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The Arcadia
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Hello and welcome to the Arcadia! We offer luxuries of every sort for your primary source of travel across the Atlantic. We
are traveling from America to England with as many celebrities as you can imagine. Nothing but
high-class acts are expected aboard this ship.
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Important Information
Plot Main A killer is on board the ship and killing off passengers one by one.
The only question is, who is it and will you get to England safely?
Mini The Arcadian is about to leave and passengers are
beginning to board. "All ashore that's going ashore!"
Weather: Sunny with a few clouds 77°F / 25°C Month/Season: June/Summer Time of Day:Morning Date: June 5, 1932
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Main LocationsThe Deck(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/3881080073_9f8481e122.jpg)(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQzz4-1Vkl8y1nLmn1AKMxIUVALPY8YwdVXHp0jLZhqrZq1xShs)
The main floor of the ship. This is where our passengers tend to relax and our upper deck hosts our celebrity performances.
The Bar
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Where you find your usual drinker and where you might find a drunken flirt or two.
The Cabins
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On the left is your typical passenger cabin. Right is exclusively for celebrities or those with great wealth.
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Rules
*I know they're a bit lengthy, but please read them!
Ship Rules-No causing panic. Causing panic will result in you being thrown in jail.
-Stowaways will not be tolerated and will immediately be thrown in jail.
-Guns are allowed on this ship, but, obviously, you can't shoot anyone.
-Violence of any kind is not tolerated and, no matter if you were the "victim" or not, any participants in violence will be locked up.
-This ship is exclusively 18+
-No animals over 30 pounds. This is typically a small dog or a cat. Rodents are strictly prohibited since rodents have not gone over well with our passengers in the past.
-Drinking and smoking is encouraged on this ship.
Roleplay Rules - Be as active as you can. I know I personally cannot get on here every day but at least try and get on once a week.
- There is no limit to character amount, so long as you can keep them all active!
- Respect each other. If someone is doing something that you don't like, PM me.
- No text talking.
- Be at least semi-literate. A "fail post" of two sentences is okay once in awhile but constantly only making two sentence posts provides little for people to respond to.
- Put 'Iceberg ahead' in the Other section of your application to show you've read these rules. (Tip: put this in your app right now or else you'll forget!)
- If you are killed by the mystery killer, do not blab to the others who it is. Just make another character and continue.
- Swearing is permitted, but do not abuse this privilege.
- Romance and gore is kept to a PG-13 level. (Suggestiveness in romance is fine.) Even though this is a killer RP, I won't make the killing too gore filled for our younger viewers.
- Try to make your character unique, especially with personality. Every character could have a different hair color (like blue or purple), but if they all have the same "quiet, shy" personality, no one will ever talk to each other! That doesn't mean your character cannot be quiet and shy, but expand on it a bit. Someone can be quiet, but outgoing.
-This RP was made by Kasai and Auriakuri. We are in charge of this RP. This also means if one is gone, the other may continue it.
-THIS IS IMPORTANT: No "scene" hair styles. Keep in mind your character is from the 1930's! The closer to being 30 or 40 your character is, the better. After all, not every 18 year old (very few, for that matter) could afford going on a ship like this. Also, this was a time period where men often wore hats and women often wore their hair up.
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Application
Be sure to read the rules!
If it says OPTIONAL, you do not need to fill it out. Please just delete it if you don't fill it in.
[img]Image URL (no drawings. Realistic pictures only. If you need help finding a picture, PM me and I might be able to help)(OPTIONAL if you fill out Appearance)[/img]
Name: (What's your name?)
Age: (How old are you?)
Gender: (Male of female?)
Appearance: (Describe your character. OPTIONAL if you provided a picture)
Personality: (What are you like?)
History: (What were the events in your life before this?)
Anyone with you?: (Did you bring that special someone? A friend? A whole family?)
State of Relationship: (Dating, married, single, not interested?)
Offspring: (Any children?)
Room number: (What room are you in? Suites (celebrities): #1-#15 Cabins: #16-#30 Staff rooms: #31-#50)
Pet: (OPTIONAL, this is only if they are coming with you)
Drink/Smoke?: (Yes or no answers. Ex: Yes/No, Yes/Yes/ etc)
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: (Check next section for more info)
Voice:(OPTIONAL)[url=LINK HERE]LINK HERE AGAIN[/url]
Other: (Anything else?) PICTURES ARE (C) TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS
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Important People
The Captain | The Purser | The Staff | Celebrities |
The face of the ship. A very useless man who only throws out orders. You will hear him speaking the most, but he basically only likes the sound of his own voice. The staff and purser are who really run the ship. | An officer on a ship who keeps the accounts, esp. the head steward on a passenger vessel. He is who really runs the ship, but he lets the Captain have the credit. After all, he lives for the ship, not for popularity. As long as everything is functioning properly, he's calm. | Everyone from the sailors to the cooks, these guys are the reason the ship is up and running. They know to take their orders from the purser and, if given an order from the Captain, they must check with the purser first. | If your name is well known, you are a celebrity, plain and simple. Whether you are the most wanted criminal or the inventor of the typewriter, you are welcome to the ship. Anyone who gets the ship's name in the papers deserves to be on board. |
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The Staff
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?Joann Caulfield- The Purser, Female, 28 years old, Staff Room #48, Single More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg446721#msg446721)
Celebrities
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?Evelyn Caldwell- Female, 32 years old, Suite #12, Single More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg445783#msg445783)
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?Lawrence Williams- Male, 27 years old, Suite #2, Single, interested More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg446207#msg446207)
Passengers
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?Clarence Price- Male, 39 years old, Cabin #19, Single More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg445783#msg445783)
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?Darlene Anderson- Female, 25 years old, Cabin #16, Single;Slightly interested More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg446147#msg446147)
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?Alix Monet- Female, 22 years old, Cabin #23, Single; uninterested More Information! (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=32945.msg446290#msg446290)
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Name: Evelyn Rose Caldwell
Age: 32 years old
Gender: Female
Personality: Evelyn can take care of herself and doesn't need a man to fight for her. Although, that doesn't mean she won't accept a drink or two from a handsome gentleman at the bar. Her tough persona is dropped only when she is alone and it's for that reason that she likes to be alone. She loves her fans and all, but sometimes being alone is exactly what she needs. She can also be very cruel when she needs to be, usually knowing exactly what weakness to key in on to make a person wish they never spoke to her.
