scarwillicms:

Scarlet looked up just in-time to see the wink―FLUSHING lightly at the kind face. She had packed lightly―taking only two trunks of clothes and a single bag that contained anything else she deemed IMPORTANT when she left home. It might’ve been only a few but she was still struggling at the weight―and the help was really much appreciated.

“It’s only appropriate to thank you NOW,” she responded with a smile. “So I’d like to thank you―MR?”

   to be truthful, noah didn’t mean to make the other seem so weak. the surgeon had so many time in his watch to SPARE. a little bit of help will not kill anyone. also, he appreciated her kind response. 

   “MR. PARK, but i’ll be fine with being called noah or doctor park. mister is way too formal.”

rcwancallaghan:

one of rowan’s DULLEST appointments consisted of dragging luggage to a stateroom, the head stewardess matron demanding of her to do so. it could have been worse but it was rather taxing, her struggles a bit too obvious for her occupation. much to her surprise a helping hand darted out as she almost dropped one of the ‘ precious passenger’s possessions ‘ as the matron chided her. “ OH !“ rowan gasped softly, “ TA, but you don’t have to worry ‘bout that. or else i’ll be thinkin’ you want to steal my position on this fine ship.“

    noah suddenly glanced back at the female he just tried to help then realized with her outfit that it was her job to do this. however, it didn’t look good for noah, he still felt the need to help whether if it was her duty or not. there was NOTHING wrong with that. “aren’t these to h e a v y for you to carry?” he asked, his hands clutched around the handle of the baggage. “besides, there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help.”

daisychaincd:

      without the faintest clue what floor she’d come racing onto; soft block pointe shoes hit the floor in repeated motions, varying shades of chiffon splaying out around her feet as she SPRINTED with lingering elegance around the next corner in sight, appearing as though a tornado of pastel colour. angered wails from stewards demanding she either ‘slow down’ or ‘return to her deck’ eventually began to drown out as she slowed, pressing her petite frame against a wall, hidden from view from those she’d maddened. “AT LAST — looks as though i finally lost them… probably for the best on their part, much more chasing and they’d be on bed rest for a week.” 

   it’s been an hour since he woke up from his nap, and also an hour since he’d been hunting for something to eat. sure, there was the dining hall. although it won’t open an hour from now. therefore, he found himself a box of snacks (probably for the class who cannot afford expensive meals), and took them in a corner where he’s sure it was secluded. he ripped one open and grabbed a handful before he tossed it in his mouth. UNFORTUNATELY, an unexpected company came in. noah looked up at the female. his mouth hang open with food in it.

lilymorriscn:

The first day, and already Lily had managed to swipe a bottle of expensive-looking Scotch from first class. She was sitting with her legs crossed on one of the chairs out on deck, a book open in front of her and a cigarette perched between her first and second fingers. She looked up when she noticed someone walking past and held up the bottle, from which she’d only taken a few sips herself. It was strong, and she was only accustomed to drinking whatever she could get her hands on. “Want some? It tastes like rich people.”

   what noah hated the most was, when an obnoxious person like her was quick to make an unpleasant first impression. he had nothing against with anyone drinking. in his case, it was the cigarette that annoyed him. the surgeon studied the lady from head to toe, seemingly JUDGING her by her looks. “no thanks. although i have a feeling that we’ll be seeing each other some day. maybe not here. maybe in a hospital when you already look very terrible.”

gabrielvanderbilt:

Stood at the deck among the growing crowd, he leaned against the railing, his eyes scanning the crowd down on the dock below and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself – he’d never seen such a spectacle surrounding a mere ship before. “It’s like any other ship, isn’t it?” He turned to the person next to him, offering them a smile. “It’s simply bigger and apparently unsinkable which I find truly hard to believe.”

   wandering far, he found it somehow hard to relate his situation with the male. unfortunately for noah, he didn’t have any time to even relax and have a vacation or even cross the ocean. he was always busy flying from a country to anoher. most of the time, he’d hear the noise the siren & that’s where he knew that it was time for work. no time for any sleep. during his day off, he’d often stay inside his home and sleep. “don’t ask me. this is my first.”

auroraxhart:

“Honestly…it’s horrible of me but I can’t help but have a laugh. You see…my father is the architect of this ship. People seem to believe me when I tell them that this beauty was named after me and that my first name is actually ‘Titanic.’ Clearly some folks don’t know enough Greek.”

