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Post by Pebble on Oct 7, 2016 3:52:29 GMT
The sound of somebody knocking on her door roused her from her sleep. "Mistress Alula, are you awake?" Came a voice, muffled by the wooden door. Alula was not that of a normal lady and would instead roll over and groan grumpily. "Mistress Alula! You need to get ready!" The voice had turned that into a more annoyed voice, like a mother scolding a child. Alula couldn't help but crack a small smile. She finally swung her legs out of bed, stretching ceremoniously. "Come on in, Adelaide." She spoke and the door opened, revealing the maid. She was somewhere in her forties with small laugh wrinkles around her bright, wise eyes. She closed the door behind her. "Hurry, miss. You wouldn't want to be late." She said, rushing Alula behind the changing curtain. Oh? What was the occasion? Oh yeah! The Titanic! Today the... family would be boarding the Titanic to travel to America. The unsinkable ship, they said. Even God himself couldn't sink it. Took them three years. Adelaide helped put the corset on Alula and she couldn't help but start to wonder when women learned not to breathe. As soon as Adelaide was fonished, Alula slipped her dress on, allowing it to cascade down her body. Adelaide smiled approvingly. Alula sat at her dresser, picking up her brush as Adelaide rushed about to pack her suit case. Alula hummed as she brushed out her long, dirty blonde hair, allowing it to rest in light waves on her shoulders. Satisfied and presentable, she left Adelaide to do her business and applied her laced high heels to her feet before leaving. She walked down the hall towards the smell of food before stopping to pause at Benedict's room. To her, he was quite the handsome gentleman. She would even admit she had developed a kind of crush on him. She sighed dreamily and climbed down the stairs, entering the dinning room where breakfast was already laid out. Dean, Sam, and Fawn were already there. Already eating. They weren't big on religion but they were wealthy. This made Alula quite a bit spoiled. Fawn glanced up at her before continuing to eat, brushing her blonde hair back and careful not to allow any drops of food on her dress. "Good morning, father." Alula greeted like a proper young lady. She was a proper lady on the outside, but on the inside she was as rowdy as any boy. She claimed her spot next to him and began filling her plate quietly.
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Post by Timur on Oct 7, 2016 15:49:53 GMT
Benny was still getting dressed in his room when Alu came by. He was raised to be a gentlemen, at least so far, so that's exactly how he would act and feel. He finished doing whatever it was however rich people did it and followed in her footsteps to the dining room. The others were already there, he must of been late. "Please excuse my tardiness." the male said, a hint of shyness and slight embarrassment in his tone. No you couldn't be tardy, that was bad. He was on the path to becoming a proper gentlemen, what gentlemen was late? So he quickly sat down in his usual seat, and would proceed to do whatever it was rich people did for meals.
Dean, well Dean hadn't changed much. He was still rash and impulsive, and still despised salads. He was probably one of the only passengers who didn't think the ship was unsinkable. That was ridiculous, everything broke at one point. Every ship sank eventually. Yes he wore the fancy clothes, only because he hated how people snickered and talked behind his back about him when he didn't. He only acted anything close to a gentlemen in public, for the same reason. However when he was in the confines of his own house? All manners and politeness went out the window. Burgers sadly weren't on the menu as of now, but were it up to him they would be. Alu came and of course was polite. Obviously. "Hello." he replied, the 'h' not being pronounced as much as it should. After a few moments, "Am I the only one who doesn't believe all these lies?" Dean asked, a bit of food on his fork, ready to put in his mouth. At Sam's question he sighed. "About the titanic! I don't believe this pile of "unsinkable" crap for a second, and you shouldn't either." he said, using the form mentioned earlier to point at them. And of course Sam wanted him to be "mannerly" and "polite", he thought that was a steamy pile of crap and wouldn't comply for a second. "You know what I say? Screw that, who cares?" Dean shot back, ignoring the look Sam gave him and ate the food on his fork.
