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Georgiana Crawley

"Only one thing is priceless and that is life"

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a character in “The Titanic: Ship of Dreams”, as played by Calvazara

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Lady Georgiana Crawley
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Name: Lady Georgiana Juliette Crawley

Age: 19

Appearance: Georgiana is a tall, slender woman, standing 5ft 8 and weighing a light 110lbs, with most of her height is made up from her exceptional, long legs that seemingly go on forever, she is somewhat lacking in muscle and so is not all that physically strong, however her her structure has made her very agile and fast. It is no secret that she is a extremely beautiful woman with an elegant yet sexual aura that surrounds her. Her long light blonde hair, creamy complexion, high and prominent cheek bones and large blue eyes framed with thick black lashes and her full red lips have warranted her much attention over the years and has given her many admirers. Her hair is a natural light blonde, almost golden tone in the sunlight which falls in soft curls to the crook of her back.

Georgie does like to take pride in her appearance and can become somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to her looks, some may call her vain but she just likes to look nice and will never leave looking anything less than imacualte, yet she does let this 'slight' vanity define her, for there is a lot more to her than just her beauty a fact that many people often forget. Georgiana has always been quite the 'fashionista' her her social group bringing in many fashions from over seas. She definitely has a air of grace that surrounds her in the way she presents herself and with the elegant way she moves.

Class: First Class

Personality: Georgiana is and has always been a very mentally strong woman, intelligent and strong willed she is a woman who knows her own mind and is not afraid to show it. Georgiana is a big believer that you should never judge someone on your first meeting and she follows this example, she will always give someone a chance, however cross her or a member of her family she will not hesitate end you. She has always been a big adventurer, as a child she would disappear for hours on end exploring different parts of the town and surrounding countryside, she just loves to discover new places. Although quite a homely Georgie is also aware of the undiscovered beauty that the world holds and would love an opportunity to travel to these far off lands. Georgie has always been extremely strong minded and opinionated, she knows her own mind and likes to speak it not matter what which can sometimes get her into a bit of trouble Georgiana doesn't like things to get her down and doesn't let it, she's aware that this can come across as arrogant, but as aristocratic lady it is her duty to remain poised and dignified.

Georgiana is extremely beautiful, intelligent, sweet yet can be slightly manipulative and is by no means unaware of her charm and grace, where she can often Imageleave behind a string of broken hearts and necks to get where she wants in life. She is an extremely stubborn woman and hates it when she's wrong; and will in no means apologize. Brazen and brave, Georgie is strong and determined, much like her mother, Elizabeth. She is extremely loyal and protective of her family, and she has a sensitive, and loving nature. Despite having a confident exterior, underneath it all, Georgie can be quite insecure and this his tends to make her an overachiever at times, creating flaws and complexities in her character as she tries to live up to peoples expectations and in the shadow of family but also out of fear of being alone.

Likes: Dancing, Horse riding, parties, music, reading, grand dresses, jewels and speaking her mind.

Dislikes: Dull things, people who go against her brother and being told shes over stepped her boundaries, people telling her she can't do something simply because she's a woman.

Fears: Having a marriage like her parents.

Skills/Talents: Georgiana is a great horse woman, she it very intelligent and is not afraid to show it. She fancies herself as a comedienne often making observations of people around her and mimicking them for amusement later.


Reason for travelling to America: On a trip with her brother, Marcus hom is treating Georgie to a belated birthday trip to new York, although she feels it is an attempt to show her off to his American business partners and hopefully secure her a good husband.

Brief History: Lady Georgiana Crawley was born on a snowy January morning at her family estate home, Saltash. Her parents, Earl of Devonshire James Crawley and Countess Isobel Crawley, two people who quite possibly had one of the strongest, loving marriages within the whole of British aristocracy and the love spilt over to their children also. Surprisingly they were both very much involved in their children’s upbringings and so the Crawley children grew up happy. Georgiana did have a younger sister however when she was ten and Marcus fourteen, their sister Rebecca who was merely six at the time died on a trip to India with their family from Scarlett Fever, the death deeply saddened all of the family and her mother fell into a deep depression.

Years passed and sadly her mother never recovered from the death of her child, she put on a brave face around her children but never returned to her exuberant and joyful self, Georgie noticed her mother had become pale and dreadfully underweight with her grand clothes hanging loosely from her. A few days after Christmas 1903 her mother passed away on a cold, snowy winter’s night, crushed by her mother’s death Georgie shut herself away from her family only remerging for her mother funeral. Haunted by memories her father sold their childhood home and moved up to Surrey, although saddened by leaving her home, Georgie welcomed the move and began to come out of her depression with help from her brother and father.

