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Juliette Le Sauvage

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."

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a character in “April 1912”, as played by Terraformer



"Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit."

Is It A Crime | Sade || I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know | Al Kooper || Piano Sonata No. 17 "Tempest" Valentina Lisitsa 3. Allegretto | Beethoven



Full Name
Juliette Cadeau Le Sauvage
"My grandmothers name. The one I am forced to bear."

"My mother made sure that I was to be called Juliette and nothing else."

Date of Birth
Dec. 1 1890
"It was a very cold winter in Paris."

Zodiac Sign
"I am just as loving as I am indifferent."

"My French mother met my guitar playing father in Spain and they were never apart again."

"Love is not something I've made time for."

Social Class?
"I have no use for money."

Relationship Status
"Men don't seem to appreciate independence."



"In France you are either short or tall, there is no in between."

"About average I suppose."

Body Build
Juliette has a slim and lithe build with subtle curves
"Mother always said I should have done ballet"

Eye Color
Mostly sky blue with green around the center and flecks of hazel
"My father gave them to me. He likes to say it's the only thing that makes him worthy enough to have my mother."

Only when she plays piano so she can read the sheet music

Pale Olive tone that does tan quickly

Hair Color
Dark brown, almost black, but has a gold sheen in the sun.


"I mostly wear it down, but I do put it up for work and when it's hot"

Standard Outfit/s
["A lady named Coco at a hat shop down the road from my home taught me how to make my own clothing. She told me took make what was comfortable and I never forgot it."



Greatest Joys In Life
Playing on a rainy day in solitude
"I consider that to be the place I can be my most genuine and creative."

Greatest Fear
Dying alone
"There are too many joys and life not to share it with someone. I may not be ready now or have found the right person, but someday I will."

Becoming a famous pianist
"I don't want money. I just want the world to hear my music."

Life Philosophy/s
"Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day."
- Polish Proverb

"The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you've gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you've gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?"
- Chuang Tzu

"We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers. "
- Christopher Isherwood

Juliette is typically reserved and even aloof. Tolerant and nonjudgmental, she calmly takes in the details and facts of her surroundings, noticing sensory data and observing how things work. She often tunes into what needs to be done, taking care of the immediate needs of the moment in a modest, inconspicuous way. She tends to prefer action to conversation, and is often private about her personal life. Juliette is unlikely to “open up” to new people in a conventional way, but may connect with others by sharing an activity or working together to solve a practical problem. She has a particular difficulty in predicting emotions, but this is just a natural extension of her fairness, given how difficult it is to gauge her own emotions and motivations. However, her tendency to explore her relationships through her actions rather than through empathy can lead to some very frustrating situations. She often struggles with boundaries and guidelines, preferring the freedom to move about and color outside the lines if she needs to. Her decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at her heart is a strong sense of direct fairness, a "do unto others" attitude, which really helps to explain many of Juliette's puzzling traits. Instead of being overly cautious though, avoiding stepping on toes in order to avoid having their toes stepped on, she is more likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.
"Take me as I am."



✦Sandalwood✦French Bread✦Gray, Rainy Days✦Collecting Buttons✦Chess✦Star Gazing✦Romance Novels✦Taking long walks✦Singing✦Playing Piano✦Writing Poetry✦Playing with Children✦The Ocean✦White poppy anemones✦Chocolate✦Afternoon naps✦When Strangers smile as they pass✦Laying in the sun✦Afternoon tea✦French wine✦Shakespeare✦Candles✦Vagner✦Animals✦

✖︎Blueberries✖︎Cigarettes✖︎Snobs✖︎Lying✖︎The smell of vanilla✖︎Roses✖︎Greed✖︎Selfishness✖︎Arrogance✖︎Bland Food✖︎Early Mornings✖︎Hot, Humid Weather✖︎Papercuts✖The sound of a child crying✖︎When the coffee goes cold✖︎Coconut✖︎Bugs✖︎Being Humiliated✖ Being looked down upon✖︎



⎈Practicing Piano
⎈Sewing clothing
⎈Talking long baths
⎈People watching

"It's the little things"

Plays a musical instrument?
Mastered piano, but also plays guitar and sings a little
"It's just what happens when you have a musician as a father"

"I find it smells bad and stains teeth."

