April 10, 1912
Rachelle Angelina Roth stepped out of the Renualt, taking in the beauty that was Titanic. She was a gorgeous young woman at the age of seventeen, and had long brown hair that shined slightly purple in the light. She had dark blue eyes and sharp cheek bones. Rachelle was a first class woman; she wore a long white and purple dress with a purple feathery hat. Her view was obstructed by her hat, so she looked upwards with cool appraisal.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania," she announced, gracefully making her way to the ship. A tall man, about thirty, stepped out from the other side of the Renualt. He was wearing a black dress-suit and had an arrogant look on his face. His dark hair was slicked back and he held a cane in his hand. This was Malchior Hockley, heir to the Hockley fortune, and due to marry Rachelle after they were docked in New York.
"You can blase about some things Rachelle, but not Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania, and far more luxorious," said Malchior "Mal" Hockley. Mal spun around and offered his hand to Angelina, Rachelles mother, as she trounced out of the Renualt as well. She was about forty years old with sharp cheekbones like her daughter. Her dark red hair was pinned into an elaborate knot atop her head and was wearing an elegant green gown with matching hat. Her husband had died a few years ago in a factory accident in Philidelphia.
"Your daughter is not hard to impress, Angelina," muttered Mal, "mind your step." He indicated to a puddle on the gravel and grasped her elbow as she stepped over it.
Angelina gazed at the Titanic, "So this is the ship they say is unsinkable."
Mal raised his eyebrows and began speaking with pride and knowledge, "It is unsinkable. God Himself couldn't sink this ship." Behind Mal two maids and Mal's personal servant, Wilson Slade started accompanying the threesome to the ship.
A Porter turned to Mal, "Sir, you'll have to check your baggage through the main terminal, round that way.." He was cut off as Mal handed him a five pound note. The porter looked at him wide-eyed.
Mal sneered, "I put my good faith in you, good sir."
The Porter nodded and added, "Yes, sir. My pleasure, sir." Mal reached into his pocket and checked his pocket watch. He indicated to the first class entrance.
"We'd better hurry. This way ladies," announced Mal as he turned around and strutted towards the entrance. Rachelle and Angelina were right behind him, as a steerage man ran into his side. Mal's countenance turned to one of anger.
"Steerage swine. Apparently missed his annual bath."
Angelina gave him a calming look, "Honestly, Mal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family."
Mal smiled cockily, "All part of my charm, Angelina, all part of my charm. At any rate, it was my darling fiancee's beauty rituals that made us late."
Rachelle glared at him, placing her manicured hands on her curvy hips, "You told me to change."
Mal brushed off her glare and said, "I couldn't let you wear black on a sailing day sweetpea! It's bad luck, you know."
"I felt like black," muttered Rachelle, reluctantly following Mal and her mother onto the ship.
Mal tutted, "Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxorious suites..and you act as if you're going to your execution." Mal ushered her forwards and she entered with a sense of dread.
Garfield Logan smiled at his pal, Victor Stone. Garfield was a twenty year old artist, with messy blond hair that constantly got in his emerald eyes, and a smile that would leave any woman weak in the knees. Gar knew what life was going to throw at him; Gar had been living on his own since he was 15, when his parents died. He was also poor, lucky he even had the chance of getting on the Titanic thanks to the poker game he was playing.
His buddy Victor was about twenty-three and traveled all over the UK until he met Garfield. Victor was a dark skinned man with no hair, and was heavily built. His voice was deep and anyone could trust him. Gar was currently very confident in his hand, but he didn't want the other players to know that. Obviously his opponents were angry, for he could understand their Swedish conversation.
"You stupid fishhead. I can't believe you bet our tickets!" shouted the one man, Olaf. Gar grinned.
"You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. Now shut up and take a card," hissed Sven, the other man. Gar held in a chuckle at their argument.
"Hit me again, Sven," Gar jaunted, as he took the card and slipped it into his hand.Victor nervously licked his lips as he refused a card. He glanced at the pot: numerous bills and coins and two third-class tickets to Titanic. Gar grinned as he heard the final whistle blowing for boarding.
"The moment of truth boys. Somebody's life's about to change," Gar said. He watched as Victor put his hand down, admitting defeat. Olaf and Sven did as well, while Gar kept his hand close, "Let's see..Vic's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh, two pair."
Gar hummed and glanced at Victor, "Sorry Vic."
"What sorry? Whadya have? You lose my money?" he started muttering angrily under his breath.
"No, sorry you're not gonna see your Mama again for a long time," Gar dramatically slapped his hand down on the table with a smirk,"'Cause you're going to America! Full house, boys!"
Victor grinned so wide it looked as if his face would split in two, "Yeahhhh!" Victor jumped out of his seat and started shoveling the prize into his gloved hands.
Gar turned to Olaf and Sven, "Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and," he turned to Vic, "we're going to.."
They both grinned and shouted, "America!" As Gar and Vic collected thier winnings Olaf curled his hand into a fist. Gar backed away holding his hands up in fear of getting beaten. Unexpectedly, Olaf slammed his fist into Sven, starting a full out bar brawl.
Gar grinned and kissed the tickets and began singing, "Goin' home...to the land 'o the free and the home of the real hot-dogs! On the TITANIC! We're ridin' in high-style now! We're practically goddamned royalty!
"Ya see? It's my destiny. Like I told ya man, I'm goin' to America! To be a millionaire!" shouted Vic, smiling. Then he added to the pubkeeper, "I'm going to America!"
The pubkeeper shook his head, "No, mate. Titanic's going to America. In five minutes."
Gar's mouth dropped, "Shit, Vic! Come on!" They both grabbed their bags and stuffed the rest of their winnings into their pockets, "Come on!" They both started running grinning at the crowd in the pub, yelling their goodbyes. Gar and Vic sprinted towards the pier, everything they owned on their backs. They dodged through piles of luggage and around groups of people until they get to the pier.
Gar stood open-mouthed as he gaped at the size of Titanic. Vic noticed Gar wasn't coming and he grabbed him around his scrawny neck, pulling him along. Together they continued their treck to the third-class deck. Right as they got there the officer began detaching the ramp. Gar and Vic jumped the meter-long gap and hopped aboard.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or Titanic. I got the script off IMDB if you were wondering. I tried to keep it as much like the movie as possible, sorry if this was a bit boring. Just trying to get it started.
Erm, obviously Rose is Rachelle. I actually wanted it to be pronounced Ray-Chell because I thought that Raven and Rachel were too modern. The same with Rachelle's mom, Angelina. I thought Angela was too modern as well.
Gar is Jack and I thought I would use Vic as Fabrizio, although Vic isn't Italian. I'll just leave the Italian bits out. So review, I'm going to be working on the next chapter tonight and I'll post it soon, yeah?