When Georgiana was ‘Introduced to society’ a common practise for noble gentry she gained much attention from the opposite, being insanely beautiful and her being a member of the aristocracy, she had many proposals yet turned them down favouring a match more like her parents, people called her crazy but at heart she is somewhat of a romantic, despite her seemingly practical nature.

Any special possessions?: Georgiana has always been considered a fashionista of her time, she is the one with the new fine gowns which behold the latest styles from Europe and the finest fabrics from all over the world, many of which she has taken with her on the voyage. Georgie has many fine jewels, her diamonds which she inherited from her mother are her joy yet a simple locket holds the most value to her even if it is probably the least expensive item in her collection. The simple, yet elegant white gold locket hold the pictures of her mother and father in, it was her mothers yet she was given it on her 16th Birthday.

Relationship Status: Single
Travelling companion(s): Marcus Crawley, Her brother.


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Georgiana Crawley's Story

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Marcus and Georgiana Crawley, First Class, 10th April 1912, 11 am.

Georgiana stared up at the ship with a mixture of excitement and anticipation; she had travelled across the Atlantic only once before, when she was ten and that had been a ghastly trip. But this ship, the ship of dreams as the papers called it, looked positively marvellous; she couldn’t get over the sheer size of it. As Georgie stood there she turned her head back to Marcus who was instructing the valet on where to dispense their luggage, a smile graced her lips, she had been overwhelmed when he had told her he was taking on a belated birthday trip to New York, although she couldn’t help but feel that it was a slight attempt to marry her off to a wealthy business tycoon or politician, not that she minded it’s just American men could be such cad’s.

“Sally” she turned around to her maid who was helping an usher takes bags and trunks off their car “you run along to our suits and start unpacking” she smiled at the younger girl.

“Yes Miss Georgiana” she said hurrying past her.

Looking around she could see an array of different people, the first class passengers stuck out like sore thumbs, but then again she supposed she also did, with her navy blue travel dress and wide brimmed white hat. Then there was the second and third class passengers, she suspected they were also getting a treat on this voyage as she had heard that the accommodation below decks was quite exceptional compared to other ships. And then the third class passengers in the inspection queue, being checked for lice and god knows what else, she felt a little sympathy for them, singled out just because of their class yet it happened with every aspect of the social ladder she reasoned.

Seeing people who had already boarded the ship waving from the deck made a wave of sadness rush over her at the thought of leaving her beloved England, even if was only for a mere three months yet it was still her home and she was bound to miss the greenery the most. Georgie had heard stories about New York from friends, with building scraping the sky it sounded like a future city.

Shaking the thought from her mind she turned back to her brother “Marcus darling, are we nearly ready?” she asked growing impatient, eager to see if the Titanic was as grand inside as it was out.

Hearing Georgiana’s voice tore Marcus from his conversation with the valet “What? Oh yes, just give me a moment” he replied seeing that she was eager to board, not that he could blame the ship looked positively marvellous. Turning back to the smaller man he thought for a moment about where he was up too “yes, so the trunks in this car are for Suite 34B and then these are in 33B, understood?” he asked looking down at the man with a slight stern look in his eyes.

“Yes sir” the valet replied hastily.

Marcus’s gaze softened and a smile appeared on his handsome face “good man” he stated giving the valet a nice tip. Once the valet walked away he turned back to his sister “The grandest ship in the world this Georgie!” he stated dramatically with a playful gleam in his eyes.

Georgie rolled her eyes “Are the dramatics really necessary Marcus?” she smirked with a roll of her eyes.

“They are when you’re talking about the Titanic my dear” he chuckled offering her his arm which she gladly took “Now come let’s go get settled shall we?” Georgiana nodded with a smile and the siblings began to walk towards the ship, after going through the light inspections they finally made their way up the gangway towards the first class entrance.

“May I have your name sir?” A steward asked Marcus, after saying their names they were quickly ushered inside and towards their rooms. The walls looked magnificent, polished oak panelling with golden covings added to its grandeur; there was still a smell of fresh paint in the air although it had obviously tried to have been covered up with exotic aromas.

Already Georgiana could see why the ship had been the most talked about and ultimately why her brother had decided to postpone their trip a few months just so they could sail on the Titanic, just like so many other families.

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Rachel decided to go up on deck. Strolling along, she felt a slight lurch as the ship left the dock.

