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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 18:06:36 GMT -7
ooc;; And thus begins a voyage no one will forget as long as they live.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 18:28:50 GMT -7
Hannah was sitting in one of the plush and very comfortable chairs in her bedroom when there was a knock on her door. Rising, her white skirts brushing the floor, she strode to her door and opened it.
"Hello Hannah." It was her uncle, Airamond. She smiled kindly up at him, opening her door a little wider. Airamond continued to stand there, refusing to enter. "How is your room?"
"It is very comfortable, and the bed feels divine. I should thank you once again for bringing me along Uncle."
"I am glad you were able to join me. It would have been terribly lonely on my own, and my only regret is that my sister could not join us." Airamond tucked a strand of his jet black hair behind one ear.
"I am sorry for that as well. We'll have plenty to tell Mother when we return." Hannah replied.
"Yes, we will. I shall leave your to yourself now; I was just checking up on you."
"Alright Uncle. I'll see you for dinner?" Hannah questioned.
"Yes. Until then." With that, Airamond turned and left, Hannah closing the door a moment later.
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Raphael grinned and swirled the wine in his glass, glancing about the room before bringing the glass to his lips for a sip.
"This place isn't bad." He mused to himself. The room was lovely, perfect for a wealthy passenger like himself. And the wine was simply to die for.
Raphael set the glass down after emptying it, deciding to get himself aquainted with the ship. Rising from his chair, he was out the door a moment later.
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Dale glanced at his medical chart, thinking he was in for a long journey. He'd already prescribed asprin to several passengers and the voyage had just started.
Sighing, he fixed the glasses he was wearing, shifting them up a little higher on his nose. Oh well, his work was never done.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 19:04:00 GMT -7
On the bow of the ship stood a young woman, her dark red hair loosely pinned back under the wide-brimmed black hat she wore at an angle. She held a glass full of white wine in her hair, and she was staring rather dejectedly out across the ocean as it churned and parted to make way for the luxury cruise liner that she and approximately three-hundred-fifty other people were riding on. She supposed she should consider herself lucky--she was being given and opportunity and many were denied--but her mind was too focused on the reason she was here.
Lillian Persephone Keller was twenty-three, engaged, and currently experiencing what she knew to be the most pure love she'd ever felt for any one person.
But the person she loved wasn't her fiance, George Elrine Wolf, who hadn't been able to make the cruise. Nay, the person she loved was Russell Gareth Wolf.
Yes, Lillian Keller, only heir to the Keller fortune, was in love with her husband-to-be's younger brother.
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Out on the tennis court, a boy with blue hair parried a white-striped green ball that had come hurling towards him with startling speed. Really, it was only because his self-preservation instinct had kicked in that he was able to do it, and one could tell his body hadn't been ready for the impact by the way the boy toppled over after the sending the ball back, panting heavily.
"Fucking hell! Kuon, you idiot, don't hit so hard!"
The man on the opposite end of the court grinned, shoving his glasses back up his face. The blue-haired boy found the resemblance to his own older brother uncanny, and he even opened his mouth to say that before closing it.
After all, they may both wear glasses and have the same hairstyle, but Kuon Lucien Wiltshire, steward, was about as different from Riley Kelsey Colyer-Nightingale, multi-millionaire, as different could be.
His brother, Riley was a serious man, and while both Riley and Kuon wore glasses, Riley wore his in a manner that made him look more disapproving than not. And while Riley's hair was a coppery-dark-brown, Kuon's was jet black, contrasting the white uniform he wore.
And their personalities, oh... Anthony Nightingale didn't even want to think about that one.
Still, he had found the steward, two years his senior, to be a good companion; anything to get away from the stuffy Holier-Than-Thou attitudes of the other men and women his age.
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Back in her cabin, Trystan Caroline Nightingale stared at the ceiling, brown eyes cast upwards as she heaved the six-billionth sigh that day. She had been sick again this morning, but as this was the beginning of the voyage, she had attributed it to that. Still, she was feeling awful... perhaps she'd listen to Riley and head down to the infirmity for some... something that would calm her down.
She was a month and a half pregnant by now, she supposed, and she had decided to come on this cruise in an effort to distract herself from her mistake.
If she ever drank again, it would be too soon.
Standing up, Trystan, wearing the black dress with the pink designs that tied around her neck, moved out of her cabin, happily that her pregnancy wasn't far along enough to show yet.