History: Evelyn grew up in Brooklyn. She was a friend to many, though her parents disagreed with her actions. She started drinking and smoking since she was 13 and her drinking got worse when she was out of options for money. When she was 18, she began to support her vice by selling her body out for money. The alcoholic was soon discovered by a gangster who invited her to join his gang. He wasn't exactly the scariest guy in the world, but this made him all the more appealing to the young girl. After being with the gang for about 3 years, Evelyn worked up her strength to stop drinking.
Evelyn began to grab more attention when she began to sing. On top of her looks, she has a magnificent voice that many people, especially men, fall for. Her voice is a low alto, though she can belt very well. Leo, her gangster pal, advised her against gaining attention, her being in a gang and all. It was then she decided to become rich and famous instead of just a gangster. It wasn't long until she gained popularity to the point of being world renown. She decided to get some back-up singers and has been traveling with them for the past 5 years.
Anyone with you?: Her back-up singers/dancers whom she has nicknamed her "Vices":
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Left to right: Envy, Greed, Lust, Wrath
State of Relationship: Single
Offspring: Hell no.
Room number: Cabin #6
Pet: No
Drink/Smoke?: Sometimes/Yes
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: Celebrity
Voice:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DQfAU7knc0 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DQfAU7knc0)
Other: Iceberg ahead.
(http://sharetv.org/images/person/leslie_howard.jpg)
Name: Clarence Arnold Price
Age: 39 years old
Gender: Male
Personality: Clarence is a happy Englishman who enjoys entertainment and the occasional drink. He isn't really a social butterfly and tends to approach a person only if they're alone or if he needs a picture of them. He is known for doing stupid things, such as using American phrases wrongly, tripping over things, and not detecting how someone's feeling very quickly. While he genuinely cares about everyone around him, it can make him look stupid since he thinks of everyone having at least one good quality, even a gangster or a murderer. Clarence usually catches a few women's eyes, but they soon forget he ever exists once they realize he doesn't catch on to flirting all too quickly. However, he is always a gentleman and often returns the cruelty thrown at him with a smile and a laugh.
History: Clarence was born in London, England. His mother worked as a writer and his father worked in the car industry. His parents hardly spoke a word to each other and, because of his father's great wealth, Clarence was often tended to by a nanny. His days were pretty lonely as a boy, being educated on the fine arts and higher education instead of playing with boys his age. He would often stare out the window during his lessons and watch the children run by and long to be with them. His private lessons irritated him and his mother, who had followed her artistic vision of becoming a writer, suggested photography and poetry to her son. Clarence soon found his escape from his strict teachers and found a way to express his frustration with his father. His father was so buried in his business that he took no notice of his son and his camera. So long as Clarence behaved in his lessons, his father took no notice of him.
Clarence, when he reached adulthood, decided to leave his parents. His mother, always watching out for him from a distance, asked her husband to help their son financially. Despite photography and poetry being his outlet for his emotions, Clarence didn't have a job by this point. With the money given to him by his parents, he got a small apartment and put the rest to the side until he needed it. His first job was at "The People" newspaper as a photographer. He's worked for this newspaper since he was 23 and his shots have only gotten better, even getting offers from other newspaper companies. His boss decided to send Clarence on a trip, rewarding him for his loyalty, to America. Clarence is now out to get pictures of celebrities and Americans in their every day life for his newspaper.
Anyone with you?: No
State of Relationship: Single
Offspring: None, but he would like some.
Room number: Cabin #19
Drink/Smoke?: Occasionally/No
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: Passenger
Voice:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjnW4YfmAUc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjnW4YfmAUc)
Other: Iceberg ahead~
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Open for applicants! =)
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Name: Darlene Anderson
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Darlene has medium length wavy auburn hair that stays just below her shoulders. She has a smaller frame, standing in at about 5'4'' and weighing about 130 pounds. Her eyes are a light greenish blue that seem almost mesmerizing, she has light toned skin that looks almost white under the moon.
Personality: Darlene is a very sweet and sociable person, she loves meeting new people and making new friends. Her kind personality sometimes gets her into trouble but rarely, most times it pays off in the end. It takes a lot to make Darlene get mad at anyone, and never holds a grudge. The only time she is easily agitated when someone says something about Robert or her son.