Up on deck, many passengers were enjoying the sea breeze. Smiling, Rachel leaned against the railing, watching the people on land wave goodbye to the ship. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blew, and Rachel staggered slightly, smoothing down her skirt. As she struggled to regain her balance, she bumped into a young lady wearing a white dress. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?" she asked, taking in the lady's clothes and her companion. She could see that they were rich, much like herself.

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Seeing a flash of chocolate brown locks and white lace darting passed Marcus caught his attention, his gaze followed the woman hurrying down the promenade deck, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her long dark hair and olive complexion gave her an exotic aura, something Marcus found extremely fascinating, especially with this woman. A smirk appeared on his handsome face as he watched her travel down the deck, her lace dress billowing at her ankles, even in a hurry she seemed so elegant to him.

Georgiana cast her brother a sideward’s glance, seeing the smirk on his face caught her attention, following his gaze her eyes landed on the woman climbing the steps to the upper deck, with a roll of her eyes she let out a short laugh “Really Marcus you would have one believe you have never set eyes on a woman before” she teasingly mocked, It seemed every time Marcus would lay eyes on a beautiful woman he would turn to mush, in life women were one of his biggest weaknesses, he was truly a Casanova, he could charm a woman right off her feet and into his bed, she would be branded naive to think otherwise. Casting a glance back to her brother her eyes caught those of a dark haired, devishly handsome stranger, momentarily flustered she looked back out to the crowed. Georgiana had never been one short of male attention, her beauty had warranted her many admirers but they were all the same stuffy upper class gentleman who wanted nothing more than a trophy wife and Georgie wanted more than that. And although she could tell this man was first class like her there was something definitely alluring about him.
Marcus felt the boat lurched slightly as it pulled away from the docks, he let out a little chuckle as his sister stumbled slightly, grabbing her arms to steady her, leaning out over the railing slightly he looked up at the upper deck and spotted his beautiful mystery woman, a smile tugged on his lips as he opened his mouth to talk to the woman yet shut it promptly as another voice over his own.

"I'll come up there and get you if I need to, Colombe." Marcus’s head towards the source, a tall man located a little further down the deck, he looked at the two, smiles on each of their faces and with a sigh he shook his head a small chuckle escaping his lips, it was foolish to believe that a woman of that beauty had not already been claimed, even if it was by that man.

Upon hearing the sigh her brother made Georgiana looked up and saw the woman from earlier leaning over the railing looking down upon their deck, she was indeed very beautiful, an exotic beauty, Georgiana thought to herself and could understand her brother’s sudden infatuation with her. Yet the woman did not appear to be alone, she was conversing with the handsome stranger she had locked eyes with moments before, she had to admit it was a shame that the man did not appear to be single yet she refused to let it bother her.

Turning away from the couple she placed a hand on Marcus’s arm and gave a gentle smile “Smile my dear, this is the start of a wonderful adventure” she gushed before coming up with an idea, smirking she grasped onto the top railings and stood on the lower ones, grasping onto one of the ventricle poles she waved with her free hand and bright smile on her face.

Marcus let out a groan upon seeing what she was doing “Georgie, if you fall I am not diving in after you” he stated his protective streak coming into force but Georgiana just seemed to love making him fret like that.

Georgiana simply laughed loudly, yet feeling someone knock into her she wobbled slightly before grasping the pole with both hands, once she was stable a small, slightly nervous laugh escaped her lips as she looked at her brothers paled complexion “I’m fine” she mouthed to him.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Stated the woman who had knocked her.

With a kind smile Georgie nodded “I am fine, there’s not harm done” she replied.

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Jacqueline reached Jacques side and was about to speak when the boat shifted underneath her. She wavered slightly but did not fall for it was only a slight movement as the ship moved away from the dock. The cheers and shouts of goodbye became deafening as people scrambled to make their way to the edge of the ship to wave to their loved ones, faces alight with excitement and joy.

"And so it begins!" Jacques said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two brunettes.

"Do you think they will come to the port in France to see us before we leave for America?" Jacqueline mused, dark chocolate brown eyes now looking over the ship's deck at the other passengers. Her usually light tone had darkened slightly. She was talking about her father and step mother, of course, but had little hope that either would take the time to make the trip to the coast. She was not close with either of them, but that was not by her own choice.

Jacques shrugged his broad shoulders, shaking his head once and tipping his hat back to get a better look down at Jacqueline, "You know they are busy, Jacquie. Besides, we have more exciting things to be doing than wasting time waving goodbye to a crowd! Now, buck up.. or whatever it is that the American's say." He said with a boyish grin, pushing himself away from the edge of the ship and turned to head towards the stairs when he saw a young woman stagger into the stunning blonde girl from before, who was on the rail. For one brief second he thought she was going to slip backwards off the ship but she managed to regain her balance. He let out a sigh and shook his head, "See? That is why you shouldn't hang on the rails. I love you, Colombe, but I'm not sure if I love you enough to jump into the Atlantic to save your pretty little behind."

