The Ship Of Dreams: A Titanic Rp [Please do not delete]

[kai ;]

(( Any Free Charries? ))

[lucee]

Grace Jones
I shook my head slightly and turned to rummage through my bag to get out the clothes I wanted. I noticed the shirt on the floor, and picked it up. Spray. Wind. Alex. I screwed it up and put it in the corner of my bag, swallowing. I untied my hair and brushed it through. It smelled of salt. And Alex. I frowned and ignored that part. Why did life have to be so... so... difficult. Frustrating. Heartbraking. Cruel. Looking up, I watched Alex's shadow move around a bit. After a while, that seemed a bit stalker-ish to me, so I lay down on the bunk and stared at the ceiling.

[kai ;]

(( @Wolves.at.midnight Happy Birthday!! ))

[lucee]

(Thanks!)

[lucee]

(Okay, I've started random.org-ing some survivors. huh? 17? That's grace! I wanted to kill her off horribly and dramatically! >:( humph. random decides. grr stupid brain)

[.:Bailey:.]

Raven looked at Amelia, "I can't be bothered with men, my father won't allow it." She said and then tilted her head to the side. "Why don't you just make your maid get the ice?" She asked. Slightly confused.

Amelia stood at the door and smiled softly. That was strange normally a father would trying to find the best man for his daughter or daughter. "I don't want her to be bothered" she said her cheeks flushing slightly pink. She walked out shutting the door quietly behind her. She walked down the hall listening to her short heels click on the hard wood floor.

[darĸнowl]

(( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOLVESSS!!!!!! <3 ))

Alex emerged from the small bathroom in old clothes he had always used at pajamas, and stuffed his other clothes away. He sighed, glancing at Grace for a moment. Then he climbed into his warm bunk and buried himself in the covers. He laid on his side, staring at the wall, a little confused at what happened tonight.

[dangan-twerka]

"Nah, I doubt it," He said.

"But it's so good..." Ingrid said, her voice trailing off.

[We should totally have the
"Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls"
scene with Jack and Ingrid XD]

[Nicnova]

(Lol, yea)

"you can look at them if you like," Jack said, handing her his sketchbook.

[dangan-twerka]

Ingrid smiled, grabbing onto the notebook and turned its pages gently with her long, skinny fingers. "Wow..." she said, amazed at the drawings.