic incident that had changed the course of history. The titanic was a dream come true to many people across the world, and it will be so forth. I take this time to say let us honor those that have lost their lives, and others who had only survived the catastrophe. In this role-play, we will travel back in time to the very day where the RMS Titanic was everyone's aspiration, and safe haven. Let us travel back in time to honor those that have made this world witness love in a whole new way. Let us honor Jack and Rose for hands that never touched, lips that never meet. The almost lovers, never to be. Lastly, let us honor May 31, 1911 as this enormous ship came to be. The beginning of such a miracle to us all. So, let us sail through history on board the ill-fated RMS Titanic, the largest moving object in the world in 1912, and a technological wonder of the time
A RECREATION ..
It is April 1912, you are about to set foot on the world’s largest and most luxurious cruise liner, the White Star Line’s, TITANIC. You all board for different reasons with different and new opportunities waiting for you across the Atlantic in America. You came across your ticket and whichever class you’re in, you all have the privilege of being aboard the Titanic; however, it won’t stay a privilege for in just four days the ship they deemed ‘Unsinkable’ will hit an iceberg, threatening the lives of 2,200 souls as it plummets to the deep blue. What adventure, drama and possibly love wait for you on your journey across the Atlantic, but what will fate have in store for you? You all come from different walks of life, different towns and cities and yet you all have one thing in common, you all have a ticket for Titanic's maiden voyage to New York. It is a time for a tragic never after as you board the doomed ship, will you be one of the lucky ones or go down with the ship? Or will you die trying to snag a seat on a life boat? Only time will tell.
"YOUR WEALTH IS WHERE YOUR FRIENDS ARE."
- PLAUTUS
CAPTAIN E.J. SMITH
NPC character; however, will be portrayed by the GM at times
NPC character; however, will be portrayed by the GM at times
Some families are born into wealth. Others create it. Perhaps the first class passengers of this luxury ocean linear are the wealthiest individuals that have ever lived with much diamonds and gold to fill a 113 ft swimming pool, and much more. Unlike the second class, the first class passengers make up those who are descendants of old money. They're the entrepreneurs, innovators, and the royalty of today's time. With such sophistication and class, it may be difficult for anyone below their social status to converse, or even catch an eye of someone from the aristocracy. And anyone seen from this branch who dares to befriend those from below will be considered as a hypocrite, and therefore will be disregarded.
{Paul Jewitt || 27 || Male || First-class passenger || Occupation || Reserved for: uniquest || Face claim: Tobey Maguire}
{Dominic Castell || 23 || Male || First-class passenger || Unemployed || Taken by: BLUETEDDYBEARMELODY || Face claim: Kit Harington}
{Henry R. Nelson || 23 || Male || First-class passenger || Banker || Taken by: QueGirl || Face claim: Colton Haynes}
{Yvette Van Der Woodsen || Age || female || First-class passenger || Occupation || Taken by: _ || Face claim:Barbara Palvin}
{Amelia Nelson || 23 || Female || First-class passenger || Unknown || Reserved for: QueGirl || Face claim: Emily Bett Richards}
{Coraline Blackwood || 25 || Female || First-class passenger || Unknown || Reserved for: Emmie_Hoeller || Face claim: Holliday Grainger}
{Jacqueline Schoen || 24 || Female || First-class passenger || Professional golfer, jockey || Taken by: uniquest || Face claim: Elizabeth Debicki }
{Blanche Herveaux|| 25 || Female || First-class passenger || Unknown || Taken by: HOTAIRBALLOON || Face claim: Holland Roden}
{Charlotte Whittaker|| 24 || Female || First-class passenger || Heiress || Taken by: Sirius Baren || Face claim: Frances Farmer}
The second class, also known as the money-grubbers, are the materialistic of the social status. They're the ones who have money, but the type that will not consider them to belong in the first class. They're only seen as new money; the politicians, doctors, and such; not nearly as elegant as the first class. If you are within this social ladder, you crave to befriend someone in the first class even if you have to murder someone to do it. The first class finds the bourgeoisie class as nothing, but scandalous pigs; nothing more. It is money they desire, and money only.
{Lawrence Crawford || 25 || Male || Second-class passenger || TBA|| Taken by: uniquest || Face claim: Sean O'Pry}
{Name || Age || Male|| Second-class passenger || Occupation || Reserved for: Sirius Baren|| Face claim: Chris Evans}
{Name || Age || Male || Second-class passenger || Occupation || Reserved for: theultimatetrombone || Face claim: Paul Rudd}
{Abia Crane || 22 || Female || Second-class passenger || Governess || Reserved for: SlightlyInsane || Face claim: Dakota Blue Richards}
{Name || Age || Female || Second-class passenger || Occupation || Taken by: _ || Face claim: _}
{Name || Age || Female || Second-class passenger || Occupation || Taken by: _ || Face claim: _}
And lastly, the poverty-stricken class of them all. The third class have nothing, and it is quite the disappointment to know that you're going to die without having something to die for. It is rare to find someone from the third- class to be walking throughout the decks of this ocean linear; however, the ship's captain had made sure that the third-class will remain where they belong- at the bottom. These people did not simply buy their way on the ship, either they won a gambling game, or found a way to steal a ticket from someone. Either way, the first - class sees them as a total embarrassment, and the second - class sees no purpose for their existence. Such a class that come from nothing surely have a natural talent of painting, or writing.
{Noah Cobain || Age || Male || Third-class passenger || Occupation || Reserved for: Emmie_Hoeller|| Face claim: Nico Mirallegro}
{William Crane || Age || Male || Third-class passenger || Occupation || Taken by: SlightyInsane|| Face claim: Nicholas Hoult}
{Stas Kelevra || 24 || Male || Third-class passenger || Con artist, theif || Reserved for: Epimetheus|| Face claim: Joe Collier}
{Caspian Mar Grey || 19 || Male || Third-class passenger || Lumberjack || Taken by: BLUETEDDYBEARMELODY || Face claim: Henry Cavill}
{Arthur McGhee || Age || Male|| Third-class passenger || Occupation || Taken by: _|| Face claim: Eddie Redmayne}
{Ollie R. Gatz || 21 || Female || Third-class passenger || Musician and Gambler|| Reserved for: BleedingLover || Face claim: Daria Shidorchuk}
{Chun-Hwa Mun || 22 || Female || Third-class passenger || Unemployed || Reserved for: AnonymousMiss|| Face claim: Yoon Hun Hye}
{Juliette Le Sauvage || Age || Female || Third-class passenger || Unknown || Taken by: Immayahoka|| Face claim: Astrid Berges Frisbey}
{Syllia Kelevra || 22 || Female || Third-class passenger || Gambler, theif || Reserved for: Epimetheus|| Face claim: Merle Bergers}
NOTICE:
do not join if you are going to:
1. reserve and never submit your character (that is really annoying to not only me, but to other people as well).