Jacqueline looked towards where he had been looking, seeing the two beautiful young women now conversing. "I bet you would jump in after her, Jacques. Either one of them actually." She teased in irritation, not commenting on his warning. Truth of the matter was that she would certainly be hanging off the railing at some point or another, how could she not? She opened her mouth to make another remark and then shut it promptly when a man stepped into her view of the two women, a protective arm around the blonde girl. He was tall, perhaps even taller than her step brother, and handsome in a somewhat stern English way. He was broad and muscular, with a suave appearance and confident stance. There was more of a reserved sexuality about him than the men she had met in the past who walked around exuding sex appeal. Truth be told, it got boring after a while...

"Don't be so quick to judge me, darling." Jacques said in a low whisper as he leaned in closely to her ear, eyes following her gaze to the gentlemen across the ship deck with a knowing smile. Before she could make a retort he pushed himself off the railing and walked back towards the upper deck, mounting the stairs in confident strides, leaving Jacqueline alone on the deck glaring at his retreating back. As he was walking up the steps he heard an odd voice that was deep though had a distinctly feminine edge to it.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!", Leslie retorted at them causing the couple to speed up their walking.

His mouth broke into an amused smile as he continued up the steps and saw an odd pair appear at the top of the large flight of steps. Their was an older gentlemen in a fine three piece black suit, bifcols, and a beard that looked slightly askew. Next to him was a lad, or so it appeared, dressed in all white with white-blonde hair and sunglasses. They were laughing hysterically, causing even more people to stare and walk quickly past them but he slowed his pace.

"I got it! I'm Monsieur LaRue and your my son, Cristo Giovanni", he giving fake names for the both of them with much gleeful chipper.

"Don't you just hate it when you forget your name?" Jacques spoke as the pair came within a few steps from him, mouth pulled into an amused smile, and laughed, "I find that writing it on my hand seems to help. Or making up a little rhyme to jump start my memory." He added, walking up the remaining steps until he was the only one close to the pair. He had no idea who the two were, whether they were first class or not, but he knew a disguise when he saw one. Men of importance (and women) who came to the red light district often wore disguises and he had gotten quite good at detecting it.

He chuckled and stepped to the side, gesturing for them to continue while he smiled in an amused and knowing way at the pair, "My apologies for stopping you, have a lovely day." He said and took a step to leave before turning and adding, "Oh, Monsieur LaRue, your beard is a tad crooked." He said and with that made his way to the top of the stairs and towards the doors that would lead inside.

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Smiling at the lady, Rachel apologised again. "I'm really sorry. I'm glad that you're okay. Is this your companion?" Her eyes roved over the tall, handsome man standing slightly behind the lady. "I'm Rachel, what's your name?"

As she was was waiting for an answer, something distracted her. A crowd seemed to be gathering a short distance away from them. Rachel could distinctly hear chanting. Upon further inspection, the crowd as shouting, "Fight! Fight!" A fight was breaking out between two passengers. Rachel sighed. She debated with herself whether to stop them or not. Making up her mind, she suddenly remembered the young lady. Turning to her, she excused herself. "I'm sorry, could I leave for a minute? I'm really sorry."

With that, she darted away into the crowd. Pushing her way into the middle, she caught sight of the two fighters, two young men. She leaned in for a closer look. Was that long blonde hair poking out from under the smaller man's hat? Come to think of it, he did look rather feminine.

That did it. Rachel hated fighting of any sort, much less one involving a woman. She strode quickly into the space around the two. "Stop it!" she demanded, grabbing each of them by the shoulder to stop them swinging at each other.

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Georgiana waved her hand dismissively as the woman apologised once more “No apology needed there was no harm done” she replied with a kind smile, "I'm Rachel, what's your name?" the woman introduced herself letting her gaze slip behind Georgie “I’m-” she began before Rachel cut in, seeing her attention had drifted towards a scuffle happening further down the deck and hurried off in that direction. Georgiana shook her head in dismay turning back to her brother “Really Marcus you would think we were in steerage” the disgust in her tone clearly visible.

Marcus however had seemed not to have heard what his sister was saying he was too captivated by the brunette he could have sworn he saw her looking in his direction, a gentle smile passed his lips as he nodded curtly towards her. Tearing his gaze away from the beauty he caught sight of his sister looking at him sternly “I’m sorry my dear did you say something?”

