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Molly Clare Reagan
Posted: Oct 11 2009, 10:26 PM


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molly CLARE reagan

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eighteen|passenger staff|female|irish

i’m just a little girl lost in the moment
i’m so scared, but i don’t show it
i can’t figure it out
it’s bringing me down, i know


you can call me LACEY because it's what the birth certificate says
but everyone else calls me LACE i've traveled around the sun 21 times
all you gotta do is PM me and i'll answer
i looked up your number in the ACTUALLY DEE TOLD ME directory
i've been playing this game of cat and mouse for EIGHT OR NINE YEARS and the cat almost won
you can often find me impersonating NOBODY


*what you don't know,
name. Molly Clare Reagan
nicknames. none
date of birth. April 28th


*i'm no supermodel,
hair. red
eyes. grey-blue
skintone. fair
height&&weight. 5’6” & 120 lbs.
distinguishing features. freckles splashed over her exceptionally fair skin
overall.
Molly bears an intense look which doesn’t really match her personality. She has the fair skin and red hair that have become expected of the Irish, and her grey-blue eyes seem dark for someone so young and sweet. They always appear to be scrutinizing every little detail around her even when Molly definitely isn’t. The young Irish lass breaks up her seemingly stern appearance with the cheery smile she’s almost always wearing. Molly is aware that her natural expression is a little intimidating. That’s part of the reason she always tries to remind herself to smile, though it’s not that difficult for her. Her mother always taught her to be a cheerful person despite hard times. This bit of information stays with her and keeps her appearing cheerful.

Her clothing style is usually fairly simple, but classy. Molly must always appear clean and professional in keeping with her status at the side of Mrs. Ophelia Harris, the wealthy woman who discovered her at a pub in Ireland. She tends to wear plain, navy blue dresses which end just past her knees. She wears very simple shoes with a low heel. Most of the time her hair is kept pulled back, but on occasion she’s allowed to leave it down as long as it’s still styled professionally and doesn’t look messy. Because it gets so cold at night on the Titanic she also generally wears a pair of black gloves and a large black coat given to her by Mrs. Harris.
celebrity. Emma Stone

*maybe i'm not good enough,

likes
+Her family
+Ireland
+Catholicism
+Cleaning/being organized
+Animals
+The color green
+Stargazing
+Expensive dresses (looking at them, at least! she definitely doesn’t own any)
+Music/Folk songs
+Boys

dislikes.
+Breaking rules
+Sour tastes
+Getting wet
+Pessimists
+Being too warm
+Boats
+Fish
+Non-believers
+Lazy people
+Loud people

fears.
+… that she’ll never see her family again.
+… that America will overwhelm her.
+… that she’s not going to achieve what her mother wished she might.
+… that she’ll never be married to a good, Catholic boy.
+… that she’s going to fall overboard.
secrets.
+… she’s actually terrified of water.
+… she occasionally gets so homesick that she has to excuse herself to vomit.
+… she almost ran away from her employer’s house rather than going on Titanic.
+… she actually loves Ophelia Harris, the lady she works for, despite her desire to return home.
+… she keeps a rosary with her at all times, in all situations.

habits/quirks.
+… she must say her prayers every night before going to bed.
+… she plays with her hair when she gets sleepy.
+… she chews on her right thumbnail when she gets nervous.
+… she checks any lock at least twice before she feels comfortable that it is in fact secure.
+… she always has to have her hair pulled back before she interacts with food – either preparing, delivering, or eating it.

overall personality.
Molly is a sweet-natured girl with a strong work ethic and something of a perfectionist streak. She was raised by her mother to be a cheerful, positive person in the face of adversity, and Molly has always held on to that advice. Work is another thing which isn’t foreign to Molly. From the moment she was old enough to walk she was entrusted with helping to take care of her family’s home. Of course she was only given small tasks at the time, but they helped build up her work ethic. Molly has never been at a point in her life where she wasn’t entrusted with some kind of responsibility. She knows how to work and is always prepared to do so. Any task she is given to complete she does with her whole heart. Molly definitely doesn’t believe in taking shortcuts and is not sloppy about her work. She takes a lot of pride in it.

She also has a big heart and cares very much for her family, though it’s been nearly two years. Family is the one thing her heart yearns for right now. Of course she would prefer to go back home to her mother and father, but Molly has a tendency to bond strongly with most people she meets now. She tries to at least. That is probably why she has grown so close to Ophelia Harris, the woman who gave her the opportunity to go to England and possibly make a better life for herself. Ophelia has always treated her kindly, and so Molly has latched on to her as a maternal figure. She tries desperately not to come off as clingy or needy, but whenever the young Irishwoman makes a new friend she tries desperately to be the best friend she can be. Working for Ophelia personally doesn’t leave her endless amounts of time for socializing, but she still finds opportunities.

One thing that Molly definitely doesn’t really care for are people who blatantly flaunt rules. She realizes not everyone follows given guidelines, but she finds it difficult to handle people who are in her view unnecessarily rebellious. Molly is also a very firm believer in the Catholic faith and was raised to be so by her parents. She will try to be friends with almost anyone, but she finds it very difficult to do so when those people don’t believe the same things she does. At the very least she couldn’t handle someone who was overly anti-religion or faith. Molly would endeavor to be respectful of their beliefs and thus would expect the same in return.

