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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 1:45:07 GMT -5
Rose had recognized Jack last night... not right away. There was a bit too much adrenaline in her system to remember him, and it had taken Cal three blankets and a couple of hours to really get her to calm down. She'd broken down a little in their room. She did almost die, after all, and had Jack not been there...
But the worst part of it was that maybe she regretted not having fallen a little. None of this, she could tell Cal.
But Jack, the boy who saved her... he was the same boy she had seen earlier in the day, sitting a deck below with a group of loud boys. Their eyes met briefly... and then she was gone.
She'd gone to see him earlier, looked at his art. And she was going back again. There was something about his honesty and the way he really looked at her that she couldn't get enough of. She was currently walking the deck when it dawned on her that he could be really anywhere and she felt ridiculous for aimlessly searching for him.
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 1:53:16 GMT -5
Jack couldn't get the girl he saved last night out of his head. In fact, he couldn't get her out of his head the moment he first saw her, eariler that day. There was something about her that he couldn't quite figure out. He wanted to see her again, but he wasn't even sure where she would have been or if she wanted to see him again.
At the moment, he was sitting on the B Deck with his drawing notebook open. He was capturing everyday life as he sat there. To him, drawing was better than just some picture with a camera. With drawing, you know that someone took time enough to observe and concentrate. With a camera, it was just take a picture and that was it. Drawings had much more meaning.
When he looked up to put the finishing touches on the little girl's bow, red hair caught his eye. It was unmistakable hair. Jack fought a grin from showing on his face. Not moving from his seat, he only looked up. "Looking for me," he asked as she drew nearer.
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 2:15:56 GMT -5
Rose was about to turn around and just go back to her room when she heard his voice, and she lifted her eyes, turning slightly to see him. There was a little bit of surprise in her features for having found him, and she quickly decided to work it to her advantage.
"No," she lied effortlessly. "You're awfully presumptuous." She didn't even need to lie to him. She'd made up the pretense of wanting to give him details about the dinner he was supposed to attend tonight, and now that even went right out the window.
And it left her standing there in an awkward silence, so she stood up a little straighter.
She nodded towards his book. "Drawing again? Another French girl?"
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 7:40:06 GMT -5
Letting a moment of slience come between them while he finished the bow on the little girl, Jack looked back up to her again. "So, you just happen to like to come down to B Deck and walk around?" His eyes were shining with a smile.
"Not another French girl," he said. "Just that little girl right there, and her father." The little girl looked toward Jack and he gave her a small wave and a smile. She smiled back, but turned toward her father in bashfulness. He laughed and then turned back to Rose.
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 12:26:44 GMT -5
Rose frowned to match and counter his smile. She'd already spent a little time with him today, and found that she quite liked his carefree, honest attitude. But sometime between letting him teach her how to spit and now, she'd forgotten how he pushed. He didn't really let people lie to themselves. It was so refreshing, even if she didn't really know how to be honest anymore.
"Maybe I do," Rose replied, lifting her chin in the air a little, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.
She turned her head, looking at the girl that Jack indicated, and watched the small exchange. "You seem to have that affect on many women, Jack."
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 12:57:27 GMT -5
"Mmhmm," was his response as he slowly closed his drawing notebook. "I suppose it is a little bit better down here. After all, you get to see a wider range of people." Jack only grinned.
Rose seemed to be refreshing to him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about her that he knew that he would do anything for her. He did know that it wasn't just because he was a gentleman either.
He looked from the little girl to Rose, only to see a stray piece of her red curls moving around in the wind. "What? To make them turn to their fathers bashfully? Do I make you want to do that?" There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 13:08:40 GMT -5
No, for a thousand reasons. Her father was gone, dead, and even if he was alive, he wasn't quite like the little girl's father. He would have taken one look at her and told her to stand up straight and stop acting so childish. She was practically royalty, after all. It wouldn't be proper for a third class boy to make her blush.
"Someone has to be immune to your charm, Mr. Dawson. It may as well be me." She finally came to sit next to him, folding her hands in her lap. "I spoke with Molly a moment ago. She said you're quite the gentleman when you want to be."
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
"And yet you come to find me," he said with a light smile. "Not to mention you were just speaking to me earlier for no special reason and you took spitting lessons." Jack was giving her a teasing look. "But, call it what you will."