History: Darlene was born and raised in Pittsburg Kansas, in a good sized house just outside of town. She and her family weren't the wealthiest when she was growing up, but her parents had a dream of having their own furniture store that would pay their bills. Well three years later their dream became a reality. Soon their furniture store became a well known business, spreading across America. Soon enough Darlene and her parents were living a happy life, but all this money didn't make Darlene any different. She was still a sweet girl who never took advantage of he family's wealth, instead she liked to give her money to the people in need. Her father disliked it when she gave her allowance to the people who lived on the street, but he could never stay mad at her and soon forgot about it.
When Darlene was nineteen she got married, it may seem like a young age but she and Robert had been together since high school and were in love. Her parents paid for her large wedding and were happy to do so, they also loved Robert and were happy for them. At the age of twenty she had a son while her husband was overseas fighting in the war. Darlene expected Robert to be home a week after she had given birth, but it wasn't Robert who appeared at her doorstep. It was his General who carried a note from Robert. Robert had died to a severe bullet wound to the chest, but he wanted to write one last note to Darlene and Robert Jr. Darlene grieved for months, not only for herself but for their son who would never meet his father.
As the years went on her mother told her she should get out and meet more people, she said that staying in the past won't be healthy for her or Robert Jr. Darlene agreed and decided to board The Arcadia. She paid for her ticket and her cabin, her father urged her to let him pay for a suite but of course she refused. Darlene never liked letting her father pay for her things, but he always did. Even though Darlene still grieves for Robert she knows he would have wanted her to move on after all these years.
Anyone with you?: She decided to come alone, well she brought her dog, Maxis.
State of Relationship: Single and slightly interested.
Offspring: A five year old son named Robert Jr. He is currently staying with his grandparents while Darlene is away.
Room number: #16
Pet: She has a black Cairn terrier named Maxis, he is six years old and very protective.
Drink/Smoke?: Sometimes/No
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: Passenger
Other: Iceberg Ahead. She is a very talented artist, mainly drawing landscapes and animals, but she does fairly well on face shots. She sometimes draws portraits for people, for free.
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Name: Lawrence Edward Williams
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall broad shouldered man standing at the height of 6'1", he has fair skin that is lightly sun kissed with pale brown round eyes. His hair is a straight thick dark brown, but often appears as a shade of black because of the many products of pomade that he uses to slick back his hair. His apparel consists of a wide range of expensive suits and polished shoes as well as tailored shirts and designer hats. Lining his spine is a long pink scar that he got from snagging his back on a piece of sharp steel while out in the Navy. On his right shoulder blade there is a healed bullet wound that he also received during his service in the Navy.
Personality: Lawrence is quite the gentleman, having proper manners and presentation. He carries himself in a slightly humble way, just to make it clear that he isn't one to brag or likes to be snobby about his minor fame. He can be sweet and kind, as well as gentle and calm. Though he has experienced the brutality of war, it doesn't seem to phase him. When he does catch the eye of a lady he can put on a rather flirtatious display and romance. He can be charming when feels, but can easily be made upset if the right button is pushed.
History: In 1905, young Lawrence was born in Albany, New York being the third child to his parents right after his two older sisters. His father had a position in law growing up as a kid, while his mother was partly a nurse and stay-at-home wife. He attended an all boys private school for his entire youth education and was sent to a private school academy for his high school education. He was an average As and Bs student, but was mainly an athlete and played on the high school baseball and (american)football team, while it was still partly similar to rugby.
After graduating high school in 1922 he went on to join the US Navy at the age of seventeen, just at the edge of turning eighteen. He served a total of fours years out on sea, never actually being in any major historic battles but there were a few that he had fought for. When he came back to his hometown, he applied for law school in California deciding to follow in his father's footsteps and one day take over his father's law offices after him.
He had barely gotten through his first semester of college when he was offered a part in a comercial when they directors desperately needed another actor and just randomly picked him out of the crowd. He played his part in the commercial and was soon getting calls from locals for him to partake in their minor movies or t.v series, as well as a number of other commercials. Almost a year later, he was already taking a lead role in two major movies that had received awards. In 1930, Lawrence had received an Academy Award for best male actor in one of his films, which is when he started to become known to the public. Now, he is on his way to england to start filming a movie he had been offered to play a leading part in.
Anyone with you: Lawrence is currently alone.
State of Relationship: Currently single and interested.
Offspring: None, at the moment.
Room number: Suite #2
Drink/Smoke: Yes, and yes.
Celebrity, staff, or passenger: Celebrity.
Voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz3W87uWcx8 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz3W87uWcx8) (James Dean)
Other: 'Iceberg Ahead!'
(*EDIT: Done!!)
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Name: Alix Monet
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Alix has mousy brown, short wavy/curled hair. Her skin is lightly suntanned, having arresting blue eyes. She is normally seen in variety of Handkerchief skirts, and lightly colored sweaters with occasional ribbons in her hair.
Personality: Alix is very benevolent, and vivid in her youth. She has trouble declining to people and sees hope in everyone, even if they're already lost souls. Despite her benevolent nature, she is quite selfish and hates to give and share her possessions but will grudgingly give them away if it helps a cause. She will simply take flirtation as a joke and chuckle lightly at it, she isn't interested in any company while on the cruise. Lastly, she is contemplative; more often than not staring off into the wall or her drink during a conversation or while she's alone.
History: Her father use to work as a black smith for a small town, before her mother and herself moved by ship to America with dreams of being stars. Being only two at the time, she doesn't have much memory of it - but as her mother would tell her; they were homeless for a few weeks. She soon found out at the age of 8, her mother would do dirty work to earn them a place to live.