On occasion
"The occasional glass of red wine"

She cracks her knuckles or taps he foot when she's anxious
"Unfortunately I'm always anxious"



Concert Pianist
"By no means the most lucrative career but the one that makes me happy."

Step above bottom feeder.
"I have food in my belly, I make my own clothing, and a roof over my head. That is all I require."

Reason for boarding Titanic
She's seeking better employment opportunities in America with new emerging symphonies.

Juliette's mother came from a well to do French Family with more money than they could ever hope to spend. This wasn't the path her mother chose however. All it took was a trip to warm and sunny spain, and the bright blue/green eyes of a street performer to understand her true path. They were wed that very same day. Many do not believe in love at first sight, but both of them knew that the only eyes they cared to see for the rest of their lives, was the other's. Juliette's grandmother was not please of course. Having been recently Widow with a son talking of wars and joining the military, this was not the path she envisioned her family to walk on. Her anger was just fine with Juliette's parents, who were perfectly happy with the small amount of possessions they had, and always made sure to tell their little girl this. When Juliette came into the world, not even Grandmother's old heart was cold enough to resist her smile, and took a liking to her immediately. Juliette went to the best school and began to play piano when she was very young. Now, in adulthood, she aims to make a name for herself with her own talents and live as her parents would want her to.

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So begins...

Juliette Le Sauvage's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy
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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.

Mood: Observant xxx Outfit:herexxx Theme song: N.A. xxx

'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.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy Character Portrait: Rosalie Essex
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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.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra
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______________Juliette Le Sauvage______________


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_____The morning sun created a gleam of light upon the English Harbor. Most chose to wave goodbye to their loved ones or to the onlookers of such an esteemed and historic occasion. Since Juliette had no family present and had been on the ship since the day before considering she was technically staff, she took the scenic route to the other side of the ship and watched the sun rise over Southhampton. She left her hair down, as she always did when she was free to move about, and inhaled the salty air. The few times she visited Spain with her parents she was completely drawn to the sea. Unfortunately Paris, her home since birth, merely has a river for her viewing pleasure and she smiled now at her good fortune of spending time floating about it for a solid length of time.
Juliette was not certain as to how long she had spent simply looking out at the view before her, but she imagined it to be quite a while since people could be seen filling out the ship and taking advantage of good weather and open decks. She sighed wistfully looking at them, knowing her brief moment of piece was spent and this place would hold no more privacy for her. She gathered up her skirts and began to make the trek back to her small quarters in Third Class, knowing by now people will be crowding the cramped hallways, when she was run upon by a very aggro servant. This man she had already been introduced to and he paused to catch his breath as if he'd been running. She reigned in her accent as she spoke knowing it was simply better for everyone involved if she didn't have to repeat herself.
"Bonjour Marc. What has you looking so flustered that you'd run all this way to find."
Forgive me Miss Juliette. But it's the other musician, ya see, 'e's sea sick. Tosser can't even hold his stomach five minutes into the damn voyage. We need a replacement at the Breakfast Cafe.You're the only other employed Pianist here and the quartet only plays for lunch and dinner."
"Merde,"she looked down at herself and was thankful she wore something semi-work appropriate. Her white shite, black ascot, and black skirts would have to do. She pulled a hair pin from her sleeve and quickly did her hair into a neat bun, with only a few strands falling but never too much to look messy.
"Very well Marc, take me to the cafe. I will just have to improvise."
Marc pulled her at a swift pace and she nearly lost her footing trying to keep up. "Please hurry we're already late!
The soon arrived to a slowly thickening crowd entering the French-style cafe and she straightened her skirts and pressed her fingers to her blushed cheeks as they'd grown pink from the exercise. She strode in quickly and smiled as she heard Marc letting out a deep exhale before he ran to inform his supervisors of her arrival no doubt. She accidently brushed passed a tall, rather rugged looking blonde gentleman and quickly apologized before continuing on. Despite there being people already in attendance, she walked straight up to the piano as if it was planned and began to play one of the many pieces she has memorized in her many years, Suite Bergamasque by Debussy, a favorite of hers. It had a lively into and was a moving piece in all. She quickly lost herself to the melody as people filed in.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane
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Location: D Deck: Cabin and B Deck: Second
Class Promenade, First Class Promenade
Interacting With: None
Mentioned: Daisy McGregor
Outfit: Day Dress 1