  “and clearly, you have enough facts to brag.” noah sighed as he thrust his hands into his pocket. “to be honest, your father didn’t have much effort when creating this titanic. he simply drew and calculated. he didn’t make the whole boat so don’t boast.”

#me in every conversation

asher-bennett:

 Asher is surprised to hear a voice coming from his side, “Not Necessarily.” He begins, “I just feel it’s a bad idea to test any sort of higher being whether you believe in it or not. Especially on boats. Or anywhere that could kill you, really. –But maybe that’s just me.” He squints, “I’m Doctor Bennett, you are?”

   noah merely raised a brow towards the other. in his opinion, it was too early to speak in such a way that could actually destroy other’s fun & expectations. although he didn’t want to blame people like him who merely thought about what are the unpredictable things that might happen. “maybe it’s just you.” he sighed whilst rolling his eye. “it’s not like this ship is going to explode or whatever.” he shugged and looked over his shoulder. “i’m doctor park. noah park. a cardiothoracic surgeon who travels from country to country.”

cami-torres:

Maybe Camila had overpacked just a bit, considering how she was struggling with getting her luggage to her cabin and even getting it to the ship in the first place. She snapped out of her thoughts when her luggage was taken from her and she was about to start yelling at the male when he instead offered his help. Swallowing thickly, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Had I needed any help, I would have been sure to ask,” she said, a sharp tone to her voice though she appreciated the help. “You can’t just take someone’s luggage like that.”

   there was nothing wrong with his actions, or so he thought. noah always did this so he thought it was completely fine. most people would thank him right off the bat. this one, however, was different. instead of being thanked, it turned out as if she was ungrateful. even for his presence. “i didn’t hear a thank you,” he didn’t like the idea, so he dropped the luggage back on the floor. “never mind. i think you can handle this very perfectly.”

rvphacl:

he is very much baffled by the stranger’s actions – it is perhaps the thing he least expected to happen. “sir, there’s really no need. i can certainly manage on my own.” the thing is, the stranger looks entirely too rich to be of any other class than the first, so that only adds to the confusion raphael feels. also, who winks at total strangers?

   noah wasn’t asking for anything in return. maybe it was a hobby every time he and his father used to do volunteer work for the poor. he’d arrive and treat patients without any fee. well, helping someone’s luggage isn’t any different. as long as he didn’t come from the same class as he was. “no, it’s okay. i got plenty of time.” he heaved, “i’m noah by the way.”

littlewomcn:

she couldn’t believe it. she did it. she successfully ran away with the help of her older brother. she didn’t have to worry about her parents, or that monster they were forcing her to marry. she looked out at the ocean as her small hands held onto the railing and let out a shaky breath. she could finally be at peace and do what she truly wanted, become a writer. she felt someone stand next to her. “it’s a beautiful sight isn’t it?” she asked quietly as her eyes stayed focused on the vast ocean.

   it was going to be a long ride before he could reach his new workplace. and as a cardiothoracic surgeon, he felt as if he had so much priviledge. imagine, from asia to usa, every doctor wants him in their hospital. plus, he never paid, even once, for his trips. he even got luckier since it was his first time to ride a ship. the surgeon was simply admiring the exquisite ocean view when a voice came up to him. noah glanced over at the female and nodded. “it truly is. it’s my first time to be seeing it up close, to be honest. i don’t really get to have a vacation.”

well, he’s not wrong

kit.

                    kit huffed, her eyes threatening to roll; the only thing saving them being her position as crew.  ❝you don’t TOUCH the lid to play it, sir. i do believe you touch the KEYS.❞ kit affirmed. she looked the man over and guessed his shoes were worth more than all the things she owned combined. he reeked of wealth and it unnerved kit.

          “well, i KNOW that.” he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. sure, he was clueless. to be quite honest, he had no idea what were the parts of a grand piano but he didn’t want to look stupid either. but if he was to brag about surgery, he’s sure that the girl wouldn’t have any idea about it. “who are you to speak like that to me anyway?? didn’t you know that i’m from the FIRST CLASS??”

     noah felt good as soon as he settled in the ship. while wandering around the hallway, he noticed that someone was having a hard time dragging their stuffs in their respective room. since he’s all alone in the ship of dreams, he thought he should make some acquaintance. with that kind of thinking, he took the luggage of the other and winked. “there’s really nothing wrong with asking for help. you can thank me later.”