Her mother found a man whom took her as his own, sending Alix off to a orphanage due to his beliefs. It was unknown what became of her father, losing all contact with her family once she arrived.
By the age of twelve, she would practice acting infront of the other children - gaining some applause but nonetheless she dreamed of becoming an actor.
She has acted in one film, but it was scrapped during it's progress but she earned some wealth from the project - but remains rather unknown from the public.
Anyone with you?: Unaccompanied.
State of Relationship: Single, uninterested.
Offspring: None.
Room number: Cabin #23
Drink/Smoke?: No/Yes.
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: Passenger.
Other: Iceberg Ahead. Born in France, moved to America during 1912. No accent.
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[@Everyone: All accepted! Please also try and think up another character for future use in case yours gets killed. I'll likely be killing off miscellaneous characters until more people join.
RP is open! =)]
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Name: Joann R. Caulfield
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: With distinctive bright blonde hair, she has her short curled hair cloaked over with her mandatory cap which has a black rim, with the remainder being white. Her eyes are an a odd shade of grey and green that are usually cast off towards the sea and over towards the captain's deck. She wears the black suit which folds over with around 6 rows of two buttons per each to keep it folded. There is an iron pressed shirt with the collar neatly folded and a tie under and is in the male styled uniform and avoids wearing skirts at all times (unless on break.) She stands at 5"3 and weighs about 115 lbs, not having a good appetite but when she does, boy..she can devour more than a man.
Personality: Very much independent, she rarely takes her time to walk over to anyone, especially men, to help her complete her tasks and will often ignore the suggestions of help and wave them off. Joann can be seen always patrolling out by herself and gazing out towards the sea at the night when off duty seeing as how much of the passengers and employees go off to party (she isn't the dancing type, she lost her urge to dance after her brother's death) but instead sit in the bar, spark up a casual conversation with a shot or two. However, if patted unexpectedly, she will have very fast reactions and will end up spinning about within a matter of seconds with a fist folded, but not stuck out to punch.
Joann is a rather serious individual when on duty but can be seen to be rather patient with passengers and constantly repeat what she said without hesitation. She is nonchalant still when speaking with other crew members and can sneak up a joke once in a while. She can always lend out a helping hand when you least expect it and warms up on a professional level with passengers. When in personal she is rather causal and kind when not being approached forcefully, getting cat calls or being pestered with rude remarks would be ignored as she'll merely shrug with a cold glance and consume her liquor. However, she can take the affirmative and place out her own thoughts without much hesitation as already dealing with arrogant men, there was a point in which she needed to stop being too empathetic.
The safety of the crew and the passengers are her number one concern and will show no regret if need be when having the staff members restrain someone for their violence or wrongdoing. She is lenient with several things but when it comes to rules, there is a thin line between right or wrong for her.
History: The foreigner was born in Ireland on February 29th, 1904, within the privacy of the Caulfield residence with her older brother, Alphonse around the age of eight. The times within Ireland were rather rough and uneasy with the collision of economical and religious issues present within everyday life but the middle-class family held their heads up high during the time with Mrs. Caulfield acting as a house-wife and educating both of their children while Mr. Caulfeld went off working as an accountant. The family soon moved off with the tensions rising around 1913 within Ireland and with World War 1 shortly approaching and they were unaware of what was to come. Meek and rather perky with her Irish roots, the young Joann was always about and following her brother in glee while that resorted in Manhattan, New York, in a run down apartment. She brought much attention towards her brother and due to the success of women flocking to him, Alphonse bonded much more with his sister and took her out to his baseball practice.
Having well based accounting career, the father of the house moved upwardly working under The Standard Oil Company owned by John D. Rockerfeller and kept himself away from family, day to night, and often arrived home when both of his children were off to public schooling. They were the fortunate bunch seeing as how they weren't forced to work into factories or dangerous jobs in order to help their father keep up with rent. However, they weren't fortunate enough to own the latest fashion and wore the "hand-me-downs" with even Joann wearing her brother's clothes. Around 1917, Alphonse was drafted off into the military and left his family alone and a sweetheart named Noelle Jones off to take his place in the apartment. Fortunately, he survived World War I and he personally believes that his sister's letters along with his lover's allowed him to continue on in the tragic war zones.
Going forth in time, Joann was able to apply for Missouri University (She was part of the shooting club) and compete with other men within the field as her brother went off to work as a manager of a small clothing factory in New York with with now wife, Noelle, and with their first child approaching. This was when Joann acquainted herself with the Arcadia when speaking up with the Captain at a bar one day, ignoring the flirting gestures, and enjoyed the old man's company. Later on, she would later become the pursuer after years of struggle and along the way tragedy had hit. The building in which Alphonse worked in caught in flames and seeing as how there was no permanent firehouses during that time (and rare), the building burnt down with both female factory workers and several employers including himself dying. Noelle at the time was pregnant with their second child and began to pull herself away from reality and bring herself into isolation, and was nearly in shambles. That was until Joann adopted them both into her house out in the outskirts of New York and has raised them ever since.
Anyone with you?: Working at the Arcadia, she does not risk bringing along her family members (her mother or father) and her adopted niece and nephew seeing as how presenting them in rather risque environments would negatively influence them. (Besides, it is against the ship's rules.)
State of Relationship: She is currently single but interested in finding a partner that enjoys caring for children.