2. submit your character, but never post (you're just wasting your time, and others as well).
3. not going to get involved with other characters. (honestly, lets communicate with others).
Standard rules;
●I’m the GM and that means I am the big dog, the main man, the Captain of this ocean linear. So, please be respectful to me as I will be the same to you. Let’s all be friends, okay? ^^
●No Godmodding, Metagaming, or Powerplaying, doing so will most likely end in you being removed from this roleplay.
●No Flaming/Trolling/Arguing with other role-players . If there is a problem, PM me.
●All Roleplaygateway rules apply, please respect them.
Activity;
●If you have any ideas please feel free to let them be known. I love input and would love to hear from you! Keep active in the OOC Forum! (Please don’t throw in random, outrageous drama, though. Especially without discussing it with the rest of us!)
●Never be afraid to toss out ideas and talk with others in the OOC! That's what it's there for, and I love it when everyone can chat even during lulls in posting.
●Romance is encouraged, but please be considerate of how real relationships work, don't simply fall in love at first sight. In addition, this is an adult/mature role-play. Please, if you are not comfortable with swearing, sexual situations, blood/gore, and violence, then please DO NOT JOIN.
●Relationships between other passengers (whether romantic, friendly, or adverse) is an important part of this role-play, be wary of this.
●This role-play is one of the advanced variety. That means, no one-liners or one paragraph posts. I want things thought out and detailed. No posts below 400 words (minimum), please and thank you. Text talk is absolutely unacceptable. I would hate to not accept your character. :/
●IC posting will begin when I choose, please do not simply write any IC posts until I have written the first, and until your application has been approved.
●If you have any problems, or want to add some addition you're not sure about to your OC's character sheet, please feel free to PM me.
●Dedicated players should try to post at least twice- three times a week.
●Please try to discuss character relations with other characters as they are important, and is what keeps the Roleplay active. I will put up a Relationship thread sometime when all characters are submitted.
Reservation;
●When reserving, provide me with the face-claim, the class of your character/s, and the password.
●Reservations last 48 hours. I would rather you have a WIP in before then, but it isn’t a must. Once the 48 hours are up the role will be opened back up for grabs.
●There are quite a bit of roles open. So, if you could take on two characters that’d be perfect! One male and one female. Or two males. If you can’t, I understand. It’d be absolutely amazing if you could though. :)
●The password to reserve (in [color=transparent]), please tell me if you've ever seen the 1997 Titanic movie, and what you've thought of it.
●Do not join, make a character, and then vanish. Dude, that’s just not cool.
●Please, please, please be active in the IC otherwise do not make a character. I didn't just waste my time making this role-play just to find out that it's dead.
●Most of all, enjoy yourself! It is a roleplay after all :)
do not join if you are going to:
1. reserve and never submit your character (that is really annoying to not only me, but to other people as well).
2. submit your character, but never post (you're just wasting your time, and others as well).
3. not going to get involved with other characters. (honestly, lets communicate with others).
Standard rules;
●I’m the GM and that means I am the big dog, the main man, the Captain of this ocean linear. So, please be respectful to me as I will be the same to you. Let’s all be friends, okay? ^^
●No Godmodding, Metagaming, or Powerplaying, doing so will most likely end in you being removed from this roleplay.
●No Flaming/Trolling/Arguing with other role-players . If there is a problem, PM me.
●All Roleplaygateway rules apply, please respect them.
Activity;
●If you have any ideas please feel free to let them be known. I love input and would love to hear from you! Keep active in the OOC Forum! (Please don’t throw in random, outrageous drama, though. Especially without discussing it with the rest of us!)
●Never be afraid to toss out ideas and talk with others in the OOC! That's what it's there for, and I love it when everyone can chat even during lulls in posting.
●Romance is encouraged, but please be considerate of how real relationships work, don't simply fall in love at first sight. In addition, this is an adult/mature role-play. Please, if you are not comfortable with swearing, sexual situations, blood/gore, and violence, then please DO NOT JOIN.
●Relationships between other passengers (whether romantic, friendly, or adverse) is an important part of this role-play, be wary of this.
●This role-play is one of the advanced variety. That means, no one-liners or one paragraph posts. I want things thought out and detailed. No posts below 400 words (minimum), please and thank you. Text talk is absolutely unacceptable. I would hate to not accept your character. :/
●IC posting will begin when I choose, please do not simply write any IC posts until I have written the first, and until your application has been approved.
●If you have any problems, or want to add some addition you're not sure about to your OC's character sheet, please feel free to PM me.
●Dedicated players should try to post at least twice- three times a week.
●Please try to discuss character relations with other characters as they are important, and is what keeps the Roleplay active. I will put up a Relationship thread sometime when all characters are submitted.
Reservation;
●When reserving, provide me with the face-claim, the class of your character/s, and the password.
●Reservations last 48 hours. I would rather you have a WIP in before then, but it isn’t a must. Once the 48 hours are up the role will be opened back up for grabs.
●There are quite a bit of roles open. So, if you could take on two characters that’d be perfect! One male and one female. Or two males. If you can’t, I understand. It’d be absolutely amazing if you could though. :)
●The password to reserve (in [color=transparent]), please tell me if you've ever seen the 1997 Titanic movie, and what you've thought of it.
●Do not join, make a character, and then vanish. Dude, that’s just not cool.
●Please, please, please be active in the IC otherwise do not make a character. I didn't just waste my time making this role-play just to find out that it's dead.
●Most of all, enjoy yourself! It is a roleplay after all :)
I am not asking for you to use this character sheet. Use it if you'd like; however, you can use your own and be creative with it for all I care. I only ask if you at least have some-sort of knowledge what I would like to see on your character sheet if you do; in fact, choose to make your own. I am no genius with making character sheets.
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An unceremonious snort came from Evan as she reprimanded him for mistreating a first class passenger. This young woman was as far from first class as one might get. She was a pickpocket; a thief. Evan would likely have turned a blind eye if this had been a young man picking through the pockets of the wealthy, but the fact remained that it was a woman, and Evan would not have a girl ripping these people off.
He could see the wheels turning in her head as she was trying to scheme her way out of this. He saw the calculating look as she was judging her surroundings and how badly she was in over her head. He doubted there was anything she could say that would change his mind about turning her in. He had caught her red handed.
Her voice changed as she began to speak, and her accent would've been difficult to keep up with for most; Evan wasn't most. He narrowed his eyes at her as she tried to play it off as if it would only be trouble for them both and too much of a hassle to turn her in. "I don't think you realize just what I am." His voice was low and threatening. "It's my job to deal with problems, and you're no exception. It would be more work for me to release you. How could I justify letting a common thief go knowing your digging through the pockets of my wealthy clients."
This girl was desperate and scrambling. Evan rather liked watching her squirm. It would be more satisfying to humiliate her at her own silly game. He mulled it over for a moment before releasing her elbow. "Very well, if you win, you get to go free," he reiterated, "and if I win, I get to turn you over to the authority on the ship for stealing as well as sneaking into first class." His jaw was tight. He folded his arms in front of him in a very imposing manner as he waited for her to deal the cards.
