Stranded

Matt frowned. 'I get kicked onto the streets and become a beggar.'
"Don't worry about it." He said. "He'll forgive me. I know he will." Matt stuck out his chin, refusing to think of any other possibility.

 

"well if he dosn't tell me and I'll explain! u know ur the first friend I've had in a long time!"

 

Matt stumbled a little. Never had he met a rich snob quite like her. No rich person ever considered him anything but a lowlife cabinboy. "Um...thanks...miss." He was unsure how to react.

ooc: Raina is 13 right?

 

ooc: yep y?

bic: "I'm glad! u r realy cool!"

 

ooc: Just asking. I always mess up ages. I have to go. C ya tomorrow.

bic: Matt smiled a little. No, Raina may have been rich, but definatly not a snob. She was almost...normal...or as normal as you could call Raina.

 

*Raina kissed him on the cheack*

ooc: bye

 

Clarisse relaxed in her quarters after the ordeal that she had been put through. She had been asked to compile a report based on her experiences. This would influence the decisions made about the future of the shipping line that this ship belonged to.

That girl would get herself a bad reputation if she carried on behaving the way she did and the crew were slow and slovenly, obviously the fault of a lax captain. She was not impressed if this was the experience that the passengers were all getting on this supposedly luxury liner. No wonder the line was in trouble. She would suggest that the ships be replaced with something more modern and that the crew be replaced with smart and courteous staff who had been properly trained in the correct etiquette.

The girl was a spoilt child, what would she know of the demands of society? She was probably flirting with the cabin boy and behaving shamelessly like a lower class brat. Clarisse had been raised to know her place in society. So they were opening hospitals, but it was well known that these were risky ventures and she didn't know that not everything would go in her favour in life. Perhaps that is what the brat needed, some reality and a long stint at Public School away from her parents.

 

ooc: My friend is over so i can't stay. Ill b on tomorrow though.

 

ooc: koy doky

 

Matt blushed a little as Raina kissed him on the cheek, looking down at her in shock. She had caught him off guard. He tried to force the red in his face down a bit, wondering if Erin had seen it.

 

ooc: what time period is this set in?

 

ooc: It's around now.

 

Clarisse opened her laptop and typed the preliminary report. It did not read favourably. She backed it onto a flash pen that she attached to her keyring. This would be an interesting cruise, if slightly uncomfortable. Changing into a casual designer outfit she left the suite and went for a walk to see what was available on the ship.

 

"Er..." Matt cleared his throat. "I...have to get back to work, miss...i'm still on duty. I'll see you later."
He turned and stalked off to see if someone on the ship needed help with anything.

 

Clarisse sat down on a lounger on the deck and then lay back, enjoying the sunshine. She waved to get the attention of a waiter and ordered iced mineral water. This was a real improvement as the drink appeared promptly and with minimum fuss.

 

Matt was working near the upper deck, scrubbing the wooden pannels near where people were lounging around, tanning in the sun. He envied them from where he worked. Most of them had simply been born into the pampered life. He didn't find that fair.

 

Clarisse looked across and saw the cabin boy scrubbing the panels. She wondered if that was his punishment. He had no appreciation that if he had learned to do his job properly he would have progressed further.

 

Matt glanced up when he felt someone watching him and saw Clarisse in one of the lounge chairs. He quickly turned his eyes back down, scrubbing at the floor like he wanted to wear a hole in it.
'Rotten, spoiled, rich, good for nothing...'

 

Clarisse got up and walked past him, intentionally walking on a part that he had scrubbed to remind him of his lower class. She wondered what the Captain had said to him. She had to work hard to retain her position, so why should he be any different?

 

Matt ground his teeth hard, watching her angrily. He was lucky the captain was a forgiving man. She had almost cost him his job. He set aside the mop and rushed after her.
"Miss Dubois?" He asked her when he caught up.