Offspring: No biological children but she adopted her older brother's daughter and son:
Liana "Lil' Ann" Caulfield ( Age: 2 )
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Alphonse Jr. Caulfield ( Age: 8 )
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They are currently with their grandparents over in Manhattan, New York and are seeing away their aunt/guardian before the trip to England.
Room number: #48
Pet: Sadly, her Chow Chow "Maverick," (shown above) is unable to go due to the weigh restraints.
Drink/Smoke?: Yes/No.
Celebrity, staff, or passenger?: Joann is the purser of the Arcadia. She takes her job very seriously as being the very few women within the industry with a higher up job and refuses to allow the gender discrimination to ruin her career.
Voice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LTLFM1PiZY (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LTLFM1PiZY)
Other:
*She has a concealed pistol within her cabin room and will travel about in the night shifts with it, keeping herself protected as several drunken men at one point tried to attack her while she was on board.
"Iceberg ahead."
[[ Fixed the typo. Sorry about that xD. ]]
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? Evelyn Caldwell ?
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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 ?
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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.
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Darlene Anderson
"Darlene! Hurry up or you'll be late!" Darlene rushed around her room, making sure she didn't forget anything "Coming!" she yelled as she rushed down the stairs. She could hear her son's giggles as her father tickled him in the living room "Robert! Come kiss mommy goodbye." Darlene chuckled as she knelt down with her arms open. Robert wriggled from his grandfather's hold and charged over to Darlene, a giant toothy smile on his face. Darlene embraced him warmly "I'm going to miss you so much, bug." Robert had been given this nickname due to his interest in insects. "I'm going to miss you too mommy." he said with tears in his eyes, "Robert, why are you crying?" she smiled. Robert backed up and looked at her "You're going away." Darlene wiped away his tears "I'll be back, don't worry." she hugged him again "It makes me hurt when you cry." She could hear Robert's deep inhales as he was trying to calm down.
She released her hold on him and placed her hand on his shoulders, she looked at him, his hazel eyes matched his well toned skin and his dark hair, he resembled his father so much, she gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. "Robert, no need to cry. She will be back." Darlene's mother chimed in "Yeah, bug." her father had entered the room "Besides, we are here to take care of you!" he swiftly grabbed Robert and swung him around before carrying him to the backyard. Their laughs echoed through the halls until they were outside playing a fun game of tag. Darlene stood up and grabbed her bags "Ready?" Darlene nodded and walked out the front door and towards the car. The morning rays laid evenly across her light skin, her auburn hair seemed to glow as the rays hit it. Her white blouse made her eyes look even brighter than normal and her black pants hugged her hips comfortably. Her mother left the house and stood beside her "Beautiful out, isn't it?" Darlene nodded her head "Sure is." She looked at her mother with a smile on her face, Darlene was a spitting image of her.
Darlene and her mother both got into her father's 1930 Minerva AL Cabriolet, with their family friend, James, behind the wheel. "Good morning ladies." he greeted as they finished loading the bags in the trunk "How is your morning going so far?" They all shared their morning events as they drove the Arcadia, "It seems like everyone is doing dandy this morning." Darlene said with a friendly smile "Seems like it." James chuckled. Soon enough the stern of the Arcadia entered their vision, the ship was massive and absolutely gorgeous, it had jet black siding with a red and white waterline. "She's a beauty." James complimented with his an expression of awe on his face. After they were finished staring at the massive ship, James parked the car across the street "Ready Darlene?" Darlene nodded "As ready as I'll ever be." Darlene exited the car and grabbed her bags "I'm going to miss you, mom." Darlene's mother smiled, teary eyed, "I'm going to miss you too." Darlene laid her bags gently onto the ground an hugged her mother "See you soon." Her mother nodded.
They said their goodbyes then Darlene grabbed her bags and walked towards the boat, her palms were becoming a little sweaty as her nervousness grew. One of her bags fell to the ground a busted open, sending her clothing onto the wooden dock. "Darn it." she mumbled to herself as she got onto her knees and began messily throwing them back into the bag. "All aboard!" a man boomed, Darlene quickened her pace and tightened her grip on her bags and made her way over to the ramp. She looked back and saw one of her shirts, a gray blouse, laying on the ground "Are you kidding me?" she grumbled. She looked at the man checking tickets then back to the blouse, she sighed and knew she couldn't risk losing her place in line. She stood their for a few more minutes until it was her turn to hand over her ticket "Ticket ma'am." The man sounded extremely bored, he had a small dark mustache with short hair. "Here you go." she stuck her hand into her pant pocket and pulled out the ticket and handed it to him. He looked it over then handed it back "Enjoy your Voyage." he attempted to put on a smile but failed, Darlene chuckled softly then entered the ship.
Darlene was aw struck once she entered the main hall, it was absolutely beautiful. Once Darlene was finished staring at the interior she made her way to the cabins. Once she reached Cabin 16, she pushed in her key and turned the lock. She entered the room and smiled, even though it wasn't a suite it was nice to her. She set her bags on the floor and plopped onto her bed, she yawned then stretched out. She shot up when she remembered Evelyn Caldwell was aboard, she almost bounced off her bed when she remembered she would get to see her live "I can't wait!" she beamed. She began to dance around her room singing on of Evelyn's songs,she didn't even notice her door was still open.