It's not without a good reason that it had been a long time since Coraline had allowed herself to be seen in public. It wasn't because she cared much for public opinion, instead it was more of a personal choice, a way for her to cope in the way she saw fit after her beloved William passed away. Needless to say, events and social gatherings of this magnitude were an absolute no, no on her list. Admittedly, even prior Will's departure, Coraline had never once been fond of grand social events always preferring smaller crowds and low-key gatherings which only gave her an even bigger reason to stir clear of them.
Truth be told, if there was something the young woman could not tolerate and hated with the intensity of a thousand radiant suns was the disgusting emotion known as pity. You see, if she had to spend as much as a single second hearing how much people were sorry for her loss, or even had to look into their eyes that fully displayed that emotion which disgusted the young lady, she would have much preferred to be by herself. Perhaps that was one of the many reasons why for she had allowed herself to mourn for the duration of two years and six months after William's death. For all intents and purposes, the young woman had genuinely dropped out of the face of the earth during her mourning period which, according to the her family and loved ones as well as the public eye, had been constantly prolongated much longer than needed be.
It was a peculiar thing, really, never in a million years would she have imagined she'd be embarking onto unknown adventures on the majestic vessel. For the most part, she could not help but to wonder if it was her youthful spirit that still longed for adventure and was ready to start anew, or if she was simply trying to appeal to her closest and dearest friend, the very same that had somehow managed to convince her to join in the voyage to move on once and for all. Be as it may, a part of her wanted to move on to greener pastures; to let William rest in peace, knowing she'll allow herself to be happy. At the same time, she felt an indescribable guilt for ever thinking of finding happiness without him in the first place. These were the kind of thoughts that often predominated her head as of late. At the moment, however, her mind and body were solely interested on a single matter, what she'd be having for breakfast.
For the first time in a long time, Coraline decided to wear something white. A beautiful dress handmade by her favorite young seamstress, sixteen year old Melanie, an extremely skilled young lady Coraline deeply cared for. Melanie's mother had worked for William's family for generations and had grown attached to the young lively wife. Mother and daughter were just as excited to learn the young widow had finally taken a step in the right direction even if it was something as trivial as reverting back to her usual clothing style.
Coraline enters the café wearing her usual air of elegance and a hint of self-confidence. She quickly scans the room in hopes to find familiar likable faces but alas opts simply to take a seat in the nearest table after placing a familiar book in hand on the table. The book was there none other than to act as a powerful companion, one that was sure to come in handy in case in case she ever felt she no longer wanted to engage in conversation.
Truth be told, if there was something the young woman could not tolerate and hated with the intensity of a thousand radiant suns was the disgusting emotion known as pity. You see, if she had to spend as much as a single second hearing how much people were sorry for her loss, or even had to look into their eyes that fully displayed that emotion which disgusted the young lady, she would have much preferred to be by herself. Perhaps that was one of the many reasons why for she had allowed herself to mourn for the duration of two years and six months after William's death. For all intents and purposes, the young woman had genuinely dropped out of the face of the earth during her mourning period which, according to the her family and loved ones as well as the public eye, had been constantly prolongated much longer than needed be.
It was a peculiar thing, really, never in a million years would she have imagined she'd be embarking onto unknown adventures on the majestic vessel. For the most part, she could not help but to wonder if it was her youthful spirit that still longed for adventure and was ready to start anew, or if she was simply trying to appeal to her closest and dearest friend, the very same that had somehow managed to convince her to join in the voyage to move on once and for all. Be as it may, a part of her wanted to move on to greener pastures; to let William rest in peace, knowing she'll allow herself to be happy. At the same time, she felt an indescribable guilt for ever thinking of finding happiness without him in the first place. These were the kind of thoughts that often predominated her head as of late. At the moment, however, her mind and body were solely interested on a single matter, what she'd be having for breakfast.
For the first time in a long time, Coraline decided to wear something white. A beautiful dress handmade by her favorite young seamstress, sixteen year old Melanie, an extremely skilled young lady Coraline deeply cared for. Melanie's mother had worked for William's family for generations and had grown attached to the young lively wife. Mother and daughter were just as excited to learn the young widow had finally taken a step in the right direction even if it was something as trivial as reverting back to her usual clothing style.
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Coraline enters the café wearing her usual air of elegance and a hint of self-confidence. She quickly scans the room in hopes to find familiar likable faces but alas opts simply to take a seat in the nearest table after placing a familiar book in hand on the table. The book was there none other than to act as a powerful companion, one that was sure to come in handy in case in case she ever felt she no longer wanted to engage in conversation.
Domonic sat back in his chair and looked up towards the stage as music filled the air of the busy cafe. He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, relaxing and slipping his hair out of the tight bun his mother put it in that morning and letting it fall over his shoulders. He preferred his hair down and the tightness of it was giving him a headache.
A familiar scowl cut through the music but he ignored it. He had only ever heard the church organs back home and this was different. Softer and less foreboding. He leaned forward and kissed his cousin on the cheek before grabbing his drink and standing. He moved through the room closer to the source of the sound. The farther from his parents the better.
He stood by the stage and smiled his signature smile up at the woman playing, watching and relaxing. The last 10 minutes at that table was hell. Between his mother's bickering and his fathers snide and cutting remarks back to her had left wanting to either punch a wall or runaway. But this, he figured, was a better escape. Beautiful music was more of a distraction.
Domonic lifted his glass to his lips and sipped the almost flat champagne, rolling it over his tongue as he looked around him. He was in a sea of strangers. His father didn't have business with many outside of Germany and those he did were not on this ship. It didn't bother his parents at all. They usually kept to themselves anyway but for Domonic it meant no escape. He had no excuse to slip away and neither did Amira for that matter. Unless they were doing something together but even then they'd have to fight for approval to do so from his parents.
He sighed and shook the thoughts from his head, running a hand through his hair and returning his attention to the woman playing the piano, his eyes watching her hands glide over the keys.
Caspian took a final breath off his cigarette and flicked the bud of the side of the boat into the waters below. Salty air blew against his face and whiped his hair around his face. He smiled lightly. This was nice. He'd never been on a boat before but being here made him think he might trade in his land legs for some sea ones.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and leaned against the railing as other passengers who had presumably finished their meals, came out to enjoy the beautiful morning. He listened to the sound of their distant conversations as he watched the moving scenery. It really did feel like a dream to him. All of it did. He worked all day, every day of his life and here he was relaxing on the deck of a grand ship and not having to lift a finger for it.
He pushed off the railing and placed his hinds in his pocket, grabbing another candy and joining the movement of the rest of the people outside. He rolled his shoulders as a slight feeling of not belonging fell over him. These were mostly first classers and since he owned nothing but his work clothes he stood out like a sore thumb. He slowed down his pace and turned, pulling his cap down and making a bee line for the door leading back inside.