Georgiana raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow and shook her head once “It was nothing” she replied slightly bitterly before turning back towards the sea, they were nearly out of the dock now, the crowed could no longer be seen without leaning out and looking back yet their deafening roar was still audible if slightly muffled. They passed other moored boats within Southampton’s socks yet Titanic overshadowed them all, she even towered many of the dockyard buildings, it was truly a wonder that man could create such a machine.

Sensing the bitterness in Georgiana, Marcus shook his head in amusement and grasped her shoulders lightly, turning her to face him “jealousy does not suit you Georgie” he mocked with a quick wink.

Georgiana scoffed “Don’t flatter yourself Marcus, I just don’t like being ignored” she stated pointedly, not being able to help the smile creeping onto her lips, she never could stay mad at him for more than five minutes. Quickly glancing back towards the couple “Now stop being a child and go introduce yourself, or would you like me to go over for you?” she smirked.

Before Marcus could reply Georgie had started her way over to the couple “Georgie!” he hissed yet his attempts fell on deaf ears as his sister approached the couple.
“Good afternoon” she greeted with a friendly smile “Pardon the intrusion but I just wanted to come over here and introduce myself, I am Lady Georgiana Crawley and this is my brother Marcus Crawley, Earl of Devonshire” she introduced as Marcus also approached the small group.

“You’ll have to forgive my sisters bluntness” he spoke casting a warning glance which in return she rolled her eyes “It is a pleasure to meet you both” he held out his hand to shake the gentleman’s yet his eyes wondered over to the beauty.

Georgiana briefly looked away trying to hide the smirk that appeared on her face, once she had regained her composer her eyes drifted towards the male, he was even more attractive up close, noting the way his sharp blue eyes seemingly stared into her own. Clearing her throat she looked away quickly back at the woman and smiled fondly “That is a wonderful gown you are wearing.”

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The lady relaxed, staring at Rachel. The man apologised for upsetting her. With a curt nod, she accepted his apology. She sighed, watching the two depart. I hope they don't come to blows again. Pursing her lips, she took one last look at the dispersing crowd and made her way back to where she had been standing before the intervention.

Looking around, Rachel noticed that the pair were gone. She turned around, wondering if she had been too rude in leaving suddenly. Suddenly, she caught sight of the two further down the deck, chatting with another pair. They seemed happy enough. Should I go over and join them? Rachel wondered. I wasn't very polite to leave like that just now.

Too late. All four turned and walked off. Rachel decided to try and socialise more during lunch later on.

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All she gave was a nod!?!?! This lady was really reserved! Christian couldn't help but snicker under his breath again, amused at her realization of him looking at her. "This should be good....", he thought as he slowly put his novel down, this time fully putting his attention onto her. She was going to notice him this time looking at her but this time with his piercing light blue eyes burning on her person.

He began to raise from his seat, walking over to where she was. Christian never really approached people first but seeing that he was thoroughly bored as well as interested in "Allura", it wouldn't hurt him to do it just that once. "Hello, what might be your name?...", he asked simply to her, his voice low for only her ears to understand. His gaze continued to stare in her eyes, waiting for an offer to join her at her table.

Though he was curious to know what background she came from, he really wanted to know about "her" and what her personality was all about. Was she stuck up? Was she conceited? Or Was she reserved?.... Wait! He already knew that she was reserved. He began to chuckle within his mind at the obvious fact....

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Rachel walked down the stairs to the dining room. Looking around the crowded room, she made her way through the crowd carefully to an empty table. A waiter made his way up to her. "Do you want to order now, miss?" Rachel smiled charmingly. "No, not now, I'll call later for you later, okay?" Slightly dazed, the waiter bowed and walked off.

The minute the waiter was gone, Rachel's eyes roamed around the crowd. She was hoping to see the lady from earlier that morning. Her eyes landed on a particular table. The young lady was there, but she was sitting with a man Rachel had never seen before. Should she go over and say hello? After a moment of deliberation, Rachel got up and walked over to them. She stood in front of both. "Hello. Sorry for running off earlier like that. Am I interrupting anything?"

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Lena stared at the ceiling as she lay in her third class bunk. She had been the second person to get into their room of six, and she had quickly jumped onto one of the top bunks - there was no way that she was sleeping underneath something that could crush her in a second if it snapped. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, because the Titanic was supposed to be "The Ship Of Dreams" and it was built to perfection. Even the steerage rooms were the best that she had ever seen in her life - they were better than her small family flat in Belfast. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she traced the swirling pattern that twisted along the ceiling. She was dressed in a comfortable, but plain dress. She didn't have many things that covered up the entirety of her body or didn't show off her curves; she hadn't enough money to buy two sets of clothing - one for work and one for every day life, so she just focused on the more important of the two. Her work.