Sam was as expected. He was a gentlemen, using his manners at all times. He wore what he was expected to wear, and tried to meet social standards as often as he could. One of those was that he'd be married by now, but that was one he hadn't met yet. Though Sam planned to change that soon, in 3(?) days to be exact. Fawnpelt also had no spouse, likely because she was a foreigner who came to England at an older age unmarried. That would soon be "fixed" as well, if things went right. Though he wasn't going to propose just because society expected to, he was going to propose because he loved her, he loved her a lot. The ring he had bought recently sat in his pocket, hidden away from sight until he was ready to propose. He planned to do that on her birthday, they would be on the Titanic then, but it would definitely be worth it. Back to the not-ramblings, Sam would be seated besides Fawnpelt, neatly eating his breakfast and careful not to spill a single crumb. He was happy here right now, then of course Dean had to ruin it with his not-manners. "Lies about what?" Sam asked, as it was polite to respond to someone's question. And of course it was about the titanic. Sam politely set down his eating utensil, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Dean, please do not wave your fork around with food on it. It is impolite and disrespectful, and it doesn't do anything for your reputation." Sam said, giving his older brother a stern look. This was a big ground for argument between the two, always had been always would be. Dean replied again, and Sam shot him another, more stern look. "I care" he said, and saw that Dean ate again so he took another bite of his breakfast.
And then there was kid Dean. He must of changed the most. He was no longer the terrified, depressed child that cried at everything and got scared at anything. He was, well actually a child. Care-free, playful, stubborn, everything he had been before he had undergone the events that shaped him all too early in life. Dean was also late, but he didn't care. He ran down the stairwell yelling at his imaginary friend "You can't catch me!" in the way a regular five year old would, and let out a giggle and a laugh of joy. "I'll race you to breakfast!" he added, running as fast as he could towards the table where the food was located, ignoring the scuff marks his shoes made on the floor.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 7, 2016 16:13:04 GMT
Alula was silent for most of the argument between her father and uncle, silently eating her pancake. She wished not to argue with older men. Not to mention, it was simply disrespectful. Instead, she would briefly glance up at Benedict before focusing on her pancake. Mmm. One of the best. Almost exactly how her mother cooked it. Her attention was caught at the awkward silence. "Well. Nothing like some excitement in the morning, no?" She spoke, breaking the silence. "Agreed." Came Fawn's voice. Dean jr. came running in. As usual.
"Dean! You know better than that, no running in the house!" Fawn scolded her son. "Let alone yelling." She added quietly, setting her fork down and dabbing her mouth with a napkin. She would fix her son with a cold and scolding stare, hoping he got the point before she would have to take a switch to him. She sighed, tired if his "friend" stuff. He was only a child, yes, but being a single mother... twas rough on her.
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Post by Timur on Oct 7, 2016 23:36:49 GMT
Dean was honestly quite fond of his imaginary friend. He wasn't the best at socializing so his young brain found other ways to fill the needs. He charged into the dining room at full speed ahead when his mother spoke. He respected her, so tried to stop. But he couldn't stop in time and ended up barreling right into the table, knocking over the syrup. It hit the floor with a loud sound, the bottle shattered, and syrup went everywhere. Dean himself was on the floor, dazed from his collision with the table. He'd have a good bump on his head later. He rubbed him head and whimpered, unhappy with the pain accompanied by crashing into the table, and still unaware that he spilled the syrup. Whoops.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 8, 2016 0:54:43 GMT
Alula would only calmly look at Dean Jr. She huffed. He had broken the syrup bottle. And made a mess. Somebody was in trouble. Lucky for her, nothing had spilled on her.
Of course it had to be her son. Fawn would close her eyes, taking in a calm breath. Usually, men were the ones to beat their boys. But she didn't have a man. "Dean, honey, go get yourself changed. We will talk about your punishment later." Her voice was calm despite screaming on the inside. A few maids would rud u out, moving to quickly clean up the mess and usher the young boy to his room to clean him up.
Alula covered her mouth, hiding her smile as she snickered, trying to stop herself from laughing. Talk about excitment! She was never like this, and as far as she knew, Benedict had never acted like this either.