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Alix Monet
"Uh," the young lady raised her arm, it primed in its point as they came into view of the large ship she was due to reside until they reached England, "Stop here." Alix smiled briefly at the cab driver, collecting a large suitcase and smaller bags and left a small tip for the man at the wheel. Placing her things down on the path, she straightened up as the cab drove off at a slow pace. Furrowing her brow for a moment, she returned her attention to the hull of the ship; it was big... She rolled her shoulders before picking up her suitcase and bags again, dragging them to the ship so she could get on in time. Monet had always been one for tardiness, it was a thing her teachers frowned upon in her educational years, she even arrived late for her role in her 'film', and sometimes respond minutes after being asked something when she was younger. 'It is in your nature,' her father once said to her.
Stumbling towards the man that examined the tickets, she tiredly shoved the ticket she bought into his hands, only barely remembering he would give it back. She huffed, half dragging/carrying her items, down to the cabins. Looking over her ticket for her cabin number, she stood in the corridor, dumbstruck by how luxurious the ship looked so far. Alix found her cabin quickly - Cabin #23 - entering immediately, but was disappointed that she couldn't afford a suite because she wasn't classed as a celebrity. Letting out a irritated huff, she unpacked her things.
Looking over the room, she raised a brow and wondered how the higher class cabins were like but sighed, defeated. She only brought a month supply of clothing, some toiletries, stationery and items she named antique that were important to her. Monet took one last glance over her cabin before locking the door and venturing down in hope to find celebrities or the bar where she would like a cigarette.
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[@Soaring: Accepted, but keep in mind your title is "Purser", not "Pursuer". =) Also, the captain, for now is a NPC, meaning no one player has control over him. Just move him or interact with him as much as you would another bystander. Just keep in mind he thinks he owns the ship, but Joann's really the one running this boat. He's just an obstacle to her for the most part.]
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Lawrence Edward Williams
"Sir, shall I bring her around?" Lawrence who had been deep in the latest book added to his library raised his head to glance over at Garrison, the keeper of his house and his driver for when he wasn't needed onset somewhere. He neatly placed the book on the side table beside his leather armchair and turned the knob on the standing lamp behind him until it was completely off. "Is it that time already? Oh dear, well than I suppose so." He pulled himself out of the chair and quickly grabbed his gray suit jacket and fastened on his black tie. "Right away sir." Garrison's footsteps faded into the distance as he heard him open the door and exit to the front, soon being replaced with the sound of a car's engine humming outside. Lawrence stepped away from the library area of his house and patted his dog Sadie on the head before stepping out of his house and into the ivory limo that awaited him outside with Garrison holding open the door. "Watch your step," Garrison said as he shut the car door behind him and went to take over the steering wheel up front. Lawrence watched his house fade from view as trees began to come into place as they drove down the driveway.
With a loud thud, the trunk of the limo was closed and Garrison stood with his bags in each hand. He nodded to Lawrence and began to follow him towards the port of the cruise ship. Already the media stood ready at the ramp that would bring passengers to the upper deck. He had been given strict orders from his film director to arrive early in order to get passed without being bothered. It seems he wasn't the only one with this plan, as another celebrity probably had boarded before him. He gripped the cold metallic rails as he pushed himself up onto the deck squinting his eyes from the blinding flashes and anonymous questions that emerged from the people behind the cameras. "I'll take care of these. Enjoy you're trip, Mr. Williams." He spoke his thanks and farewells to Garrison who hobbled off to bring his belongings to his suite and quickly leave afterwards.
Sporting a sigh, he paced forward to the upper deck leaning his head over the water. His gaze focused on the glistening waves of the darkened water. He was never one to get sea sick, but watching the waves topple over one another did indeed make him a bit queasy. A honk of a horn sounded from the car park for the port as Lawrence turned his head in suspicion. Sure enough there was Garrison driving away sticking his free hand out the window to wave only leaving Lawrence to do the same smiling, though he was pretty sure he could not see him from that far off.
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♫ Evelyn Caldwell ♫
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Lazying back in her chair for a few more minutes, the dark brunette gave a sigh and decided to get up. Her heels clicking across the wooden floor, she walked by the sailors and to the railing overlooking the lower deck, where photographers and reporters were snapping pictures of some other big name star who waltzed onto the ship. With the paparazzi surrounding the man, Evelyn wasn't able to get a good view of who it was. When the man was able to escape, a reporter glanced up and soon spotted Evelyn. The brunette quickly turned and moved away from the railing before a photographer could get her. Now turned around, she noticed many sailors staring at her with an open mouth. /Not even having the decency to pretend they weren't looking.../ she thought, shaking her head a little.
Her eyes ghosting over the various bodies on the upper deck, she was surprised to find one in a nice grey suit, looking over the ocean. It was a somewhat expensive outfit, one a passenger wasn't likely to wear. As the man turned to look over at a car beeping, Evelyn immediately recognized him. "Lawrence Williams?" Evelyn smiled a little. "Cruise lines really know how to plan their celebrities, hm? Put an innocent young actor like you and Evelyn and her Vices on the same ship-" Her joking manner faded quickly as she noticed his somewhat sick looking features. Careful not to show too much concern, the singer raised an eyebrow to the man's sickly expression. "You okay? Sailing a new thing for you or somethin'?" The woman moved to lean on the rail beside her new acquaintance.
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● Clarence Price ●
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"Last call for staff members and passengers! Report immediately!" Clarence jolted awake, not realizing he had fallen asleep. It was nicely warm out and very comfortable for a doze. /Might as well continue looking for celebrities./ Nearing the stairs for the upper deck, he paused. Remembering Evelyn had gone up there, Clarence thought it better not to go up there just yet. Turning a corner, he bumped into a woman that he vaguely recognized. "Oof!... Oh, hey there, baby," the girl purred. Clarence stared at her with a blank look, trying for the life of him to remember what the hell her name was.