She slowly sat up and dragged a hand through her messy hair, getting stuck on a few knots as she did so. She then climbed down from her bunk, avoiding the other two women who were now talking quietly in the room, and she left. She hadn't had time to explore this ship yet and she was going to start now - maybe by the time that the ship docked in New York, she would have finished! A soft song played on her lips as she trundled through the corridors, weaving in and out of the stragglers with their trunks in the hallways, still trying to find their rooms, or trying to use the key to unlock them. She stopped to help one family with their luggage, as it was falling about everywhere, as the mother and father had no more arms spare as they were carrying children and the details for their room. She carried their bags in for them and bid them a farewell, as she again made her way around the ship. She wanted to begin on the boat deck and look out at the beautiful horizon. Lenora wasn't paying much attention to the signs as she made her way up the winding staircases, and it only dawned on her that the scenery was becoming more and more ornate and beautiful, the further she went up. A small, mischievous smile played on her lips as she carried on up the stairs, and soon she saw a sign saying "A Deck."

"Hello Miss, are you from first class?" A steward wearing a perfectly while outfit asked her, smiling politely. Wow, okay, she could pass for a first class passenger? Maybe this outfit was a little more revealing than she expected.
"Yes, yes I am." She smiled, bringing her hands in front of her, clasping them poshly at her waist. Her thick Irish accent shone through in her voice, as well as her colloquial tone indicating straight away that she wasn't first class. From here, she knew she was busted.
"Because I didn't see you come in, and it's my job to know every single one of my passengers."
"Okay, you got me, I'm a second class passenger. However, I'm just so curious to see what first class looks like. Would you, please, let me just take look? I will not over stay my welcome, I promise." A flirtatious smile flitted upon her lips, one that she knew all too well from her job back in Belfast.
"Well, I suppose, M'Lady. Just don't tell anyone I let you through." He winked at her, before opening the gates and letting her in.

Lena felt lost walking around underneath the glittering chandeliers of first class, and she couldn't stop her mouth from falling open slightly. She had never seen anything like this before, and it overwhelmed her. She wandered around, taking a glance at everything that she passed, trying to avoid bumping into these upper class people who were late to lunch. Lunch, eh? That smile appeared on her lips again as she pulled the cheap hair-band off of her wrist, and wrapped it around her hair, pulling it back like this to fit in some more. A waiter, who looked more Italian than English directed her over to one of the remaining tables with empty seats, along with a blonde woman and a male who were talking. Another female had just joined too, and she slowly sat down in the seat, her eyes turning into saucers as she saw the amount of cutlery there was to use.

Good going Lena. Now what!?"




"Perché tu sei meglio di me! Sei interessato solo i vostri soldi ei vostri gioielli, invece di morale e dei valori?" Angelo knew that the woman who had flung him out of her cabin had no idea what he was saying, but that was her fault for not having paid her tutor to teach her Italian as well. He sighed as he picked himself up from the floor and straightened out his White Star Line waiter's outfit, and fixing his bow tie so that it looked perfect once again. He had knocked on the door, and waited like a gentleman until he heard the lady say "come in." Well, what he thought was "come in." It was actually, "don't come in", but he hadn't heard the prefix to the sentence. So, he had walked in, offering to escort this upper class lady to the dining hall for lunch, and he caught her getting changed. She had flipped out at him, and even though he apologized profusely, she hadn't forgiven him and shoved him out of the room, slamming the door into his face, clipping his nose.

The class differences on this ship were so distinct that it frightened Angel slightly, and he took in a deep breath before he made his way back to the dining hall. It was a completely different world here, one that he wasn't used to, but wanted to be. He wasn't even supposed to be here! He had explained his situation by saying that Giovanni had come down incredibly ill, and that because they were such close friends, he had offered him the position and he had graciously and quickly accepted. It took a lot of convincing to the stewards to actually let him into first class, and he even had to get an officer down to explain the situation to them, again showing the class divisions that he so hated.

Angel smiled politely as the women, men and children entered into the dining hall, trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing in his nose as he stood there. That old bag had actually clipped his nose quiet hard, and it was hurting. But, he didn't let it show, as that would just be "oh so incredibly bad, showing the first class passengers that those of another status also had feelings too", so he ignored it. Once everyone was seated, including a girl that he didn't recognize, probably from second class, he started taking the orders of the people at tables. The choice on this ship was extreme, so extreme that without the pencil and paper that he had in front of him, he wouldn't have been able to remember everything.

