The Voyage of Titanic -

"The only misunderstanding I've had," Sophia addresses William, "was that you'd shrugged me off when I'd thought I stumbled your ghosts. You seemed like someone who prefers indifference rather than understanding - and that's something of a turn-off for me."

She rubs her nose. "To keep being ordinary like all the rest, when you could have found your uniqueness. That is a great sin in living."

Beneath the ship's stabbing bow, the waters roar and tumble as Titanic slices through tumultuous space. The call of seagulls passing by.

Sophia glances at him once more, with another question at mind. "I must ask.. before dissuading you, what was it you were chasing after? You have a reason, coming up to see me. You wouldn't have done so otherwise; you could be sitting down elsewhere, chatting up any other person. But you're here now. Tell me why?"

edited 5th Jul '11 3:29:22 PM by QQQQQ

"I'm not sure if I know what you mean when you're talking about the ghosts. They sound like different ones than mine, but I'm a bad listener." William shrugs. "I came after you because I thought you might be gone. Why are you out in the open air? Are you going to fly so soon?"

The men around them might think he's flirting, calling the girl an angel, but William half-expects Sophia to sprout wings.

Fly, William said? Fly?

"I came out here because I'll miss it otherwise," Sophia says. A vaguish idea begins to sprout in her head, and you can see a spark in her movements. "Come here, Will— stand right beside me, at the very tip."

And immediately, she pulls him over by the arm without asking - she's excited to show someone an aspect of her inner world.

"See ahead? The colourful sunset crawling down the end?" she says. "Just close your eyes and face the sun. Then when you can feel the wind blowing your face over, tell me, and I'll lift your arms up like a bird."

She pauses, smiling ever so innocently.

"I promise, everything will be fine."

edited 5th Jul '11 3:53:27 PM by QQQQQ

lol James Cameron shoutout

William looks to Bianca, who gives him an encouraging smile. She's sitting on the railing, her dress and shawl blowing in the wind, and the baby still twitching nightmarishly. He screws his eyes shut tightly and waits for it, trying to make himself come loose. The wind is blowing in his face, but surely she means something more? A certain feeling? The feeling of flying, perhaps?

Oh, what the hell. She's an angel. She can do anything.

He forces his muscles to obey and nods.

edited 5th Jul '11 5:22:54 PM by snowfoxofdeath

Edmund smiled and rolled his eyes at the slight girl's romantic chatter. Oh, to be so young and innocent again. He sighed wistfully, reminded of his own youthful flirtations with the woman who was now his wife. He couldn't quite discern Sophia's age, but it was hard to think of her as anything other than a child, and he felt a patronizing but well-intentioned sympathy for her.

Her silly talk of ghosts annoyed him, however. Seeing credulity and desperation taken advantage of by blasphemous charlatans sickened him. Anybody who claimed to know of the spirit world was mad, arrogant, looking for an easy but dishonest dollar, or some mixture of the three. Any quick-witted miscreant with a quick eye, clever tongue, and no qualms about sapping money from grieving widows could throw a séance, and he was tempted to do the same. Later, of course, and free of charge. With a demonstration of his chicanery later.

For now he remained silent, watching the silly flirtations with a subtle smile.

edited 5th Jul '11 5:44:45 PM by KillerClowns

Marla was an adorable little girl, dressed in a simple pale yellow gown that she would be comfortable in for the voyage. A plushy, stubby-finned white toy seal sat in her arms.

"I was eating apples," she said to Gabe.

The rather large dark-haired man in the black suit who had been sitting with his back to Gabe turned to face her, as did the woman he was talking to. They must've been Marla's parents. Despite the mother's makeup and fine clothes, the mother felt oddly... plain; not really aristocratic at all. The father, on the other hand, had rather handsome features that made him seem a little less intimidating.

"Evening, miss," he said.

"Hi, Daddy." Marla gave him a tiny wave.

Looking up from the child, Gabe saw the two speak up. "Ah, so you two are the child's parents?"

Looking them over, Gabe could help but smile. A handsome man, his wife, and their adorable young child. They seemed to Gabe the very image of a family. Deep down, a part of her was jealous of the child. She had both her parents, and was with them at her age. Gabe couldn't claim either when she was that age.

But Gabe pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, and introduced herself. "Where are my manners? Gabriel Rockwell, pleased to meet you."

edited 5th Jul '11 4:56:53 PM by GIG

James Cameron?

Sophia gives an encouraging nod, watching him steady himself at the narrow point, him closing his eyes and letting his pent-up tension blow into the air. There is a serenity then, when it seems as if everything else need not matter - that it is alright to feel again.

William doesn't need to speak.

She inches herself behind him, leaning her head by his, and she reaches under his arms and holds them up to the wind.

Merp. Simply checking.

edited 5th Jul '11 6:01:34 PM by QQQQQ

Derp =_=

William feels that he's missing the point when the first thing that comes to mind is Jesus on the cross. This is completely different. He's free.

Alexia entered the deck with a bag of wrapped taffy in her hands. She smelled the salt-water air, which reminded her of the bobbing boats near the Thames. The clear sky with the lowering sun provided a peaceful backdrop for her leisure. The bright blue sky above and the yellow rim at the horizon? Without the urban line blocking it, she could enjoy a rural sunset.

She was relieved that all three classes converged at the deck. People won't think of her as a snob.

She spotted the woman with the Spanishy accent and the piano player from the third-class longe. She smiled in amusement. It was a small world after all. She approached them. Maybe their second impressions would be better?

edited 5th Jul '11 6:02:44 PM by chihuahua0

Jesse sighed as his question went unanswered, turning to look around him instead and wondering if he should go get dinner.

Night folks.

Further along the deck, Christopher Deshuna pretended to watch the sunset. To all outward appearances, he was your typical third class passenger, probably travelling to New York in search of work. This was not, however, the reason that Christopher had boarded the ship. In actual fact, Christopher already had work. He was working right now.

More specifically, he was looking for a brooch. A particular brooch, one which outwardly appeared to have no extraordinary value, but which was of great sentimental value to its owner, Christopher's client. Christopher was by no means certain that the brooch was on board this ship, but he was following the only remaining lead he had. There were over 3500 passengers on board this ship, and any one of them could be the culprit. In order to discover them, he would have to keep his eyes open, and his profile low.

In the meantime, though, he would have to admit that it was a really nice sunset.

edited 5th Jul '11 8:13:23 PM by BobbyG

Sophia and I retire from this thread. I post something in the discussion place why.

Sophia suddenly has the urge to go to the washroom, and she sprints all the way inside where she finds a nice stall to relieve herself in.

edited 5th Jul '11 10:10:32 PM by QQQQQ

His eyes fly open, and he watches her run.

It was inevitable. The angel has returned to a heaven ruled by a loveless God.

Inevitable. He mutters it out loud. Bianca tilts her head at him and he gulps. Sophia had done her duty on this earth. William doubts that God allowed this, to help William. God had made it quite clear that he didn't give a shit about him. What if Sophia was being punished by him now?

He turns back to the other gentlemen and then sees that rich girl again. Why won't she leave him alone?

edited 5th Jul '11 10:17:44 PM by snowfoxofdeath