Giving up, he simply gave a polite smile and asked, "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
The woman, to his surprise, didn't look offended by his poor memory, but instead smiled seductively. "Not really, but we can change that," she said quietly. Before he knew it, she grabbed his jacket and pulled him forward. Before she could plant one on him, the man got to his senses and pulled back the best he could. The girl's eyes fixed on his and she gave him a small smile. "The name's Lust. I don't need to know your name. I just need your room number," she purred.
The Englishman's eyes widened and, as she leaned in to seduce him further, he placed his hands on top of her's. A bit confused by this move, the Vice froze. Clarence then removed the hands from his jacket. "Um- no- no thank you," he replied, his voice cracking a little.
Lust, looking a bit confused, gave a small shrug. "Well, I'm sure you'll get lonely on this trip. If you need something, I'm in suite 7," she replied, soon walking past him to seduce another passenger not a minutes later. This was almost an every day occurrence for the Vice, often wandering off on her own away from the other three to seduce men.
Clarence, his heart racing and his face flushed, decided to try and avoid the Vices and their mistress the rest of the trip if he could. Loosening his tie, he went towards the front of the ship. People were finishing boarding and he opened his camera bag. Trying to calm himself, he held onto the camera to give his body a task to distract himself from the recent event. Looking around, he spotted the purser, a female to his surprise, waving her hat in the air as she shouted the last call. Standing behind the woman, he noticed the beautiful city landscape with its people as the background. Lifting his camera, he had to wait to snap the best photo, but finally got it: the blonde, her hand in the air, waving her hat, and the people all around shouting their goodbyes. Lowering his camera again, he began to wander the deck in the hope of getting another good shot.
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Mmm-Hmm...............-.- Err... the, the who was it? huh? oh yeah.... the guy, with err. no mustache.
the dude who killed everyone is MEEEEE!!!!!!! MWA HAHAHAHAHA HAAAAA!!!!! what?
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Darlene Anderson
Darlene heard a soft chuckling, she froze in her place then slowly turned around, in the doorway stood an elderly woman "Oh!" Darlene jumped in surprise and covered her face in embarrassment. The woman flashed a friendly mile "Oh, no need to be embarrassed! I was just like you when I had my youth." Darlene uncovered her face and shared a laugh with the woman "Oh where are my manners? My name is Darlene." Darlene extended her hand to greet the woman. The woman shook her hand "My name is Anita. It's nice to meet you my dear." Darlene took a step back to look at the woman's features, she had silver hair that was pinned up into a very neat bun. She wore a white dress skirt with a matching blouse, she carried a silver bag with many buttons on it. The woman had a very wrinkled face, she had very blue eyes with round rimmed glasses. "Are you here with anyone?" Darlene knew she had to be married, judging by the ring on her finger. "Oh yes! My husband, his name is William. We come decided to board The Arcadia for our 60th anniversary." Darlene almost gasped "Sixty years?" She wished she and Robert could have shared a 60th anniversary. "Yeah. Sixty years alright. But it doesn't seem like it has been that long. It's seems like it was just yesterday that we were dancing under the stars at our wedding." Darlene smiled "Where is he now?" Anita laughed "Probably off at the buffet, he adores food." Darlene laughed along with her.
After they shared a few more words they said their goodbyes then went their own way. Darlene left her cabin to go look around the ship. Many well dressed people were aboard, many of them had a swarm of cameramen behind them, snapping pictures. "I don't think I could live like that. Always being followed by strange people." Darlene shuddered at the thought of people constantly taking pictures of her. With her sketchpad in hand she made her way out to the main deck. She took her seat on a wooden chair that was facing away from the docks, she looked over the blue water and smiled. She flipped to a clean page and began to draw a portrait of her son and his father. Many people stopped to watch her for a few moments, throwing compliments at her with a friendly smile. Some even gave her their number so he could possibly draw for them. Darlene politely declined their offers, she didn't want their money, this was all just fun. Due to all the talking Darlene was taking longer drawing her picture than is normally would have. Darlene answered a few more questions before moving to a more isolated area on the deck to finish her drawing.
(Sorry that this is short T.T)
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Joann Caulfield
"Thank goodness they're coming in..." Her voice trailed off much to her astonishment that the passengers and the staff members were able to clearly hear her orders as she sighed softly with a grin forming onto her face. However, the sound of a flash startled her as her hand flinched from the shock with her hand releasing the hat. In a moment of panic and instinct, she extended out her other hand to grab onto the hat as she leaned over the railing with her hand grabbing onto the steel railing as she bit down onto her tongue. 'Oh god! Do not slip out from my fingers! This is my second hat!' The metallic taste of blood spread over her taste buds as she gripped tightly onto the rim of her cap and as Joann took a deep breath. As she eased herself away from the railing, she shifted the hand downward to cover her eyes as she heard several males laughing in the distance much to her dismay. Knowing that the male staff members saw her frightened episode, Her vision glances over her shoulder to find herself watching the backside of a man walking off and she took a deep breath yet again to reassure herself that no one desired her to fall over the railing and kill herself...for the time being. The pursuer soon scurried off when one of the staff members called her over and she overheard the announcement on the speakers. "Attention passengers! We are now going to depart from the docks!"