Angel walked over to where he had seated the brunette girl, and he smiled down at them. He had sat her with a blonde woman, Georgiana Crawley, and Christian Holloway, who had just started a conversation. "May I take your lunch orders, signorinas e signor?"

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"Yes. Yes, I am Rachel Schindler." Rachel smiled. "Thank you for the invitation." Saying so, Rachel pulled out a chair and sat down in it. Turning to the waiter, she said, "chicken ham sandwich on rye, please."

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Jacqueline had decided to explore the Titanic a little further, opting for an earlier lunch. This decision caused her to miss the large group now sitting together (Georgiana, Rachel, Christian, and the others) but she hardly would have cared. There were far too many wonderful things to see on the ship to waste time sitting down for a sandwich with strangers. She had ordered a salad and eaten it on a small elegant patio some time earlier and, once finished, had quickly left and made her way down to second class. She wandered through the halls, elegant white dress swirling around her calves as she took long confident strides. She stopped to chat with some people, but rarely stayed too long in a conversation. As long as she was alone she wanted to explore the ship, and she knew that Jacques would eventually catch up with her and insist she stay in first class.

She looked quite out of place, even in second class, with her well polished hair, expensive dress, and elaborate hair pin though she hardly noticed or cared. Her dark chocolate eyes locked with strangers, a mischievous and flirtatious glint in them, as she continued to explore the Titanic.

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Jacques found himself in the beautiful dining room, casually walking around the edge of it while his eyes danced lazily over his surroundings, looking for an empty chair. His conversation with that woman-man had caused him to be later than he would have liked for lunch and thus, nearly every table was full.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a preference as to where you would like to be seated?"

He turned to see a young blonde boy smiling eagerly at him, obviously very pleased that he was working on the ship. Jacques smiled in return and chuckled, "As long as there are beautiful women at the table, I don't care where I am seated young lad." He replied causing the boy to laugh sheepishly and quickly lead him into the thick of tables. A few times he glanced back at Jacques to see if he liked the table he was leading them to, but Jacques politely shook his head and they moved on. Finally the boy lead him towards a table of people who were vaguely recognizable: Georgiana, the girl that had bumped into her, and the peculiarly dressed man that had been with the man-woman. Perfect.

"I've got it from here." He said to the boy and made a beeline for the table, stopping the waiter just as he was leaving.

"Excuse me, so sorry to turn up to this table late, but could I have the beef in the romande sauce with some fine wild rice? Thanks so much." He said to the waiter (Angel) and then promptly took the last remaining seat at the table, a wide handsome grin on his face.

"Hello everyone. Lovely to see you again," he said, smiling cooly at the stunning blonde from the deck, "and you Monsieur LaRue it has been too long." He said barely allowing the man a moment of a attention before he glanced towards the final member of the table. "My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Jacques Vallembrose and what might be your names?" He asked the two beautiful women.

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Georgiana once again smiled at Rachel "You are most welcome" she answered before turning back to the waiter, Angel to catch his attention before he went to fetch their order "also please can we have a jug of water?" she asked having finished her tea.

"Excuse me, so sorry to turn up to this table late, but could I have the beef in the romande sauce with some fine wild rice? Thanks so much." Upon hearing the voice with the thick French accent, Georgiana turned her head and looked at the man who had promptly joined their table, she instantly recognized him as Jacqueline's brother, offering him a kind smile her stomach leaped slightly at the handsome, mysterious Frenchman, she groaned inwardly feeling like a young, naive girl once more at this childish crush she seemed to be developing.

Georgiana could feel his blue eyes bearing down on her as a cool smile graced his lips "My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Jacques Vallembrose and what might be your names?"

"Georgiana Crawley" she smiled brightly holding out her gloved hand for him to shake "You are Jacqueline's brother are you not?" she enquired.

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"Georgiana Crawley" she smiled brightly holding out her gloved hand for him to shake "You are Jacqueline's brother are you not?" she enquired.

Jacques took her hand in his own and placed a smooth kiss on the smooth glove that covered her fine elegant hand and then released her and relaxed back into his seat with an amused smile, "Ah, so you have met Jacqueline? I do hope she was polite." He mused, wondering how those introductions went down. Jacqueline often rubbed women the wrong way. Men, on the other hand... well that was a different story.