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In the library of the ship, a young man wearing a black suit lounged sideways in one of the chairs, his black hair falling lightly across his face as he turned the pages of the book using longer, slender fingers.
All his life, Russell Lucien Wolf had been told he had beautiful hands, and that he would make a marvelous pianist. And so he had signed up for lessons, revealing in the way the music he played empowered him and others. It was a wonderful feeling, but, even though he loved his piano, he had been forced to leave it sitting in his mansion back in Vienna.
Still, he would make the best of his time here. And this book was as good a start as any.
When he had gotten the call at four o'clock in the morning, he had been less than thrilled. But when his brother had said it was an emergency and passed the phone to his new fiance, a likable if not startlingly fragile redheaded heiress named Lillian, he had leaned over and turned on his lamp, blinking at the blurriness of the room without his glasses.
Lillian had been all but crying as she talked to him, explaining that she had bought two tickets to a new cruise ship only to discover that George, his brother and her fiance, couldn't attend. This had struck the pianist as strange, especially considering that George had spoken of nothing else except his upcoming business conference in France for his oil marketing company, but he had carefully accepted in order to soothe the woman, who insisted he take George's place.
Sighing, a small smile on his face, Russell turned the page again, and relished in the temporary peace he was experiencing.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 19:40:56 GMT -7
Hannah Fletcher found herself standing on the deck of the ship, watching the sea go by. Having found sitting in her room by herself rather boring, she decided to venture out and take a tour of the ship, to see what all it had to offer her since she would be staying here for the duration of the trip. Of course, she had stopped by her uncle's room to let him know where she would be so he wouldn't worry for her.
The breeze blew her blonde hair around her face, and she gave a sigh of annoyance. She should have pulled it back better if she was going to be wandering around outside. "Good move Hannah." She scolded herself before brushing her hair out of her face.
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Airamond found himself following his niece's example and wandering around the ship himself. Having left his room moments before, he thought about what interested him the most. Being on vacation, he was meant to relax. And he felt the most relaxed with a good book in his hands. A smile lifted his lips as he decided where he wanted to go in that instant.
It took some time for Airamond to locate the library, but when he did, he found it well worth the effort. There were tons of books here. There were already people here, Airamond noticed, his blue eyes scanning the occupants, his eyes lingering on a young man with glasses, but for only a moment. He moved quickly through the library, seeking out the type of books that interested him the most.
Having made his selection after searching through the shelfs, Airamond found a lovely and soft chair to sit in. Cracking open the book, he began to read.
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Raphael sighed as a sea breeze ruffled his red hair. He was standing at the bow of the ship, looking down at the parting water, the boat cutting through it like a knife through butter. Why he found himself here of all places, he didn't quite know. He could have gone to the gym or played some sports, but he didn't really feel like it at the moment. Besides, this view was breathtakingly beautiful.
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Post by Cole on Aug 13, 2010 19:46:44 GMT -7
Jack Pippen sat in a large over stuffed arm chair of the ship's library. Being writer (even though only bring in a modest income) he was drawn to the library like a fly to light. There were more books in the place than he had seen in his life. He currently was curled up with a thick volume filled with supposed government conspiarices. A large pile stood on a table besides him.
He yawned loudly and glanced across the room to see if the other man sitting would notice. Hopefully not. But oh well, he'd never see these people again. Unless maybe there was a nice woman onboard. . .
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 19:57:34 GMT -7
Lillian jumped slightly as another man appeared at the bow beside her, her form tensing up visibly. It was stupid, she knew, and being easily frightened was something that had earned he merciless teasing and the "I-am-so-tired-of-this" sigh from both the Wolf brothers. Still, it didn't help her any, and she quickly found that she wanted to move anywhere but here. Still, common courtesy screamed "NO YOU STAY" and, not wanting to disobey it, she remained--tense and wary.
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New arrivals in the library was somewhat of an oddity. Most of the people in here were older passengers or young women having tea in the corner where the small cafe-like thing was built, nicely secluded in a corner so the noise didn't filter through the large, book-filled room.
The pendant at his neck--a simple square-shaped piece of white gold with an inscription--hung around his neck by two chains, one of which was tighter around his neck than the latter, which the pendant actually hung off off. It glinted lightly when a stray sunbeam broke through the large, intricate glass windows at the left side by the cafe, and it was enough to break Russell's concentration. Blinking, he lowered his book and tucked it into his white shirt before stretching lightly.