Despite her tendency to rise early, a habit developed from her numerous governess positions, Abia was quite tired from the previous days events. Though she had been in Southhampton for a few days, nothing could have prepared her for the inevitable crowd of people both boarding and spectating the Titanic. Having had a difficult time boarding after being violently jostled around by other passengers, the young woman had at last found her assigned cabin. Abia was sharing the second class cabin with a Miss Daisy Gregor. The two had briefly conversed before Abia excused herself in order to eat. It had been a long day and she wanted a good meal. After finishing her meal, the overwhelmed younger Crane twin had retired to her cabin for the night.

About an hour after Daisy had left their room, Abia awoke. After washing her face in the basin, she dressed herself and proceeded to leave the room. At first, she considered bring a book along with her. She quickly decided against it. As much as she loved reading, today would be a lovely day to acquaint herself with the ship. Perhaps she could find someone or something interesting to watch or draw. That being said, the young woman carried by her side a small drawing pad and a pencil as she walked through the second class halls of the D Deck.

After breakfast in the Second Class Dining Hall, Abia stepped out into the morning weather. It was partly cloudy and fairly breezy, though she expected as much from being on a moving vessel. The young woman proceeded to walk straight to the railing, looking over it and down at the beautiful blue sea. It would never cease to amaze her how memorizing the waves were. They could be so calm and peaceful, yet also violent and destructive. So was the way of nature and of life.

Abia took a brief walk around the second class promenade on this level. There wasn't nearly as much space for the second class as the first class on this deck, which she had noted before and while boarding the ship. Some groups of people chattered on the deck, but it was relatively uneventful and uninteresting to her. There were also only a few benches on this deck, all of them already occupied. And besides, the promenade did not extend to the hull of the ship, instead stuck in the middle of it. Though she doubted she'd get any view of where the ship was heading from the First Class Promenade, it wouldn't hurt to try. It wouldn't hurt just to explore the promenade. It wasn't as though she was going to try and sneak into one of the cabins or restaurants there.

An employee of the ship stood by the small gate which separated the first and second class promenades. He looked rather disinterested in his job, repeatedly checking his wristwatch. Abia did not own a watch as she had always been reliant on clocks within the home. However, it must have been exactly on the hour or half hour since the employee abruptly left his post by the gate instead of waiting for the next man to come and stand in his place. His shift was done and he had better things to do than stand in place and tell the second class passengers to leave.

Seeing this as her chance to gain entry to the first class section of the deck, Abia quickly walked over to the lonesome, waist high gate. She glanced around, feeling her heart racing as she did so. She knew she should not be doing this, but she was doing it out of curiosity not out of malice or for personal gain. Nobody was paying any attention to her, instead wrapped up in their own conversations. She opened the gate and entered onto the first class side, gently closing the gate door behind her before briskly walking away.

Her pace slowed once she was about 20 feet from the gate. Glancing around, she saw that nobody had noticed her. Actually, there seemed to be nobody this far back on the promenade. Perhaps the first class men and woman did not want to be seen or even be close to the second class. Abia didn't think about it for long, instead overjoyed that she had made it to the First Class Promenade. She continued her walk, observing the men and women on the deck strolling along and talking. They all held themselves with pride, knowing that they were the most elite and wealthy of the passengers aboard. Abia thought of how nice it must be to have your wealth secured for you, to simply live and dine and not worry about being a working woman. She enjoyed her job, she did, but it did come with uncertainties.