Pulling himself from his thoughts he chuckled and nodded shortly, "I'm her step brother, actually. No blood relation." He corrected Georgiana, not sure why he felt the need to say they were not actually related. Was that an odd thing to do? Whatever, it mattered very little. Jacques reached out and grasped the glass of wine that had been placed infront of each guest and brought it to his lips, taking a deep sip of the delicious drink before turning his attention back to Georgiana and the others, "How have you been enjoying the Titanic so far?"

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Jacqueline had spent the last hour walking down corridors, finding herself delightfully lost in third class amidst the strangers. The scents reminded her of the dredges of Paris: alcohol, cigarettes, and an endless array of other smells. Then, suddenly, the salty smell of the sea hit her senses and she decided that she wanted to see the ocean again, since third class had very little windows to the outside world. Within minutes she had located the door to the small and far less elegant deck. She walked out, a vision in white, and stood amongst the crowd that chatted loudly and horsed around with a football while drinking. Out of the corner of her eye she could see steps leading up the decks on the higher levels, including the promenade, and was interested to find a staff member blocking the steps (obviously to keep the lower classes out of the higher class decks).

"What's an angel like you doing down here, hmm?"

Jacqueline turned, tight curls bouncing in the cool sea breeze, and faced the man who had spoken with a thick Irish accent. He was a few years older than her and quite burly with dark hair and the shadow of facial hair on his jaw. His breath stunk of alcohol and his clothing was dusted in grime, cold grey eyes regarding her with unnerving interest. He obviously thought himself charming and brave, approaching the upper class woman, and the men around her watching seemed to agree as they cast each other impressed looks.

She laughed, a short amused chuckle, and raised her brows at him, "Not looking for a barge rat, that's for certain." She replied, head tilted to the side and hips set with confidence and attitude. She didn't care for men trying to intimidate her while hitting on her, as though the manliness they exuded was supposed to be enough to impress her.

The man was clearly taken back by her boldness, expecting a pretty thing like her to be polite and meek which was obviously not the case, "You better watch what you say to me, wench." He growled, any attempt at being charming (if that is what you would call it) now vanished as his pride lay crushed on the ground between him and the french woman.

Jacqueline narrowed her dark eyes at him, taking a step towards him as her cheeks flushed with color and anger. Having spent much of her youth in the underbelly of Paris, unbeknownst to her father, she had gotten used to confrontations and fights and had very little patience for people who disrespected her or her family. "It's you who should watch what you say next." She said, not noticing that some of his friends had gone to distract the staff guarding the stairs who had begun to see the confrontation.

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Georgiana smiled as he placed a gentle if slightly longing kiss on her gloved hand before he relaxed back into the plush arm chair “Ah, so you have met Jacqueline? I do hope she was polite." He mused as she sipped on her glass of wine offering him a small nod “Quite so I assure you” she replied setting down the crystal glass once more, casting her crystal blue gaze back to the handsome Frenchman “Ah” she replied to hearing they were step-siblings “I did wander why you bore no resemblance.”

"How have you been enjoying the Titanic so far?" Jacques asked looking directly at her, smiling Georgiana let out a small laugh “well considering I have only been onboard for around two hours it is going rather good” she answered taking another sip of wine as her lunch arrived “And yourself Monsieur Vallembrose? Are you enjoying your journey?”

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The man's cold grey eyes flicked to the side, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he saw that his gang was causing a scene with the staff and that no one was watching him and the French woman, "Youre not in any place to make threats, girlie." The man said in his deep gravely voice, regaining some composure as he looked down at her body that was draped in white, "I think you and I are going to go for a walk. I'll teach you how to behave with men." He said crudely, leering at her without any attempt to hide his intentions.

Jacqueline stood her ground, despite knowing the smart thing to do would be to call for help or even make a dash for the door. It was broad daylight and there were many people around, but because of the large crowd and chaotic game of football on the deck their confrontation was hard to notice. Though she looked like a proper French woman she had a very bad habit of being an adrenaline junky and she could already feel it pulsing through her veins as she watched the man before her become more enraged. She raised her chin, staring coldly up into the brute's face and spoke in a calm and cutting voice, "Believe me, I know how to behave around men. It's pigs I have a hard time with."

Suddenly there was a crushing pain around her wrist as the man lurched forward and grabbed her hand roughly in his own, crushing it in his grasp.

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"Merci." Jacques said to the waiter and took a bite of his food as Georgiana spoke. The food was delicious and far better than he had expected food on a ship to be.

"It's certainly been interesting so far, so yes I am enjoying it." He responded with a laugh, recalling the encounter with the woman dressed as a man.

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