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// Sorry, but I'm going to be inactive as of late due to an overload of school work.//
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[@Axe: That's completely fine! Homework definitely comes first. When you're free, you can jump in whenever.]
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[Top, left to right: Envy, Greed // Bottom, left to right: Lust, Wrath] The three, all lazying around in their room, looked over at the door as Lust entered. The blonde seemed to be adjusting her outfit a bit and Envy rolled her eyes. "Can't ya stop bein'- well, you for a second, Lust," she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.
The blonde giggled and landed on the bed Envy was sitting on. "Nope!" Lust was the youngest of the four Vices and it was obvious in her actions and her words. Each had their own thing they were recognized for: Lust for her young beauty, Envy for her calculating and quiet nature, Greed for her gambling and drinking, and Wrath for her sharp attitude and quick wit.
While the two bickered a little, Greed and Wrath played cards with Greed, as always, winning. Wrath, getting upset due to losing for the fourth time in the row, got up and went to the door. "C'mon, girls. Let's socialize," Wrath said, walking out the door. Envy followed her. Lust and Greed took a bit more time, but soon spotted the two other vices going towards the back of the ship. Looking over the railing, the four noticed the ship had begun to move. The three were questioning why Wrath wanted to socialize at the back of the ship since most people were in the front of the ship. "Photographers," Wrath answered simply. The three nodded their understanding and followed the eldest of them to where a young woman sat drawing.
The clicks of their heels would probably announce their arrival, but the four could care less. Envy's eyes landed on the drawing and she smiled. "Who're they," she asked the woman, nodding her head towards the drawing. Lust had gotten distracted by a seagull, gluing herself to the railing as she observed the birds flying over head and the few that landed on the ship. Greed sat down in a chair a foot or two away from the artist, draping an arm over the chair as she faced Envy and the woman. Wrath, leaned against the railing opposite of Lust, facing the artist and her two other vices, not finding the ocean particularly interesting.
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Lawrence Edward Williams
His tender fingers gripped the rail to keep himself steady as he brought his second hand down to his side after the brief wave to Garrison, the limo slowly fading into the city streets behind the port. The cameramen below continued to press on about what the world wanted to know as some other celebrities boarded the boat, many of whom he wasn't quite familiar with. One, meeting his gaze shifted his camera above his head taking a photo on instant and turning back to the rest of the media crowd. Lawrence shook his head beginning to turn around when he almost jumped in surprise as a figure was approaching him. He straightened his posture and smiled as he got a second glance at who the approaching female figure was.
"Lawrence Williams?" Said the voice that belonged to the female. A voice he had heard may times before that belonged to a particular person. He bowed his head respectfully to the woman in front of him who was no other but Evelyn Caldwell. "Hello, Ms. Caldwell. Enjoying the morning, then?" Lawrence placed his hands in his trouser pockets as he continued to smile at the nearing celebrity. "Cruise lines really know how to plan their celebrities, hm? Put an innocent young actor like you and Evelyn and her Vices on the same ship-" She continued to say as a brief pause over took the conversation when he realized that she had a sudden look of light concern. "You okay? Sailing a new thing for you or somethin'?" A light wave a nausea hit his stomach as he placed a shaky hand on his abdomen trying his best to make himself look fine and normal. "Oh, I'm fine. Just a little motion sickness. Traveling by boat ins't a common thing for me," he said to the singer returning to a normal stance.
Shouts from the ship's crew started out on the top command floor as the ship began to move and the port becoming farther away from the side of the Cruise. "Though I must admit, the horizon above the sea is such a beautiful sight to sea." His hand grazed across his hair making sure it was still slicked back with no ends sticking up. "It's a shame that I don't do this more often." Lone seagulls circled the clear blue sky as they made their usual annoying squawks before flying out into the sea creating the image of the popular 'V' bird shape. "I asume you're on tour then? A beautiful voice like yours must be wanted by the ears of many all over the world." He looked away from the seagulls and focussed on the dark-haired woman leaning on the rail beside him as the ship drew away from land.
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♫ Evelyn Caldwell ♫
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"Oh, I'm fine. Just a little motion sickness. Traveling by boat isn't a common thing for me," the actor replied and she nodded. She'd been there. Her first boat ride was no walk in the park. "Though I must admit, the horizon above the sea is such a beautiful sight to see. It's a shame that I don't do this more often." Evelyn shrugged and looked out at the horizon and sighed. "I suppose... After so many trips, you kind of get tired of it." The woman leaned back against the railing, her focus lazily on the horizon.
"I assume you're on tour then? A beautiful voice like yours must be wanted by the ears of many all over the world."Almost forgetting about being the seductive, strong diva that she was, Evelyn straightened up a bit. Smiling at the compliment, she shook her head. "Nah. We're just taking a bit of a vacation. Of course, we'll probably perform here and there, but it's not what we're going to be there for." Getting off of the railing, she walked around the upper deck a little. "So, what're you going there for? Big movie?" The singer began to drift towards the back of the boat, but on the upper deck still. She could spot Lust from a distance staring at the birds. Going towards the center of the upper deck, she could now spot Wrath on the other railing observing something on the lower deck, unseen to the singer. "If I don't keep track of those four, God knows what trouble they'll get in to," Evelyn said. The thought was to herself, but she generally said it, not caring if Lawrence took notice of her comment or not.
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~Bump
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Sorry I haven' been able to post. I'm not at my house right now u.u)