He was sitting sideways in the chair, with his feet crossed over one chair arm and his back against another. His glasses were perched delicately on his nose, and for once he wasn't fiddling with them.
The fact that he had managed to convince Miss Keller to stay on the deck was probably working to his advantage. His brother's fiance was nothing short of exasperating at times, even if she was pleasant enough company when not... scared. Of everything.
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Trystan leaned against the wall of the wood-carved hallways as the ship gave a small lurch--it was enough to set her stomach on edge again. And though she knew that this time it was due purely to the ship, it made her wish for the umpteenth time that she had just been more careful.
Her brother, Riley, was the only one who knew. She had burst into his study one night, sobbing as her usually poised and reserved kin had stared at her with an openly shocked and startled look. She had rushed into his arms, sobbing into the shoulder of his white cashmere sweater, and told him the whole story: that one month ago she had been working her shift at the bar, when she had gotten a wee bit too intoxicated and woken up in a stranger's bed with an aching body. She had just taken a pregnancy test, and it had come up positive.
She had been happy, oh so happy when Riley had approached her the next day with three tickets for this cruise--one for her, him, and their younger brother Anthony.
Groaning, Trystan continued to make her way to the infirmary--medical bay?--intent on getting a pill so that she could adjust to having sea legs.
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Post by Cute on Aug 13, 2010 20:05:00 GMT -7
Miranda was clicking away on here mobile phone. This vay-cay sucks, Miranda sent to her dearest friend, Vinny. Beybe, don't worry. It'll be fine. Vinny sent back to Miranda. Miranda grinned at the message. Ah, Vinny. The only gay guy she could trust. Miranda stood up from her chair and wandered around the halls. Her eyes glued onto the phone screen. Somehow, she managed to manuver around the many people. Miranda clicked her phone off and looked up. She found herself on the deck. Time to look for hot guys. Yum.
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Post by Cole on Aug 13, 2010 20:11:32 GMT -7
Jack saw the man across the way stretch a bit, and he flickered his eyes over to the window. He did really enjoy it in this library, but it looked really nice out. 'I should work on my tan.' he thought to himself. Glancing around the room to make sure not many were in there, he tucked a piece of paper in the book and placed it back on the table. Nobody should touch it.
He stepped into the hall and took some oakley sun glasses out of his pocket. Maybe he'll blend in with the rich people more with them. Of course, these sun glasses weren't bought new. Ebay was a wonder. He stepped onto the deck, the blazing sun on his skin felt good form the chilly library.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 20:17:53 GMT -7
Hannah moved quietly to an upper deck, giving her a good view of the entire front of the ship. Smiling, she raised an arm to shield her blue eyes from the sun and looked around. She caught sight of two people standing at the bow of the ship, and interest caught her.
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Raphael looked over at the woman, not noticing her tense form at first. She was quite a cute woman, he mused, his eyes scanning her form. Putting on a winning smile, Raphael spoke.
"Hello there Miss. Lovely day we're having, eh?"
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Airamond glanced over at the sound of the yawn, seeing a young man sitting in a chair not far from him. Airamond blinked, a little startled at first. The man didn't look like one of well bred society. Brushing it off, Airamond turned his attention back to his book, not noticing the man get up and leave.
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Dale pushed his glasses slightly up on the bridge of his nose for the upteenth time in the past fifteen minutes. Really, he'd of thought he'd of gotten these things fixed before now, but he'd been putting it off. He regretted it now.
Sighing, he handed a glass of water to a passenger who had come in complaining of a headache. As soon as they took their asprin, Dale sent them on their way and sat in the black chair he had beside a small desk.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 20:38:34 GMT -7
Lillian laughed nervously, avoiding his gaze. "Yes, quite lovely."
She wondered what kind of small mistake could result in someone falling overboard. All it would take was a careless runner bumping into her and she could careen over the end, shredded against the bow of the--no, thoughts stop there.
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"You... don't play fair... Kuon," Anthony Nightingale rasped to the nineteen-year-old steward man playing across from him.
Kuon smirked back at the seventeen-year-old, wondering how his brother allowed him to have blue hair. "No, you just suck at all things sports. I even beat you at table tennis because you got tired of racing across a meter-long playing court."
"... Shut up," Anthony shot back, wiping the sweat from his brow as the hot sun beat upon the deck. Kuon looked effortless and suave as he leaned against one of the lampposts that would light up when it got dark, raising an ebony brow lightly.
