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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 21:45:25 GMT -7
Lillian hid her giggle behind her hands. "You're hungry," she said, smiling. "Would you like to come eat with us, perhaps? Russel should be in the library, but I need to locate it first."
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Russell turned to the other man, who seemed to have had the same idea. "No matter how many times this happens to me, I never learn." The pianist's voice was soft--a natural dulcet. He could never make it loud enough to yell, so he always had to settle for whatever he could manage.
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"I, umm, yes, but it's because..." Trystan looked around. "You get this kind of stuff when you're pregnant. At least that's what I gathered from the books my brother and I read."
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 21:58:37 GMT -7
Raphael felt his cheeks burn at her giggle, but he flashed her a bright smile and nodded. "I would love to join you and your escort. Ah, the library. I believe I passed it on my way up here... Shall we venture together? I would like to meet the other person I'll be dining with tonight." Raphael's eyes glowed, but then he gave a start as something occured to him.
"Oh how simply rude of me. We've been chatting all this time, and even made dinner plans, and I haven't introduced myself. My name is Raphael Tanner. Might I inquire your name?"
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Airamond chuckled lightly at the man's words, then groaned as a pain made itself known in his neck. Rubbing the back of his neck, Airamond opened his mouth to reply.
"It gets worse as you get older." He managed another chuckle. "I'm only 42, but sometimes I feel much older."
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"Pregnant?" A smile lifted Dale's lips at her announcement. "Why, congrats to you. A baby is a joyous occasion in one's life." His eyes twinkled as he handed her the pills and then turned, going for a small plastic cup to fill with water for her.
"Of course, you'll have to be careful while you're here." Dale turned back to her, holding out the cup. "I'm sure you're already aware, but it's my professional duty to tell you this. No sports, and don't push yourself too hard. And of course, no alcohol."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 22:05:12 GMT -7
"Oh!" Lillian exclaimed. "I'm sorry! My name's Lillian Keller. My friend is Russell Wolf."
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Russell looked shocked. "You look very good for forty-two then, sir. I think I'm done for later in life if I'm experiencing these pains at twenty-six."
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"Trust me, I'm never drinking alcohol ever again," Trystan said, looking down.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 22:18:03 GMT -7
"Well, Lillian Keller, it is a pleasure to meet you." Raphael winked at her before starting back the way he came. "Let's go find your Mr Wolf."
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"Why thank you." Airamond felt a tingle of pleasure run through him at the kind compliment. "And don't fret. All you need is a good massuse to loosen those muscles of yours." Airamond chuckled before striding over and extending his hand.
"My name is Airamond Beckett."
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Dale sobered at her look, watching as she lowered her eyes. He felt it best not to question it, as it was unprofessional to interfere in a patient's private life. Whatever secrets she may have, they were hers alone. But that didn't mean he couldn't be as kind as he could manage.
"That's a very good thing." He commented. "Here, drink this to help the pills go down."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 22:25:56 GMT -7
Lillian smiled and followed him. "Do you know where the library is?"
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Russell smile was small but there, as it usually was when he decided to smile. He extended his own hand, grabbing the other man's. "Russell Wolf," he replied.
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Trystan took the drink from his hand, eying it quickly before downing it with the pills. "Thank you very much, mister--?"
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Post by Natoya on Aug 13, 2010 22:34:09 GMT -7
"I believe I passed it on my way up here, but I'm sure we can ask a officer or steward and find out the exact location if we fail to find it on our own." Raphael replied.
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Airamond shook his hand, a pleasant smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wolf."
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"Dale, Dale Nelson." Dale replied, smiling brightly. "A pleasure to make your aquaintance, Miss-?"
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 13, 2010 22:40:21 GMT -7
"I saw one of them playing tennis with a blue-haired boy farther up the deck," Lillian said hesitantly. "We can try there...?"
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"And you, Mr. Beckett," came Russell's reply. "Why are you here, if you do not mind me asking? Do you have a wife? A child?"
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"... Nightingale," Trystan replied after a moment. She smiled. "Trystan Nightingale."
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Post by Cole on Aug 14, 2010 6:25:33 GMT -7
Jack walked about the warm deck for quite some time. He found himself a nice lounge chair, and plopped himself right on it, yawning yet again. He kick his long legs across the length of chair and got his hands in a comfortable position, 'Is this hot?' he wondered looking around conspicuiously to the other ladies onboard.
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Post by Cute on Aug 14, 2010 6:29:08 GMT -7
ooc.
xD.
Hai Cole.
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Post by Cole on Aug 14, 2010 7:26:59 GMT -7
:: OOC :: hai Rosie  |
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Post by Cute on Aug 14, 2010 7:30:49 GMT -7
*Tired*
*No Sleep At All*
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Post by Natoya on Aug 14, 2010 10:37:55 GMT -7
Raphael smiled and gave a nod of approval. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He agreed, heading off in the direction she had just mentioned to him.
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"I was in sore need of a vacation, what with the stress of my business and all. I invited my sister and her daughter, but sadly my sister fell ill before the trip. My niece, Hannah, is on this trip with me now." Airamond explained. "And, if I may, what brings you here Mr. Wolf?"
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Dale smiled kindly and offered his hand to shake. "Well Ms. Nightingale, it's a pleasure to meet you. And if you need anything at all, advice or otherwise, please don't hesitate to come and find me."
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Hannah gave a slight pause, eyeing the man who had just plopped down in one of the lounge chairs by her path. He didn't look like he belonged among the rich, but Hannah didn't like to judge and shrugged the thought off. If he was here, he was here for a reason.
He was quite a handsome man, Hannah noted, her blue eyes scanning his form. She knew she shouldn't be looking, after all her parents would probably never approve, but that didn't stop her from admiring him.
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Post by Cole on Aug 14, 2010 10:48:47 GMT -7
Jack opened his eyes a bit from his rest and saw a younger blond girl standing not too far off. She seemed to be staring at him. Not that he minded. She wasn't a bad looking girl, but of course she looked a little too young. Could be under age. Jack wasn't willing to take chances with younger woman. On the other hand she could be as old as him, just aging well.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 14, 2010 11:21:57 GMT -7
Lillian smiled, moving to follow him. She felt more relaxed, but was still more tense than she would be were she in the presence of someone she knew.
Briefly, she wondered how old this Mr. Tanner was.
And then she recognized his last name.
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"Ah, I see," Russell said with a small nod. "I hope your sister gets better the. As for me, I'm only here because my brother's fiance threw a fit." He grimaced, shaking his head. "She bought tickets for the cruise, but apparently forgot that my brother had a company meeting to go to the same week. I find this odd, because it was all he talked about, but she said this was the only time she could get the tickets. They called me at four in the morning to beg me to accompany her. I had to cancel two concerts in Vienna and one in London."
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Trystan smiled and nodded, reaching out to take his extended hand. "Thank you," she said.
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"All right, Mr. Nightingale, I think it's time you took a break. You look like a fan would blow you over."
"Shut... up... Kuon... And my name... is Anthony," came the heavily panting reply. Anthony lay on the ground, blue hair splayed around him as he groaned and panted, exhausted. Kuon walked over to him, peering down with an amused expression.
"Need help, Anthony?"
"Fuck... off..."
Kuon just smirked.
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Post by Cute on Aug 14, 2010 11:25:16 GMT -7
Miranda lashed out her phone once more and texted her heart out. UGH!Still. No Good Thing On This Vay-Cay Vinny. A few minutes later, Vinny replied back. Give it time. Miranda sighed at his reply. Typical. Miranda and Vinny kept at it until Miranda almost tripped on a purple/blue headed boy. "Sorry! Sorry!"
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