Leaning against the railing, there is a young man who's not known for his manners. He lights a cigarette, finishes it, then another, and another, and another ( Read more... )

Johnny has been carrying on as usual - he's been seeing those who wanted to, avoiding those who didn't want to see him, chain-smoking on the bridge and shuffling cards in the lounge.  This day is not very different, it is only a day for being quietly around, though perhaps he wishes he saw a friend, or a girlfriend.  In short, he is restless.

He may ( Read more... )

Just to make this simple. There are plants gathered from around the entire ship crowded into the main lounge and the surrounding deck and even out onto where the pool is. There is tasty food and drinks (some with alcohol). Much of the food is Middle Eastern, but still very tasty. There is a hostess, Lady Marguerite Blakeney, dressed in a relatively ( Read more... )

Claude is listening to Sheila. Or, at least, he thinks he is. She's speaking, he hears the words, he responds - but whether or not he's really listening is questionable. He watches her move around, rallying the troops as only she can, falling to her knees and slapping the ground. Stepping up beside her, Claude falls, too. Watching Sheila, he ( Read more... )

He just wandered on the deck. He did manage to get himself stoned out again - there was a bit of meth, some booze, and he topped it off with a bazooka-sized joint.

His must have been a sunrise. Or perhaps a sunset, he's not sure.  All he knows is that he's tripping on the myriad colors. All he knows is that he's not thinking about his friend's ( Read more... )

Natalie is in a room, practicing piano--a piece by Mozart. She basically practices everyday, as there's nothing else to do, really, and although she's happy her boyfriend is here, she's still a little lonely.  If anyone wants to interrupt her, she'd be quite grateful. She needs some human contact.

Mary has just been through perhaps the hardest day of her life. The man she has followed and learned from and loved has just been violently put to death. She doesn't know what to do or where to go ( Read more... )

Perfect. Henry smiles when he pulls away from the kiss and takes Natalie's hand. Sure, she's pre-occupied with things, but the point is that she's here, with him at the dance, and maybe he can help her work things out. At any rate, he'll try to. He grins like a dork as he opens the door for her, but the grin fades when he walks in after ( Read more... )

Gabe had just been talking to his father, forcing him to come to terms with Gabe's existence. That he wasn't going to go away, no matter how much therapy they had or how many times Dan wished him away ( Read more... )

She walks in, dreaming, almost lost in the way she treads. Her feet are light, her hips are swaying, her face is concealed in the way of the Wahabia, though it is only for the sake of artifice.  Women of her time and place, of her rank, have no need to hide their face: her father's name is enough protection.

She is preparing for a voyage, for the ( Read more... )