Daisy McGregor
Daisy gaps when she sees the gentleman and the person he grabbed start to play cards. She couldn't hear was they were saying, but it was obvious that's what they were doing. She was quickly brought out of her thoughts when Mrs. Hurst kept repeating her name.
"Daisy? Daily! Is your mind wandering again?" the older woman asked.
Embarrassed, Daisy turned around and replied, "Oh I am so sorry Eliza! What were you saying?"
"I was asking how your sister and her family were."
"Violet is fine. She and Edward are expecting another child soon. Vi is determined to give Eddie a son since she already has two girls. Her doctor thinks she is carrying twins because she's much bigger than the last few pregnancies."
This brought a huge smile to Daisy's face, but Mrs. Hurst could see the inner sadness of her friend. She knew that Daisy wanted to be a mother so badly. It was bad enough when she had the first miscarriage, it was worse when the second one was a still born. Daisy had once told her she thought there was something wrong with her especially with her twin sister being able to carry and give birth to healthy children. The matronly woman's heart went out to her, but she maintain her smile, wanting to keep the blonde in a good mood.
"Well she'll definitely have her hands full than. I am happy that Violet is taking a more hands on approach to motherhood, unlike some mothers I know."
This caused Daisy to giggle. She could not understand why some mothers did spend more time with their children. She understood the need of having nannies and governesses, but for some women to not want to be around their children was just mind boggling. Daisy herself thought of becoming a governess after Michael died, but she realized she'd have to give up her love of traveling, and she simply couldn't do that.
It was at that second, she heard a crash and turned to see a woman who was done as well as a man. The scene caused her to laugh hard, earning several gazes her way. Not wanting to embarrass her friend, she took several breaths to calm down, but couldn't quite stop the giggling. Mrs. Hurst saw the incident too and giggled as well.
"And here I thought these meals would get boring."
"I just hope they're okay. That looked nasty." commented Daisy after she managed to stop giggling.
"It certainly did."
"Well, I am done eating, so I'll go and get some fresh air. Would you like to join me?" Daisy asks as she stands up.
"Afraid not my dear, I am going to get some rest. I will see you later all right?" Mrs. Hurst said as she stood up and gave Daisy a huge.
"Take care." Daisy said before leaving the cafe.
She ended up walking outside back to her section of the ship before spotting someone else. Recognizing that it was her roommate, she approached her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Good day Miss Crane. Enjoying the view?"
Naturally, Oscar had gotten a late start to the day. Sunlight was streaming into his shared room, and he groaned as he started to rise. Why had he let himself drink so much last night? He had no idea. Perhaps this was the beginning of a problem. He shook his head to himself, ridding himself of the thought. He looked to the bunk underneath his, and saw his roommate was already gone. He had yet to meet the fellow, but he figured that would happen some other night. Or perhaps he would meet him sometime today. Who knew.
After putting on his best clothes, Oscar made his way toward the Breakfast Cafe. He hoped he hadn't missed his chance to have breakfast. And he hoped that he could pass as a first class citizen and get in to have the good food. He ran a slightly nervous hand through his hair, pushing it back in the process. He made his way through the crowded ship halls. Once he got close to the entrance of the Cafe, Oscar fiddled with his wedding band a bit. Ruthie, you would have loved this place. A sigh heaved itself from Oscar's chest at the thought of his late wife. But he had to act confidently if he were going to pass for a first class passenger. He decided to lift his chin and put a smile on his face, and he marched forward to the doors of the cafe. Surprisingly, so many people were trying to get in that the guards somehow managed not to even see him. It was gorgeous inside of that room. It was a sight his parents never would have dreamed of being able to see, a sight that he wished he could share with Ruth. But thoughts like those would make no difference, it wouldn't make his parents suddenly have more money, and it wouldn't bring his wife back to him. So he had to continue on. And so, he put one foot in front of the other.
And he stopped at the very first table. He knew no one here, he had no one to sit with and converse. He would have to make friends on this ship, or be lonely the entire time. Luckily enough, there seemed to be a woman at this very table that was alone with a book in front of her. Oscar motioned toward the seat next to her. "Would you mind terribly if I sat with you? I'm afraid I don't know anyone in this place, and I could use a friend." Oscar gave a wide smile to the young woman, hoping that he could at least have a conversation for the morning.
- It was too surreal to be unreal, that much he knew. His brain, no matter how tired or out of sorts, would never fabricate this as some sort of dream. He was scared, and that was the only thing he knew for certain. After all, he had no way of knowing just how much she was aware of. She was playing nice now, but he’d had more than one run-in with someone who held a grudge and was more than happy to conceal it until they had him feeling secure in his safety. Did she know about him, who he was— who he really was?
She expressed her joy at seeing him again, and he couldn’t help but feel a remnant of fleeting affection for the smile that crossed her face. He hadn’t seen it in such a long amount of time, and yet the visual brought back such vivid memories of the same smile that he’d once been the frequent recipient of. He chuckled again, nodding his agreement, still silent and slightly disbelieving.
He watched her fix her coffee, and took note of how she liked it. Cream, two sugars. Who knew when it might prove to be useful information. He was used to remembering the most inconsequential of things, as it was always something that proved additionally impressive to people who weren’t used to having others remember small things about them. It was almost a subconscious reaction. Simultaneously, he marveled at the fact that he’d never had the opportunity to memorize her coffee order before. Somehow, during the duration of their entire— he wasn’t sure what to call it, actually. Relationship certainly wasn’t the right term— something, they’d never actually gone out for coffee. It was a strange sort of knowledge.
Still, there was an anxiety eating at the back of his mind. How much did she know for certain? Questions raced through his mind until— notes rang through the air, deliberate and melodic and utterly calming. His racing heart slowed, steadied. How calming. Why was he afraid? Lottie, harsh as it was to say, had never been the cleverest of girls. Smart, yes, but not quite sharp, not in the way he and Syl needed to be. Naive, and that’s what he had liked about her. But it was that innocence that meant she would never be privy to his true intents. He needn’t fear for his being. In fact, this was an opportunity. He was different now; meaner, smarter, more cautious. He’d never fall victim to his old mistakes. And this was a chance to prove it.
He was yanked from his reverie by her voice again. She was apologizing. Somehow, he couldn’t hide his shock. And he was very good at concealing his emotions, he’d learned. At least he knew now she definitely didn’t know him as anything other than ‘Stas Kensington.’ Still, his eyebrows rose, and he set down his steaming cup of coffee to place a gentle hand over hers. ”Lottie,” he said, voice soft (and only half intentionally so), ”I have never, not once, cast any blame on you for what happened then.” And then he laughed, a rueful sort, nostalgic. ”But, forget that. We’re different people now, we need not dwell in the past.”
