Coraline Jennine Blackwood, from April 1912, a roleplay on RPG

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Titanic Ship

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Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M.

Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette

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#2016-06-12 21:16:21, as written by uniquest

Date: Wednesday, 10 April 1912. xxxLocation: Southampton, England. xxx
Arrival Time: 9:30 a.m xxx Time of Departure: 11:30 a.m. xxxWeather: Brisk winds northwest at 15-20 mph; 50°C

"Aye, batte'n down the hatches will ya'?"

"Are my eyes deceiv'n me, or am I seein' this ship's ready to land?"

"Eeeeh, boy!"

"I'm needin' help to pull this lever."

"Ready to land, Captain!"

A slow, crooked smile had spread across Captain Smith's face resembling that of much content. The great ocean liner had took approximately three years to construct, engineered to be the largest and most luxurious steam ship in the world. Its very first voyage would truly be something worth remembering; articles about the ship were thus written, claiming it to be a marvel of modern engineering. Both men, women, and children alike came fleeing from their homeland to get a glimpse of the monstrous beauty that dared hinge itself onto the British port as if it was the only thing that withheld dominance. The passengers to board the luxury ocean liner were nonetheless grateful. Many had lifted their chins up in prestige because not only were they able to gain enough money to enter, but they were the first to do so. Street market sells boomed significantly, men were getting their beard groomed quickly as their wives pimped their children for the long journey; brushing off any specks from the petticoats of young girls, and straightening their son's woolen jacket.

And, it all happened in a speck of time. Everyone clustering, like ants. It wasn't later until the ship's plank board was lowered had everyone began pushing and shoving for a leading spot up the ramp.

"You want first-class passengers to board first, Captain?" One of the ship's crew member approached him. It was no surprise that even the most wealthiest aristocats were given better treatment. To Captain Smith the first-class were 'walking money', they would surely help spread the word, and perhaps bring in even more fortune. "Yes," Smith assured, "let the first-class board first."

And, off the worker went to announce the news to the people who waited impatiently. "Listen up," he had to shout over the uproar, "so, far we have at least two thousand two hundred and twenty eight thousand of you. I want first-class passengers to board first, then second, and lastly third. I want this to be done in an orderly fashion. We will set off in approximately two hours."

At that the commotion grew much louder, people kissed their loved one's a farewell. It was a moment of ecstasy, all for the ship that deemed as virtually unsinkable, the Titanic was truly a phenomenon.

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'Two hours, two hours, two hours ..'

Arthur McGhee felt the perspiration beginning to form at his temple, like thousands of tiny crystals scattered about his ivory skin. He wiped at it with the back of his hand as he chewed at his lower lip, it was a habit he had possessed since it was his conceitedness that got him stuck in the game of Cheat at the British port pub.

He remembered his words, a mockery as he smirked at the dunderheed that had just sent another man walking with loss. 'Ah bet yer ass I can win you at a game of cards. Aw or nothin', lad.' But, nevertheless it was those very words that had got him a pound short out of his pocket. If only he'd kept his mouth shut.

"You give'n up yet?" Arthur looked up from his stack of cards to the burly man who sat before him, the way his crusted lips curled back in amusement every moment he saw the poor Scott's exasperation.

He kept his answer short. "No." He concentrated on his next play.

He put down an ace, and at that, the man guffawed something bitter and awful that made Arthur fight the urge to hurl.

"You aren't gonna win, mate." Arthur ignored him as he put down a two.

Then, a four; six, eight, and before you know it he's all out of cards. Checkmate.

Arthur looked up at the man's now gawked expression, and smirked. "Mibbe ah jus did."

The guy was infuriated now as he looked at the cards, to Arthur, to the cards, then back up at Arthur. "Bullshit," he spat out a wad of tobacco juice out of the side of his mouth.

The man was nothing but muscle and tattoo compared to Arthur. However, as he said that Arthur couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed, and laughed until his sides were cramping; until the man grabbed at his white button down, and heaved him up from his chair. "I want a rematch". He demanded, spit freckling across Arthur's face.

"Not how it works." The man pushed Arthur against a wall; hard. Others began to move away immediately in the process at the same time the owner shouted for the two men to take their tussle outside, but he was only ignored. "Listen to me, mate. I will hurt-" he was distracted by Arthur's hand moving behind his ear, thus a silver dollar had appeared between his fingers as if by magic.

"Did you not hear me? Arthur's smile widened. "Yer outta luck, lassie." He threw the coin at the man's face, causing him to loose his grip on Arthur.

"Aye!" he called out as he saw the sly Scott scoop up a few coins from their table, including a third-class ticket to board the 'White Star Line', and ran free from the pub toward the grand ship.

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#2016-06-14 03:21:23, as written by uniquest

Date: Thursday, April 11th 1912. xxx Time: 10:30 am. xxx Location: the coast of Celtic Sea
Headed to: Queenstown, Ireland xxx Arrival time: 3:30 pm. xxx Weather: partly cloudy with an abundance of stratocumulus clouds. moderate breeze at 50°C N/NW

Titanic's departure from Southhampton yesterday was quite the success! Afterwards, the massive vessel sailed to Cherbourg, France to board more passengers. Nonetheless, everything seemed to be running smoothly, not a mishap identified. Its passengers are enjoying the long voyage as well. Some even managed to make friends with those within their social heiarchy, but who knows? Maybe love will parish within this grand vessel, or rivals will be made. Sometimes fate just has to be waited upon before it is allowed to make its next move.

As first class passengers began to make their way towards the Parisian Café for an early morning coffee, most second and third class passengers aimed to put on their best fitting garments to join them, passing the bouncers who are scouting for any possible intruders. Nevertheless, people are making the most of it until their final destination to Pier 60 in New York on April 17, 1912.

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Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood

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#2016-06-15 23:59:41, as written by Emmie_Hoeller

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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.

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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.

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#2016-06-18 01:03:34, as written by theultimatetrombone

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.

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#2016-06-19 10:05:45, as written by Emmie_Hoeller

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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-…”

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#2016-06-24 04:51:57, as written by theultimatetrombone

”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."