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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 10, 2009 12:50:50 GMT -5
 John and Heidi's Room  Heidi and John  The Henderson Bedroom John: I want the finest one on the ship. The valet was already taking things onto the board. Steward: Step lightly, mam! |
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 10, 2009 12:56:28 GMT -5
 Heidi: John, I'm extremely tired from this trip! Let's go to our stateroom. "Don't you want a tour, my love?" Out in the hall, they could hear many gossips. Victoria: What would she do with a handsome man like John Henderson? Heidi knows those snitches are talking about her! She didn't come from a very wealthy family, so, they rub her the wrong way! Heidi was raised and born in Ireland. Denmark, to be exact! Irish women were always treated like "new money." Second class! Sarah giggled. "I... heard he felt sorry for her." Heidi: Do you hear that crap!?! Heidi's mother Ira had insisted on having her own room. One adjacent from theirs', down across the halls. Heidi had just laughed and told her to come get them if she wanted the same room. Heidi's mother was a very short woman. She was a rich suburban Irish woman who married a farmer named Jacques. Jacques was a French man who's mother married his Irish step- father, Ardan. You see, her family disapproved and threw her out, warning her that if she didn't divorce him, they would disown her! Not giving her a penny! Ira had tried her best to fit back in with her social group, but the upper class wouldn't be so easy to forgive! She had to learn to work and cook and sew, "claiming" to have worked like a slave. Ira: And the smell of rats!?! It was horrible! Countess: God! How awful!  |
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 10, 2009 12:58:10 GMT -5
 Back in steerage, everyone was focusing on Jack dancing with a Swedish girl, Marie. She was his sweetheart from the time they were little.  Jack Dawson- Leo with long hair, mustache, and green eyes They were clapping and beating to the music. |
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 10, 2009 22:03:22 GMT -5
 Marie |
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 11, 2009 18:10:06 GMT -5
Marie Dawson sat quietly, just... observing. Her husband had provided for her sure, but she missed the high class life! She... missed the dancing, she... missed the daily chats, but most of all- she... missed the money. It was what gave her security. Like a warm blanket on a Christmas day! She can't ever remember Jack doing that, ever!
Maybe, if she would have listened to her mother? But then what!?! Die an alone unhappy person!?!
"We need the money Jack!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 12, 2009 6:34:13 GMT -5
Marie woke up from her dream so glad that it was only a dream!
'I can't imagine me self as a swell.'
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