”Hm,” he said, and took a sip of his coffee, pretending to be perfectly willing to tell her. He used the time it took to swallow to come up with a sensible lie. Finance. Something in finance. ”A job, actually,” Stas said, nodding as though he himself couldn’t believe his luck. ”I’ve been offered a position at one of the better banks in the Americas, and I figured—” he shrugged, laughing, “—well, I’ve nothing to lose, have I? So here I am, on my way.” He smiled at her, took another sip of his coffee. ”But that’s plenty on me. What of you? Surely something exciting must be dragging you away from home.”
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She didn’t appreciate his attitude, and she would certainly be eager to let him know as much if he didn’t hold her fate in his hands. Gads, Stas would be so mad if he found out she’d gotten herself snagged on the first day. He’d ice her out for a week at least, the bastard. She couldn’t afford to let this man hand her in. If she needed to, she’d bolt. She was very fast, and had lots of practice running away from law enforcement. Then she’d just have to be careful about not running into the imposing young man again. No big deal, even if it would be a bummer.
He kept her waiting. Threatened in a low voice, deep and threatening. She fought the urge to scoff. Stas had used that voice on her before, and it had never particularly deterred her from doing whatever rash act he tried to discourage her from. ”Well if you’re as good at weaselin’ yer way outta things as you say you are,” she mumbled as he deliberated on whether he’d play or not, under her breath, but loud enough that she was sure he’d heard, ”I’m sure you’d find some way.”
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally agreed to play her game, but not before reiterating her rules to her, as though he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t try to cheat her way out of it. She frowned. Syl was a lot of things— a thief, a chronic gambler, a cheater— but she wasn’t a liar. If she’d stated her terms, she’d follow through on them. But this man wouldn’t know that, would he? His opinion of her was already sullied, even though he hardly knew anything about her, didn’t even know her name. Damn rich folk. Always prancing around, acting all ‘holier than thou.’ Asses, the lot of them.
At least he had agreed to play. That was a weight off her shoulders. God bless those Pikeys. One of them had even stolen her first kiss (and the only thing she could really feel about it was impressed, truth be told), but she knew now she’d have to spend a lifetime thanking them and their skills of the trade. She’d study up on their accent more, too. Their incomprehensibility was, clearly, more of a talent than she’d given it credit for. And clearly this man’s mother had never warned him to be wary of street rats who carried cards with them. She ran through the games she could win. Blackjack, but even with her ability to count the cards, sometimes extraordinary luck won out in the end, and she didn’t want to risk that. Poker, but that was a little more skill-based, and she didn’t know the man well enough. Three card monte, that was the one. Infallible. No way she could lose, and it’d be over before he could blink.
”Fantastic,” she said, grinning, and pulled out a chair at the nearest table to sit and pull out the cards she needed. ”We’ll play monte then. Find the Queen, Find the Painted Lady, it goes by a hundred different names. Easy enough. Look.” She held up three cards she’d taken, the queen of hearts, and the two jacks of spades and clubs. ”All you gotta do is find the queen. Follow her with your eyes.”
She tossed down the cards on the table to begin shifting them around. He would never find the Queen, this much she was sure of. It was all in the sleight of hand. She took the jack of spades in one hand, the queen and the other jack in the other. She made sure he knew where each card was. And as she tossed the card down, instead of tossing the lowermost card (the queen), which it appeared she had done, she threw the uppermost card (the jack). An easy switch, but an effective one. No one to date had ever discovered the trick, reason being that, if done correctly, the move was practically undetectable. He’d be following the incorrect card from the start, and a man like this (she could tell this much) would never guess. He’d trust his eyes, and that was the mistake. She finished shuffling the cards around, and pulled her hands back, held her palms out in a display that showed she’d leave everything, her fate and all, in his hands. ”So,” she said, a smile lifting the edges of her lips, ”go on. Find the painted lady.”
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_____As the piece she so carefully started came to a slow close, she smiled at some of the people around her that weren't so engaged with others, that clapped.. Off to the side of the stage she noticed a man leaning nonchalantly and smiling at her. She felt her cheeks grow warm under his scrutiny. She wasn't used to people paying direct attention to her, rather the music she played.
Juliette's mind racked, suddenly anxious to please the crowd she hadn't noticed was upper class before, and decided to try one of her original compositions. It involved some singing, but she had a soft voice so it shouldn't be disruptive. This particular piece was a tad more soulful than she believed anyone here was used to, but it wasn't jazzy enough to be offensive.
She closed her eyes and took a small breath before playing the opening notes. She glanced up at the young man still standing near her and quickly looked back down. Thankfully, this cafe was quite open and afforded her a very calming view of the sea, so she kept her eyes there as she sung. Her voice could by no means be known as soprano, but had a breathy deepness that kept her singing at a low but at an auditory level. The song spoke to her as she sang it to the Ocean, to her hopes and her dreams as a girl alone on a large boat and she was sad to see it end so quickly.
Looking around as the last chords rang out, people came up to her to inquire the composer and she very modestly pronounced herself as the writer and she received her fair share of praise. Juliette didn't know if she was meant to feel uncomfortable or proud, so she settled for a small smile and a bow. As she straightened, she sighed in relief at the sight of the morning pianist, Jacques, another francophone.
"Jacques! Mon sauveur! Comment allez-vous?"
"Je suis tellement désolé Juliette. Sacrément mal de mer. Je me sens beaucoup mieux maintenant. Merci pour ce faire. Je ne vais pas l'oublier."
"Pensez rien , mon ami. Le plaisir était pour moi."
They exchanged smiles and cheek kisses before she stepped off the stage swiftly and made her way around the stage towards the exit. She walked past the young man and smiled politely at him, and felt more heat involuntarily invade her face at his rapt attention as she played and quickly looked away. She stepped out of the cafe after smiling and thanking patrons as she passed and made her way down the deck towards the railing to take a deep breath. This boat will take some getting used to.
Juliette's mind racked, suddenly anxious to please the crowd she hadn't noticed was upper class before, and decided to try one of her original compositions. It involved some singing, but she had a soft voice so it shouldn't be disruptive. This particular piece was a tad more soulful than she believed anyone here was used to, but it wasn't jazzy enough to be offensive.
She closed her eyes and took a small breath before playing the opening notes. She glanced up at the young man still standing near her and quickly looked back down. Thankfully, this cafe was quite open and afforded her a very calming view of the sea, so she kept her eyes there as she sung. Her voice could by no means be known as soprano, but had a breathy deepness that kept her singing at a low but at an auditory level. The song spoke to her as she sang it to the Ocean, to her hopes and her dreams as a girl alone on a large boat and she was sad to see it end so quickly.
Looking around as the last chords rang out, people came up to her to inquire the composer and she very modestly pronounced herself as the writer and she received her fair share of praise. Juliette didn't know if she was meant to feel uncomfortable or proud, so she settled for a small smile and a bow. As she straightened, she sighed in relief at the sight of the morning pianist, Jacques, another francophone.