Rose was completely different from the other first class passengers. She wasn't holding her nose in the air as high as she could get it. Not to mention, she captured Jack's attention within a matter of a second. He instantly fell in love with her beauty, but of course he couldn't mention that to her.
"So, you've been talking about me. I'm flattered Rose." Jack gave her a wide smile. "And Molly is quite the woman. Probably one of the nicest ones I've ever met. Plus, she'll never lie to you. I can be a gentleman when I want to be, which I try to be one all the time. Any man can be a gentleman if he tries."
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 13:41:26 GMT -5
"I came to thank you earlier," Rose defended, but her tone was soft, and she was looking at him with a much more pleasant look now. "And Cal was busy doing something, so I thought I should come tell you the details for dinner. I wouldn't want you to get lost or be late or anything of the sort."
The other patrons would eat him alive for it, but this was a thought she kept to herself. Jack did have charm and charisma on his side, but she was still a little worried for him.
"Not that kind of gentleman, Jack," Rose said, turning her eyes back to the little girl with her father.
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 14:04:06 GMT -5
"Ah, so you did have a strong purpose trying to find me," he said. Jack didn't mind the reason why Rose came to find him. He had the chance to be with her and if that only lasted five minutes, then so be it. It would have been five minutes well worth.
"So I wouldn't get lost? Thanks Rose, that is very considerate of you. And I also appreciate you coming instead of Cal. After all, you are far better looking than he is." Another one of Jack's smiles appeared on his face.
"And what kind of gentleman do you perceive me to be Rose?"
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 15:40:44 GMT -5
Rose smiled widely. "Cal would certainly disagree with you there," she said, knowing she shouldn't make jokes like that, but she was safe with Jack. He wouldn't tell anyone, or give her a verbal slap on the hand for saying anything like that. It was strange that she could be herself the most with a boy she barely knew.
She shook her head slightly at his question though. "No, the kind of gentlemen you're talking about is different than what I mean, and you can be both. Molly and I simply meant the kind of man who dresses well and probably makes his suits out of bills."
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 16:13:16 GMT -5
Jack laughed at her joke. "He looks the type that would." He liked to see this side of Rose. She seemed to be acting like the young woman that she was supposed to be, and not someone twice her age.
"Oh. I understand," he said. "So, tonight shall be a night that I dress well for dinner and be similar to the gentleman that Molly says I can be? For you, I'll do it." Jack wouldn't have a problem dressing up for Rose, if that was what she wanted. "I'll make sure dinner will be, pleasant."
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 16:23:04 GMT -5
"Yes," Rose said, nodded. "Call thinks he's very pretty. It's a battle for the vanity sometimes." These genuine smiles felt so good to her, and she wished she could be like this all the time. But after dinner tonight, she would probably never see Jack again, and this little slice of freedom would be gone. For good.
"Molly says you look quite handsome in a suit," Rose said, looking at Jack as if she were picturing him in one, and she nodded a moment later. "I have a feeling you'll be the only one trying to make it pleasant. I'll warn you, Jack... don't take anything my mother says personally."
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Post by Jack Dawson on Apr 29, 2009 16:35:09 GMT -5
Knowing that dinner could be the last time he saw Rose, Jack had to come up with something so that he could see her again. He couldn't just let her go that easily. There was supposed to be dancing as usual in the 3rd class area...
"Molly could be right," he said with a smile. "But we'll just find that out for ourselves tonight, won't we?" Jack knew that Cal and the other company would try to talk down to him, seeing as how he was in 3rd class. "Well, at least their will be one person trying. As for your mother, I'm not going to. Some people have their set opinions about each other and I will not let that bother me. After all, tonight is supposed to be an enjoyable dinner."
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Post by Rose DeWitt Bukater on Apr 29, 2009 16:50:22 GMT -5
"It will probably be the best meal you have while on board, Jack. What is your dining hall like?" Rose wasn't blind and naive. She knew they didn't serve champagne and caviar. How a ship could be so proud of how luxurious it was and still treat the classes differently, she didn't understand. Then again, it was people like her mother who would have died if the 1st class didn't have a deck entirely to themselves.
She was in no particular hurry to get back. She needed to dress for dinner still, the great social affair it was every night, but she'd do it quickly if she had to. She was enjoying the conversation with Jack much more.
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