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Post by Timur on Oct 8, 2016 1:17:00 GMT
Sam jumped when the table was hit and the syrup fell, not used to such surprises. A part of him wanted to scold Dean, act like his father, but he didn't. Dean was Fawpelt's kid and it would be a disrespect to her for him to scold Dean. So he held it in, watching silently as she handled the situation herself.
The maids rushed in and that snapped him out of his daze, and then mother Fawnpelt's voice sounded. Punishment? He swallowed nervously. He didn't want to be punished, punishments were never good. It was only an accident! He didn't mean to knock over the syrup! And being the emotional little five/six year old he was, Dean couldn't help but start tearing up. He spilled all the syrup, that was really bad. Now he had to go to his room to clean up, and hopefully not repeat the same events. "Yes mother." he said before getting up and solemnly walking up the stairs with the maids to do as told. Dean heard Alu snickering, and had to squeeze his eyes shut as to not cry. Was it really that bad?
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Post by Pebble on Oct 8, 2016 2:12:22 GMT
Fawn sighed deeply, already iritated in the first few hours of the day. She turned to the others with an apologetic smile. "I am sorry for what my son has done. Please excuse him, as he is only a child." She spoke, embarrassment hiding in her tone as she heard Alula snickering. Great. They would be leaving soon... good for her she figured.
Alula scooted back from the table. "Excuse me." She couldn't hide her smile as she rose from the table and skipped upstairs. She went into her room, finding the suitcase packed and Adelaide missing. On her bed was Simon, the cat of the house. "Pity I can't take you with me, Simon." She spoke, running her hand of the black Tom's fur. She then went to tracing the markings on the dull pink suitcase. Her father would call her when they were leaving, she was sure.
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Post by Timur on Oct 17, 2016 2:08:19 GMT
The famous ship. Unsinkable. They would be perfectly safe, the safest you could ask for on their trip to the Americas. That's what Sam would think. Dean did want to go to the Americas too, and even if he didn't buy the unsinkable crap he would go along. Benny decided to stick by Alu's side for the trip, and that's where he would be currently. Sam was by Fawn's side. None of them had their bags since they were being carried for them, so this left Sam free to attempt to do the thing where they were like holding arms whatever it was called. If you click anywheres in this sentence it'll bring you to a picture of what I'm trying to say. Benny would notice this and attempt to do the same. That's what he was supposed to do right? And there it was. The masterpiece herself. The titanic that would take them to the Americas. Dean wasn't as awestruck as Benny was, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. It looked sweet. And four smokestacks? That thing had to have some power. Sam too was happy, and even a little awestruck at the events that would soon take place. Well what he thought would happen. The ring was still neatly tucked away in his pocket, waiting patiently for its time to shine. The Americas would be a new start for everyone on the voyage, why not include a new family? He couldn't help but wonder if anyone else would be proposing on the ship as well. Well he was going to. Sam looked over to Fawn with a smile, unable to(not that he would) hide the love that would shine in his eyes for her. "Ready?" he asked, the corners of his eyes would reveal excitement for the voyage.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 17, 2016 2:15:09 GMT
Alula was perfectly happy with Benny by her side. However, as he looped his arm with hers, she couldn't help but blush. In which was hidden when she instead focused on the Titanic. This thing was beautiful! Perfectly safe, so she thought. As they neared the ramp, Alula could smell the fresh paint on her, almost loving it. Wait. Almost wasn't the word. She did love it. Not just because it smelt awesome and she would be boarding this but, because Benny seemed more than happy to remain at her side. Contact with him was amazing too her. However, out of the corner of her eyes she couldn't help but spit a few rowdy boys vying for her attention. She ignored them however.
Fawn knew how to loop. She would gladly loop her arm with Sam, laying her free hand across his forearm as this wad the proper way. She was amazed by the how big the ship was, brilliant green eyes wide and sparkling with such excitement. It settled in her stomach. She nodded to Sam as he spoke. "I am indeed. She is beautiful." She breathed, voice filled with awe. They were nearing the ramp and she couldn't help but look around and spot Benny and Alu. Puppy love, was it called?