"Jacques! Mon sauveur! Comment allez-vous?"
"Je suis tellement désolé Juliette. Sacrément mal de mer. Je me sens beaucoup mieux maintenant. Merci pour ce faire. Je ne vais pas l'oublier."
"Pensez rien , mon ami. Le plaisir était pour moi."
They exchanged smiles and cheek kisses before she stepped off the stage swiftly and made her way around the stage towards the exit. She walked past the young man and smiled politely at him, and felt more heat involuntarily invade her face at his rapt attention as she played and quickly looked away. She stepped out of the cafe after smiling and thanking patrons as she passed and made her way down the deck towards the railing to take a deep breath. This boat will take some getting used to.
There was a strange anxiousness that was surrounding Stas and it wasn't something that Charlotte found she could put her finger on. This was natural of course. It had been years since they had seen each other. It was years since she had known him. The time that stretched between them separated the young budding lover from the friendly acquaintances that now sat across from one another. He relaxed quite suddenly as the trilling notes drifted up from the skill piano player's fingers and into the air. She was surprised as his hand covered hers. She was even more startled to discover how familiar his touch still felt.
"No, perhaps it wasn't my fault, but it was all still because of my mother." There were very old feelings starting to surface that she had forgotten and Charlotte had a great deal to think over when she had some private time to herself. She had buried Stas in her past. She had buried the foolish and naive girl who had believe she was sneaking behind her very controlling mother. Charlotte knew that she had been a fool. So why was she entertaining herself with the very man her mother had banished her from ever seeing again?
If Sylvia only knew who covered Charlotte's hand, she would very likely have a stroke from the shock of it all.
"That sounds like an adventure. I wish I had a reason as exciting as accepting a new job." Her words were serious. "My aunt has invited me to come stay with her for the year." She sipped at her own coffee and felt the hot liquid travel down the familiar and warm path in her throat. "I don't expect it will be that easy though. My mother has kept me under tight lock and key for the past six years. I can't imagine she'd let me go so easily, especially by myself despite this being the Titanic. You never know what can happen on a ship at sea." There was a spark in her eye that hinted at mischief.
"I never got a direct answer, but I think my Aunt Margaret has lined up a husband for me in America." Her nose scrunched up ever so slightly and there was a hint of disdain in her voice. "If she has, I think I might run away to Africa then," she managed to bring a bit of a smile back to her face, "then neither my mother or aunt can interfere with my life any longer." Charlotte had no idea how close to the truth she was.
She also didn't understand what had caused her to open up so quickly to Stas. She was usually more reserved than this and preferred to stay quiet in social situations. She supposed that it was because Stas was from the part of her past where she had believed she could break from the golden chains that bound her to the high society. She liked to believe she was still that girl; the one willing to rebel against her mother and create her own life how she saw fit.
Evan narrowed his eyes as the young woman finally came up with the game they would play; monte. He half expected her to pick something more sophisticated. He couldn't help but scoff internally at the brazen confidence she seemed to exude. She seemed so sure that she would win, when in fact the game was simple and easy. All Evan had to do was keep his eye trained on the queen; simple.
He should have read more into the situation. Why would she pick such a basic and simple game unless she had something hidden up her sleeve? Why would she give him the favorable odds with a game that he could easily win?
Evan wasn't thinking mostly because the atmosphere in the room divided his attention. He didn't have a chance to analyze or think critically over his options. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the face down queen card and he knew he had this game won. The only problem was that he had been unable to see the near invisible sleight of hand trick that replaced the queen with one of her jacks. There was no contest when the young woman told him to find her "painted lady", yet Evan was a fool for not picking up on the quirk of her lip that was a tell tale sign she had already cheated him out of this game.
"Your queen," he said and lifted up the face down card he had trained his eyes.
Anger flushed through his body as he was not greeted by the queen, but by the jack. He felt the indignation rise within his body like a sour bile and he turned a very sharp eye onto the young woman. "You cheated." He accused before tossing the jack violently down and grabbed the young woman by the collar of her fresh and clean linen shirt. "Not only are you a thief, but a liar and a cheat as well. I'll have you for this, you pathetic little girl." His snarl was low but still quite impressive. He didn't want to draw a great deal of attention to them as those in the first class would not appreciate such a distraction from their breakfast. Evan knew that breed of people well. He also knew the breed of the young woman he had clutched tightly in his hands. He yanked her from the Parisian cafe and through the door past the bouncer.
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Coraline made sure to keep herself entertained before she indulged in some early morning coffee. But perhaps it wasn’t so much an indulgence as it was a mere craving. If her memory hadn’t failed her, it had been quite some time since she last had as much as a sip of the well known beverage. Typically, she’d prefer to have a hot cup of chocolate at the privacy of her mansion where she could carelessly dip in a pastry or two but for that particular morning, she was craving coffee.
The woman remained calmly seated before she decided to engage in a peculiar hobby of hers. She took but a brief moment to carefully look around the café, her eyes secretly searched those who seemed to pique her interest most. And so it was that she began to play a game of sorts, quietly trying to learn who the person is simply from what she could gather on the brief moment her eyes landed upon them. She'd start with something as simple as to what their profession was, whether they were married or not, how they liked their coffee and so on. Her eyes finally got fixated on an elderly man who seemed to be drinking by himself, a hint of sadness across his distant presence as he took a sip steadily holding the white cup with both of his wrinkly hands. After taking deliberate consideration,Widower was the only thing her mind could conjure up, and nothing more.
Her mind was most deep in thought when her attention was thankfully taken back by a young man approaching her, asking if he could sit with her.
”Not at all,” Cora says with a kind smile in return, ”please. By all means, join me.” She motions for him to take a seat next to her before moving her book out of the way so that he may sit comfortably.
”Well then,” she says, ”it appears we’re on the same boat.” Cora offers him a smile, her eyes closely inspecting the young man next to her before she continues. ”I haven’t even been able to find my friend, Paul, the very same that convinced me to join him in this wild expedition,” Coraline says with endearment. ”Speaking of, if you don’t mind me asking, what has led you on this voyage, mister-…”
The woman remained calmly seated before she decided to engage in a peculiar hobby of hers. She took but a brief moment to carefully look around the café, her eyes secretly searched those who seemed to pique her interest most. And so it was that she began to play a game of sorts, quietly trying to learn who the person is simply from what she could gather on the brief moment her eyes landed upon them. She'd start with something as simple as to what their profession was, whether they were married or not, how they liked their coffee and so on. Her eyes finally got fixated on an elderly man who seemed to be drinking by himself, a hint of sadness across his distant presence as he took a sip steadily holding the white cup with both of his wrinkly hands. After taking deliberate consideration,Widower was the only thing her mind could conjure up, and nothing more.
Her mind was most deep in thought when her attention was thankfully taken back by a young man approaching her, asking if he could sit with her.
”Not at all,” Cora says with a kind smile in return, ”please. By all means, join me.” She motions for him to take a seat next to her before moving her book out of the way so that he may sit comfortably.
