? Evelyn Caldwell ?
Inside a small bar, dark-haired dame sat sipping a martini casually. Her eyes stared into the colorful liquor bottles that sat on the ledge across from her. Her legs remained crossed and she leaned back in her chair a little. "Another Evelyn," the bartender asked, his eyes fixed on her since she walked in.
Evelyn couldn't blame the guy. He looked to soon be out of his prime and he had every right to look her up and down just like any other man on the street. Offering him her usual smile, she shook her head a little. "No thanks. I gotta catch a boat." Placing her empty glass and money on the counter, Evelyn got down from her seat and continued towards the door to go find her Vices. Not her actual "vices", of course, but her back-up singers. She had told them to meet her at the ship by eight. Looking around, she spotted a gentleman staring at her. Smiling her sweetest smile, she approached him. "Would you happen to have the time," she asked. The man, a little starstruck for a moment, fiddled around in his pockets until a flash blinded the singer briefly. The spots leaving her eyes, she noticed the camera in his hand. The man stood a bit shaken until he bolted. "I would've posed for him if would have given me the time..." she mumbled to herself. Sighing, she continued towards the ship.
Lust was already there and in plain sight when Evelyn arrived. True to her name, Lust was making out with a sailor on the dock. Evelyn looked around and soon found Envy and Greed standing beside each other, looking for their leader. That only left- "And if you think you can talk to me that way, I'll tear you into so many pieces that Humpty Dumpty will look like child's play compared to you!" Wrath.
Evelyn turned to see Wrath holding a scumbag by the collar. The fourth vice had caught the attention of the other three vices, Lust even stopping for a minute or two. Evelyn, knowing Wrath now had her other Vices' attention, let out a whistle of a few notes. This was a calling to her Vices and one they had come to automatically respond to. Lust, who had been holding up the young sailor, dropped him unceremoniously to the ground and Wrath did the same to the man who was supposedly talking badly to her, but God only knows if a word even left his mouth. Evelyn then motioned for her singers to follow her up the ramp. Lust blew a kiss to the lovestruck sailor and Wrath pulled a 'I'm watching you' move to the shaken man.
On the deck, a flock of reporters and photographers waited. Evelyn was being called by the reporters and her Vices surrounding her in an arc, all popping a hip to the cameras. "Miss Caldwell, is it true that you're soon to be married," a woman called out.
The Vices all laughed and Evelyn smiled at the question. "Absolutely not. If you know me at all, you should know Evelyn Caldwell doesn't settle," she answered. Her eyes then met the Captain's. "Ahoy, cap," she called, walking over to him with her usual long stride. He nodded to her and gave a smile. "How about a picture?" The Vices soon surrounded Evelyn and the Captain. The old man seemed a bit ill at ease with Lust nearly crawling over him and Greed stealing his hat momentarily for the photographers. Many flashes went off and the girls soon abandoned the Captain. "Well, we gotta get goin'. I loved seein' all of ya and hope to see ya when we return." The reporters thanked her and the photographers continued to snap pictures until the ladies were out of view. Only a few photographers caught a picture of Lust sneaking back to pose for another picture. This moment ended when Wrath dragged her by the arm to follow the others back to their rooms. The Vices shared a large suite next to Evelyn's and the four grouped into their suite to let their leader get a moment's peace before she would greet the passengers and start to talk to her fellow celebrities.
? Clarence Price ?
Apologies were being thrown left and right as a somewhat lanky blonde worked his way through the Americans around him. A camera was in a slung over his shoulder while the remainder of his luggage was held in his hands. While Clarence wasn't the most muscular man in the world, he was able to carry the three suitcases and the camera bag with ease. Well, ease as in the fact he could carry them. Actually being able to navigate through the streets without hitting anyone within two feet was a different story. The words "Sorry" and "I apologize" were beginning to just sound like a mantra leaving the Englishman's mouth.
He arrived at the ship still somewhat early. Unfortunately, he received word that Evelyn and her Vices were already on board. Going up the ramp, he continued to his cabin to drop off his bags. After all, he might have already missed half the celebrities. Looking into the mirror on the dresser nearby, Clarence made himself look presentable and grabbed his camera bag. Slinging it over his shoulder once more, he exited his cabin and went to the upper deck, where most performances would be held. For now, the staff was bustling around on the upper deck to get it cleaned, but that's all that was really happening up top. Wandering around the upper deck, he noticed a group of sailors leaning against the railing as they chatted with each other and relaxed for a bit. In passing, Clarence heard one say, "Buying that car was the biggest mistake I ever made. I'm on the sea half the time and it cost me an arm and a leg." Clarence spun around, looking the man up and down immediately. Confused on why the man wasn't literally missing "an arm and a leg", the Englishman continued on. /Must be an American phrase,/ he reasoned, still looking a bit troubled as he wandered away from the sailors.
Going down the stairs, the photographer went down to the middle of the boat. Back on the main deck, Clarence leaned on a nearby wall. Removing his camera from his bag, he began to adjust it to fit the lighting he had. Holding up the camera, he looked into it to see if he could even get a good shot of the crowd on the dock. Deciding he needed a better lens, he put on an accessory to be able to capture a face from a distance. This was the newest camera on the market, the Leica II. Clarence still wasn't that comfortable with the new technology, but figured he'd have to get used to it quick. Going to the railing, the cameraman looked around. He soon found a great picture waiting to happen. Raising his camera, he focused it in on Miss Evelyn Caldwell, who was resting her back against the railing as she tilted her head back. With her steady breathing, the singer seemed to be relaxing, or trying to at least. Clarence snapped the picture and lowered his camera as Evelyn seemed to notice the shutter noise and looked over at him.
"No place to relax on this ship, I guess," she sighed, strolling over to him. Clarence held his camera to his chest and looked quickly over to his camera bag. About to run for his camera bag, he was stopped by the singer extending her hand towards him, pointing at him. "Don't you dare bolt from me." Caught, the blonde stared wide-eyed at the celebrity. Her serious demeanor seemed to fade a little when she noticed how petrified the photographer was. "Who do you work for," she asked casually, leaning against the railing once more.
"Uh- The People, Miss Caldwell," Clarence replied. Although he was scared out of his wits, the man still stood where he was. Whether this was because he was showing he wasn't weak or if it was because of Evelyn's order was up to anyone's guess.
Picking up on the accent, the singer smiled a little. "So heading home, then?" The blonde nodded. "All right, then. Well, I suppose I could let a foreigner off the hook this one time, but there's one rule you should know with me: Never take spontaneous pictures of me. Got it?" Once again, the blonde nodded.
"I apologize for the intrusion," he said, drawing a shocked look from the celebrity.
"An apologetic photographer... now I've seen it all." With that said, she walked up to the upper deck. She was sure to get the attention of the sailors, but she didn't mind them as much as the reporters and the photographers. Sitting back in a wooden chair, she looked over her shoulder to the deck below to see the blonde man scurry away with his camera, nearly dropping half of his equipment. He then continued towards the back of the ship to go sit down and wait for the ship to move out.