Abia passed the long line of people trying to enter the Parisian cafe. Some were obviously passengers from either third or second class. She could tell by the way they dressed and acted. They weren't like the many social elites she'd seen. Having no interest in talking with strangers at the moment or entering the Cafe, Abia walked past the and failed to notice a certain young man whom she was all too familiar with.

Once she was away from the line and from most of the other passengers taking a stroll, she set her drawing pad and pencil down on one of the unoccupied chairs. She made sure the pencil was securely in place and would not roll away while she left it unattended. With soft footsteps, Abia walked over to the railing. She rested her elbows on the railing as she stared out at the seemingly endless ocean. There was a sense of isolation, but she knew she was just fine here on the ship. She would surely find someone to talk to and if not so be it. Abia was content for the moment to just stare out at the ocean and think of all that lie beyond it.

Location: B Deck: First Class Promenade,
Parisian Cafe
Interacting With: Abia Crane
Mentioned: Juliette Le Sauvage
Outfit: Day Suit 1


Once he was cleaned up and dressed, William had quickly made his way from the F Deck cabin he shared with five others to the B Deck. In a similar fashion to how his sister would later enter the First Class Promenade, he soon found himself quite alone on the first class side of the deck. It seemed no one was on this end of the promenade. This was fine by him for the moment. He didn't need any attention drawn to him nor did he want any. Instead of rushing in to steal what he could from the first class passengers, William had dedicated the day (or at least the morning, there was still time to change his mind) to scouting out the first class facilities and passengers. It could prove risky if he was caught, but it could also prove extremely helpful later on. Only time would tell.

The young man quickly found the Parisian Cafe, which had accumulated a nice line of passengers trying to gain entry. His face betrayed no emotion as he watched countless passengers be denied. Poor souls couldn't get in even if they had their best clothing on. Perhaps they would have better luck in the Second Class Dining Hall. Will continued to stand in line, listening to the chatter around him. Two ladies were talking about their respective children, slyly trying to out do the other with the great accomplishments of their respective child. A younger couple were engaging in a rather mundane conversation with an older man, a business partner of the husband's father. A young woman and her mother chatted about the daughter's friends and who they were all set to marry. The conversations were hardly interesting but still he listened.

As William was approaching the front of the line, he spotted a familiar face. It was his sister Abia. It seemed she had snuck onto the First Class Promenade and was now indulging herself in walking around it. She had not spotted him, which he was thankful for. He quickly moved himself behind the younger couple in front of him as if to inspect the wall. Though Will was planning on confronting Abia about his presence on the ship, he was waiting to do it until after the Titanic was well on its way across the great Atlantic Ocean. He didn't want her to try and leave the ship in order to get away from him.

Son after Abia passed the line, William greeted the bouncer standing watch at the cafe entrance and entered the cozy dining space. He maneuvered around the tables and other passengers, seeking solace in the form of an empty table. He kept his head held high as he walked, not in a completely arrogant manner, but one which exuded confidence.

The passengers here were mainly from the first and second class. He doubted many third class passengers could get around the bouncer. William noted the jolly mood of the majority of the cafe patrons. They were here to relax and enjoy their wealth. How lovely, he thought to himself as he succeeded in finding a table which had somehow been left without anyone to sit at it. It was in the middle of the cafe, a perfect vantage point. He seated himself in one of the seats closest to the wall. And now we see where the mice are among these men, he thought, referring to his potential targets as mice.

He began to whistle absentmindedly, before the sound was replaced by the sound of someone playing the piano. He looked in the direction of the sound, noticing a beautiful young woman playing the beautiful sounding piece. Tempted as he was to fully take in her features, he turned his attention back to the other patrons of the cafe.


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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.


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                        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.”


                        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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______________Juliette Le Sauvage______________

    L O C A T I O N : CAFE

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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.


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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.