”Well then,” she says, ”it appears we’re on the same boat.” Cora offers him a smile, her eyes closely inspecting the young man next to her before she continues. ”I haven’t even been able to find my friend, Paul, the very same that convinced me to join him in this wild expedition,” Coraline says with endearment. ”Speaking of, if you don’t mind me asking, what has led you on this voyage, mister-…”
Domonic hummed softly along with the woman as she played her next song. It was just as good as the first but this time she sang lyrics along with it. He had only have heard his cousin sing before and that was in the safety of the family gardens. He looked back at the table he had abandoned. Amira was turned in her seat also watching the girl play while his mother and father continued to silently bicker behind her. He shook his head, at least Amira was being left alone. But it seemed those two could always find one thing or another to fight about.
When the music stopped Domonic returned his attention to the stage. The woman stood and answered soft spoken-ly all the questions sent her way. He watched her, noticing the anxiousness on her face. He smiled softly, if it weren't for the fact that she had more control he would have said she was as worked up as Amira was.
When another come onstage to replace her, the girl bowed and hurried off. He barely had time to stop her before she brushed past him, giving a polite smile with a faint shade of pink on her cheeks. Domonic finished his champagne and set down the glass. After checking to make sure his mother's death glare wasn't on him, He followed after her. He didn't know why, or what he'd say to her but he thought it would be nice to talk to her. Maybe help calm her nerves and make a friend while he was at it. He certainly wasn't going to do so just standing around and keeping to himself.
Leaving the cafe he followed the sound of her footsteps until he found her leaning against a railing.
"Hallo Frau, I'm sorry if i'm intruding but i'd just like to say you play beautifully. You don't hear anything like that where I come from." He said softly, approaching her with his ever-present smile.
Location: B Deck
Interacting With: Daisy McGregor
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Abia continued to look out at the ocean. It was a wonderful sight, one she had only seen in paintings and photographs.[ The vastness of the ocean seemed almost impossible to consider. She'd seen globes and maps, used them in her teachings, but to truly experience the seemingly never-ending sea was different than simply looking at a piece of paper or hollow sphere.
She was completely wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming of what life would be like aboard the ship and eventually in New York. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Abia resisted the urge to jump, not wanting to give this person any reason to reconsider what class she was in. When she turned around, instead of finding someone ready to escort her back to the Second Class Promenade, she found her roommate Daisy. "Good day Miss Crane. Enjoying the view?"
Abia smiled at the other woman, happy to see a familiar face. Granted, she didn't know anyone else on the ship so Daisy was the only familiar face save for some of the employees she'd spoken with. "Good day to you as well Ms. McGregor." She stole a quick glance back at the ocean before responding to the woman's question. "I've never seen the ocean before, only paintings and photographs. It's beautiful. I could probably stare at it for days, getting lost in my own head. I'm sure I could get lost on this ship too. It's so large." Of course, Abia probably wouldn't get lost on the ship thanks to how observant she was, but the thought of exploring every single corner of the ship seemed a daunting task given its impressive size.
Location: B Deck: Parisian Cafe
Interacting With: Ollie Gatz
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Will continued to sit by himself, observing those around him. Those who were obviously first class mingled, talking about business, inheritance, and of course others of their class. They could think of themselves as better than the rest of the passengers aboard, but in truth they were nothing more than rats as well. It was an odd thought to come from a man who desired the finer things in life (and readily took them when he had the chance), but nonetheless William felt that the first class were no better than the third or second in terms of their actions. They had everything given to them on a silver platter, never knowing what hardship was or what it was like to make an honest living. He also doubted any of them had grown up with only one parent to support them.
Tempted as he was to start taking their jewelry, watches, and purses, he restrained himself. It would do no good to get himself thrown off the ship before the longest leg of the voyage. It also would be quite a shame to only get a small taste of the luxuries that could be his. Will continued to whistle as one of the waiters brought him a glass of water. He thanked the man before taking a sip. He wasn't too hungry, having been given some bread from one of the men he shared his room with, but it would still be quite nice to order and receive a first class meal.
A few minutes passed and he noticed an older couple coming into the cafe. Most of the tables were occupied by now and those that weren't had potential occupants nearby. Will stood, making his way over to them and offering them the table he had just been sitting at. "It's no problem at all, really," he told them as he led the way to the table. "It seems that the man I was supposed to meet has yet to arrive. Please, feel free to sit here. I haven't a clue when he will be arriving and I wouldn't want anyone to be miss out on a lovely lunch because of me." He pulled out a seat for the woman to sit. She thanked him as he grabbed his water glass off the table. The couple thanked him for the table as he bid them a good day and looked to relocate where he would sit or stand now in the cafe.
He spotted a young redheaded woman standing by the large windows on the exterior wall of the cafe. William made his way across the cozy cafe, which really didn't require many footsteps, water in one hand and hat in the other. He gave a nod of the head to the woman, who he noticed was significantly smaller than him. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
”Speaking of, if you don’t mind me asking, what has led you on this voyage, mister-…”
Oscar flashed the young blonde woman a smile full of imperfect teeth. "Dawson," he finished the sentence for her. "But you can call me Oscar. Formalities are always so stiff. As for what led me to take this wonderful vessel we find ourselves on," Oscar gestured to the grandeur all around them. "Well, I'm a professor at NYU, and my bosses asked me if I would be a guest speaker at several universities throughout Europe. When I found out that this ship was going to New York around the time that I needed to be back, I took the opportunity." The young man fiddled with a string from the tablecloth that had somehow made itself free from the rest of the fabric. He wasn't entirely sure what would come of this conversation, or how long the young woman would allow it to continue. He was just glad to have at least some small break in the lonely life he had been living as of late.
Without his father around while he had been in Europe, he hadn't had many people to speak to. Sure, there were plenty of students and esteemed professors who wished to talk to him at his guest lectures. But that never helped when he retired to the place that he was staying, being the only one in the room. Since Ruthie had died, every empty room just seemed even emptier than before. That was probably just the heartache talking, but he truly did wish he had someone to speak to more frequently, a friend of sorts. And this was a terrific way to start that off.
"Now that you have my name, it would only be fair if you let me know what I might call you. And I am terribly curious-- what was the book that you had on the table? I've been looking for something new to read lately, but nothing has quite caught my eye."
Daisy McGregor
The way Abia described the scenery and how she felt reminded Daisy of one of her favorite childhood memories. It was actually the first time she remembered crossing the ocean herself as a child. It had been a longer journey than the one she was on right now. She was heading from England to India traveling from the Atlantic to the Indian Ocean. For a little girl about five, the ocean looked too big to be real and she had been awestruck. It had been a cool autumn day and the ship she was on rocked back and forth a lot. She didn't get to see much of the Atlantic ocean because of the wave conditions. It was a completely different story when they got to the Mediterranean Sea. She never saw water so blue before, especially getting closer to the Suez Canal, a site she found fascinating.