Anthony threw a tennis ball at him. It didn't even make it over the net. Kuon laughed and he swore.
Fucking hated losing.
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He wasn't rich. Anyone could see that he didn't belong on this ship just by the clothes he wore and the untrimmed way he acted. It was like a sunflower growing in a garden of purple tulips.
But Russell wasn't here to judge; he didn't acknowledge the man's presence one way or another.
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"Excuse me, has anyone seen the doctor?" Trystan asked those she encountered in the hallway. She wondered where Riley was.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 20:48:37 GMT -7
Raphael blinked, noticing then her tense form and the way she avoided his gaze. "What brings you here?" He asked her, trying to keep the small talk going, if only for a bit.
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Airamond chuckled lightly at a line he read in his book. It was truly a wonderful read, and the author had done well if he could make him laugh out loud. Airamond turned the page and continued reading.
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Dale stepped outside his exam room for a breath of fresh air. Despite what he did for a living, the smell of the sterlized room sometimes got to him.
As Dale closed his eyes and breathed deep, he heard a voice asking for the doctor. Opening his eyes, he turned his head, catching sight of a young woman. It seemed to be her asking for the doctor. He took a step away from the wall he had been leaning on and turned in her direction.
"Excuse me Miss! I'm the doctor."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 21:01:14 GMT -7
"Umm, I... I bought... the tickets... Yes. I bought the tickets for my... fiance and I." She seemed to sigh a bit at that. "But he had a business trip and couldn't come, so I conned his brother into it. He's a pianist, and none to happy with me, I believe."
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Trystan exhaled. "Thank God. I have stomach pains. Do you have any advil?"
ooc;; Short post again lol.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 21:06:30 GMT -7
Raphael smiled softly at her, leaning up against the railing in front of him, both arms crossed. Taken, it figured. Pretty thing like her wouldn't of stayed single for too long, he supposed.
"It's too bad your fiancee couldn't come, but it's good that you're not traveling alone. Why do you think he would be mad at you?" Raphael inquired.
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"Of course." Dale smiled kindly at her and motioned for her to follow him into his exam room. "Please, follow me." He turned and headed into the room first, heading towards the cabinet where he kept his supplies.
ooc; short post is short. XD Getting to be that time of night.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 21:16:01 GMT -7
Lillian bit her lip. In the deepest, darkest part of her mind she feared it was because Russell knew she loved him and not George, but the rational part of her brain was being helpful today and saying it was because Russell hated, well, mingling. "He just doesn't like the Upper Crust. Spends most of his time in his mansion in Vienna, and he loves it there. But I needed someone to travel with me, and he's the only one I trust," she said at last.
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Russell stood, blinking as he looked down at his watch.
He had been in here since before the ship had launched, so approximately six hours at least. He turned to the small side table where his other book lay--completed. Closing the novel he had currently been looking at, the young pianist stood, coaxing his stiffened muscles into movement and gasping slightly as they protested the command.
He figured they'd have been used to it by now, but no; they preferred staying silent and then acting up at the most irritating times... Ah. It would be so much simpler if muscles couldn't feel pain.
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"Thank you," Trystan said, following him after he had gone ahead a bit. "I was a bit sick this morning before boarding, so I think it could be that combined with the fact that I still don't have my sea legs."
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 21:32:56 GMT -7
"Ah, I see." Raphael replied, glancing at the young woman. "Bit of a loner is he? Well, it was nice of him not to leave such a lovely young lady on her own, even if he doesn't like to mingle." Raphael grinned at her before straightening. They had been up here for quite a while, and he supposed it was nearly time for dinner to be served.
Right on cue, his stomach gave a growl.
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Having tired of her walk, Hannah started to head back.
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Airamond was distracted by the movement of the other man near him, and he looked up from his book to watch him stretch, seeming to be in slight pain from sitting for so long. Airamond shut his book, fearing he might also be a tad cramped, so he stood, beginning to work the kinks from his own muscles.
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"Sick before you boarded?" Dale questioned. Sea sickness was nothing in itself to be worried over; after a while she would be fine, but if she was ill beforehand... "Are you feeling feverish, or having any other symptoms? Perhaps bedrest is what you need. I'd hate for a nice young lady like you to have to miss out on all the fun aboard because she is ill."
He grabbed the asprin and tapped two out of the bottle before closing it and returning it to the shelf. Turning to her, he offered her the pills.
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