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Post by Timur on Oct 17, 2016 3:54:18 GMT
Puppy love would be an accurate term. Dean wasn't happy with it mostly due to Benedict's age, but with the times Alu would be marrying soon, he couldn't keep her away from the guys forever. Maybe in America it was different. However right now he would focus on the ship in front of them.
Benedict would experience a similar emotions. A feeling of, would excitement be the word? rising up in his chest, happy to be by her side. Wanting to be by her side. Benny didn't notice the guys who were trying to get her attention, and in all honesty when it came down too it he probably wouldn't be able to chase them away or anything. He was lucky that she ignored them, that she wanted him instead of them. Maybe he would get her something on the titanic, a souvenir. Maybe, if he got really lucky, they would kiss. The possibilities whirled around in his mind, almost causing his knees to feel weak. But he didn't show it and instead followed the adults as they went up to the titanic.
"I agree." Sam said. He let out a soft sigh. This was beautiful. A beautiful ship for a beautiful occasion, a beautiful journey they were about to take. He hadn't felt this giddy since he was a little boy playing football in the field when he scored his first goal. That had been a while ago, in fact it was before his mother had died. He was glad that he had Fawnpelt here with him as they took that first step onto the bridge like structure that would take them to the Titanic.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 17, 2016 4:05:14 GMT
Of course Dean wasn't happy; since when was he happy? It took quite a lot to impress her father, Alula knew. Even more for him to give his blessing to the man who wished to court the young girl. She herself wishes actually to not marry. Sometimes, plans didn't go as planned though. She sighed before stepping onto the ramp, making sure to keep the adults in front of her. What lady would she be to loose track of her family? A damsel on distress. She wished not to have the attention on her.
Fawn nodded, silent as the made their way onto the ramp, following after others in a stream like line. People talking was drowning out almost all other sounds and the buzz of excitement was in the air. This. It was amazing.
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Post by Timur on Oct 18, 2016 2:10:51 GMT
Dean would be Dean, it'd be incredibly hard to earn his blessings. At least he had some control over who his daughter married, he was happy for that. Dean in fact would try to bring up the rear, so that at least he knew he didn't loose Alu or Benny or the other Dean or Birch. Or anyone for that matter. So it'd take a bit for Alu to get completely lost. He wasn't the most happy that Benny took her arm, but it would possibly keep other boys away from her, so that was a plus. Rather Benny than a stranger. So they would walk up onto the titanic in a crappy post and a crappy sentence.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 18, 2016 2:26:19 GMT
Pity it was. The shadow of the Titanic casted over them and Alu couldn't help but feel chills crawl down her spine and back up again. A man welcome them onto the ship and immediately Alula was thrown into what she felt paradise. No way could you get lost on a ship, right? Oh how she wanted to explore! But. That wasn't very lady like, now was it? Keep yourself in check Alula! Chin up, eyes straight forward. Look important. At this point Pebble was just spewing out words but eh. Who cares, right? She sighed in awe, eyes wide as she gazed at the beautiful walls and decorations. Oh the deck was probably just as beautiful!
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Post by Timur on Oct 18, 2016 3:01:04 GMT
Benny noticed that Alu adjusted herself a little, but in that little she looked important, more first class and rich and all that. So he would try to mirror her. Make him seem like he was important. Who would he be to not look important walking with someone who did? He probably got it a little off, but it was better than nothing. After a bit the male noticed just how pretty everything was, including the one besides him. Maybe... "This is quite beautiful, the ship. Much like you, is it not?" he said, a not-so-subtle attempt to flirt. It could go wrong he knew, but he thought it was worth a shot.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 18, 2016 3:08:59 GMT
Alu would cast him a look if surprise. She would then look away to hide the blush that had rose to her freckled cheeks, stifling a giggle. "Oh such a gentlement!" She praised, still avoiding looking at him because of the blush. Oh he knew how to make a girl feel wanted! She was glad it was him at her side for now. He knew. Wonder where he had learned it from, though. Surely not Sam. Her uncle did little of that flirting. Dean however... maybe so. She just couldn't get over the fact he had called her beautiful.
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