Smiling at her roommate, she replied, "Yes the ocean never ceases to amaze me. You definitely want to soak it in because it's something you'll never forget. Wait until we get to Ireland, the cliffs are definitely incredible. Even though I've traveled many times in my life, this will be my first time crossing the Atlantic to America. I know I am looking forward to seeing New York City. I can't wait to see the Statue of Liberty! When I bought my ticket for this ship, I wanted to make sure I learned as much as I could about America. What are you looking forward to the most about America?"
Daisy would have kept on talking but she wanted to give the other young woman a chance. She remembered how Violet once commented on her gregarious nature.
"I swear Daisy, you could out talk a politician." she had said.
It earned a laugh out of Daisy and replied it was probably true. Over the years she had worked on it. She had gotten better, but than her husband died and the young widow found herself falling back into a few bad habits and talking too much was one of them. It was mostly due to the fact that talking was a distraction of thinking and her mind tended to dwell on the past too much and it hurt too much to remember at times. She was slowly changing back to her original more happy self, but she knew she would never completely get over the deaths of her late husband and father. Hopefully America would provide enough of a distraction for her to figure out exactly what she wanted to do with her life besides writing.
- Headed to her Aunt’s, was she? Stas vaguely remembered some mention of the woman from many years back, a passing comment maybe. The thought that she’d potentially only be in America for a year intrigued him. Depending on where she’d be, if— theoretically, very theoretically indeed— he were to attempt to pick his job back up where he left off, if the whole of it proved to be too difficult to accomplish over the span of the time at sea, he’d have a whole other year to finish it. And at the end of that year, she’d go back to her proper home and he’d never have to see her again. (He ignored the unsettling feeling the thought brought to the pit of stomach.)
Her comment on the possibilities being on the ship brought lent a similar gleam of mischief to his eye. ”What could happen indeed,” he murmured, with a slight twist of his lips. He sipped slowly at his coffee as he listened to her speak of what awaited her when she arrived at her aunt’s, her suspicions and all. A noise of disapproval originated in his throat and he set his coffee back down on its saucer with a clink. He turned again to peer into her eyes, frowning just a touch. "Certainly not. Africa’s far too dangerous for a sweet girl like you.” He smiled, eyes narrowing in endearment. ”You’ll be eaten by the lions.” A short laugh. ”No,” he said, shaking his head as he turned once more to pick up his cup. ”Tell you what, if you ever find yourself about to board a ship to Africa, drop by for a visit first. At which point—” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners— ”you may as well just stay until things blow ever.”
A joking comment, meant to be far from an earnest offer, but when he looked up into her eyes once more, he was sure to slightly drop the wide grin he’d put on his face— a small suggestion that the offer wasn’t all fun and games after all. Microexpressions. He was particularly well-versed in them by then, and found them to be the quickest path to a good con. People could never really control their brains, and they never knew what hit them.
So, keeping in the strain of the whole, ‘subtle indications people typically fail to consciously notice’, Stas turned away relatively quickly again, as though just a little embarrassed, and finished the last of his coffee. Again, he plastered a soft smile on his face. ”Well,” he said, “it’s been a joy to see you again, Lottie. Truly. Unfortunately—” and he stood— ”I’m afraid I’m supposed to meet an acquaintance of mine, and I may be just a touch late. Would it be terribly rude to ask that you excuse me?” He grimaced, a smiling one, an expression that indicated his regret at having to leave so soon. The waiter came by, and Stas paid him from a wallet he’d nicked the first day. ”You know what?” he said, turning back to the table. “How presumptuous would it be for me to ask you to dinner tonight, because I do believe I’m going to anyway.” He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up to the side. “What do you say? May I drop by your cabin around seven?”
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As it turned out, the game may have been a mistake after all. Wealthy man with starched cuffs and a stiff collar, who would have pegged him for the ‘prone to anger’ types? Not her, clearly. She didn’t even have the time to refute his claim before he was gripping the front of her shirt and yanking her towards him. She winced, less from the pain and more from the shock. ”Ouch,” she hissed, ready to look back up and glare defiantly, but again was never given the chance.
”Let go of me,” she said forcefully, but in a low voice, also careful to not draw attention to the two of them. Attention was never good. For a thief, having marks know their face was one of the worst things that could happen. ”I already told you, I’m no liar! Check for yourself, mate.” She clawed at his arm and dug her heels into the ground, but was unable to stop their steady progress towards the exit. ”S’hardly my fault you didn’t get the outcome you wanted, but look— the queen’s there! On the left!” Her verbal and physical struggle still yielded nothing. Damn, why did she have to be so small? And to top things off, this man was clearly no idle person, she could tell by the feel of his straining forearm under her grasping hands. Shit. She just had the worst luck, didn’t she?
In anger, she pursed her lips and growled deep in her throat. ”You got a helluva lotta nerve calling me the pathetic one when you’re the man going back on his word. At least I’ve got some semblance of honor.”
They were out the door and past the bouncer. Her time was running out. Wildly, she glanced around, searching for some form of anything that could help her out of her sticky situation. Finding nothing, she glanced down. Well, she had nothing to lose. Screwing up her face, she lifted her foot and brought it back down— hard. And on the man’s foot. She was ecstatically pleased to find that it had worked. From the shock or the pain maybe (she didn’t stay to find out), his grip on the collar of her shirt loosened enough for her to pull back and slip out of his hold. Without waiting around, she turned and took off, making a dash for the nearby deck of the ship and hoping that the throngs of people would provide enough cover to keep her out of his sight.
Location: B Deck: First Class Promenade
Interacting With: Daisy McGregor
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Outfit: X
Abia listened as Daisy spoke, glad to find that she was not the only one entranced by the ocean. It was a wondrous sight and one she believed was wasted by those who ignored it as they strolled about. The young woman was equally as interested in what grand tales and knowledge Daisy might hold in her head from her times abroad. Now was likely not the time to ask, as the two women had only met yesterday, but in a few days she would perhaps ask the other woman of where she'd gone to and seen during her travels. Having always been in landlocked towns across England, Abia couldn't help her curiosity. Fortunately for her, it seemed that it would be partially appeased when the ship stopped to pick up its passengers in Ireland.
Daisy then began to speak of America, which was of course another curiosity. "What are you looking forward to the most about America?" she asked. To this, Abia's immediate answer would have been the prospect of meeting her mother. However, she was hesitant to tell her roommate this. It was very personal to her, something she'd dreamed of since she was a little girl. She decided that she would tell Daisy at another point in time.
"I'm terribly indecisive," she told the other woman with a small grin. "Though I look forward to learning more about America and its culture, the chance to start anew and the prospect of finding love are both very compelling." Abia hoped she didn't sound like too much of a hopeless romantic, but she couldn't help it. She was truly looking forward to a new life and the possibility of finding love as much as she was finding her mother.
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