*i can't escape,

parents. Aileen Clare Reagan (mother | 43) and Liam Cole Reagan (father | 45)
siblings. Cole Brennan Reagan (brother | 21), Tara Bailey Reagan (sister | 16), and Riley Quinn Reagan (sister | 14)
other. NONE
history.
On April 28th Molly Clare Reagan was brought in to this world. She was the second child of Aileen and Liam Reagan, following her brother Cole. After Molly was born there were only two more children added to the Reagan family: her sisters Tara and Riley. The now six person household claimed residence on a farm outside of Dublin, Ireland. This was the site where Liam’s family had always lived, and he intended to keep it that way. He and Aileen involved their children in all aspects of farm life; they were all given chores as soon as they were able to walk and remember to do such things. Of course the tasks were small at first, but there was hardly ever a time when the Reagan children did not have some kind of responsibility. Work ethic was instilled in them very early. These chores and involvement in the farm also kept the children tied to the area. It established a connection that Liam hoped would keep them tied to Ireland. Unfortunately for him his wife had other plans.

Molly was especially close to the animals on the farm. Her brother Cole was tasked with taking care of them first of all the children because he was the eldest and a boy, thus stronger and better able to rein them in if they got spooked. When she grew a little older, however, Molly was brought out to help with the animals after spending years with basic household chores. She had a kinder nature with them than either her father or Cole, and thus many of the animals gravitated toward Molly. The eldest Reagan daughter loved taking care of them and did a good job of it. Issues arose, though, when it came time for them to be slaughtered. Molly wasn’t ignorant. She always knew what happened to many of the animals raised on the Reagan family farm; however, she had never bonded with them prior to working with them. Now that she had gotten to know them so to speak, she couldn’t bear to see them die. Liam knew it was nearly time to put his daughter back in the house rather than with the animals, but it would take a larger incident to cement that feeling. One night her father caught Molly trying to free a cow she knew was going for the slaughter the next day. She was severely reprimanded and put back on household chore duties. The brash action strained the relationship between the two. These consequences cemented in Molly a desire not to break rules.

Soon Molly grew old and mature enough that she needed to be involved in something out of the house. Though Liam did not approve of sending his daughter out in to the world, her mother was insistent. Aileen was determined to force her children to have a better life, and she saw an opportunity with Molly. Liam wouldn’t let his eldest daughter anywhere near animals anymore, not even now that she had grown a little older and wiser. So rather than just keep her cooped up in the house all day Aileen spoke with a family friend about allowing Molly to work as a waitress in his pub. She would work during the day, of course, when the crowd consisted mostly of people stopping in for actual meals rather than later when excessive drinking occurred. In order to “okay” the idea with Liam, Aileen insisted Molly was just earning some extra money for the family. So every morning Molly rode into town with another neighbor who sold her wares at a market. She also rode back with her at night. Life seemed to be rather mundane… to Molly at least. She still didn’t feel like she was living any kind of life that her mother told her about, but Aileen insisted she be patient. So she was… and then Ophelia Harris walked in to the picture.

The English widow loved to visit Ireland whenever she got the chance. She loved the beauty of the country, and more than that she just loved traveling. Mrs. Harris always had, but even more so since her husband Edgar and son Alexander had died. Edgar Harris had been a wealthy banker, and the Harris household had been a very happy one. Mrs. Harris ran the house with a fist of iron dressed in a velvet glove. There was an order to everything, but she maintained softness despite her insistence at perfection. When Edgar and Ophelia’s son turned twenty years old, they were delighted to find out he had become engaged to a beautiful young lady – Constance – whom they had introduced him to some years prior. Father and son got in a coach immediately following Alexander’s announcement. Edgar wanted to take his son by his grandparents’ home to announce the happy news. Something went wrong. The horses got spooked by a noise; the coach ended up racing down the street, barely avoiding other people. Eventually the carrier tipped. Edgar and Alexander were both thrown from the wreckage and died of injuries sustained from the accident. No others were harmed, and for that many were thankful, but Ophelia Harris was left alone. Constance’s family wanted nothing to do with her. The rest of her family had long since passed, and thus she was alone with all the money her husband had left her. She took to traveling about so that she wouldn’t feel so lonely in her house. The other servants noticed how detached she was, but no one seemed to bring her out of it.

She was passing through Dublin on a trip when Ophelia decided to make a stop at a quaint-looking little pub. Inside she found little Molly Reagan, bright and beautiful, with a charming personality, a great work ethic, and an attention to detail that Ophelia admired. The widow who was now approaching fifty years old offered Molly a chance to come to England. There was a job opening for a personal servant to Mrs. Harris, and she wanted no one else to fill it though she had only just met Molly. The young girl thought she might vomit at the notion. Not that the idea made her sick, but it was so much so fast! She didn’t know what to do, but her mother set her straight as soon as she got home that night. Ophelia would be in town for another day or so, and she would be back at the pub to hear Molly’s answer. It made the young woman sick to think of leaving her family, and she had it in her mind to say ‘no’ even before she got home that day. Aileen would hear none of it. She understood the heartache her daughter would feel, but this was her opportunity to get out and see another piece of the world. The opportunities it might provide were more than the Reagan’s could ever provide for her in their wildest dreams.

Molly Reagan accepted the offer.




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It was a beautiful day outside, or at least it was to Margaret. The heat of summer had ebbed by now, and a cool breeze had replaced the sweltering sun. This was the kind of weather she preferred. Heat made her sick to her stomach on a good day. On bad days high temperatures prompted her to fall in to fainting spells. Summer and all its distinguishing features never boded well for Margaret. It was peculiar to her because, other than that particular aspect of her constitution, she didn’t consider herself a dainty person. Oh, Margaret certainly knew how to act like the lady she was expected to be at court, but the brunette considered herself to be a strong individual. For one reason or another heat cut her to the core. It was something she dwelled on at this particular moment simply because it was so nice outside. Air flowed through the court and lightly rustled the gowns of the ladies who were passing through the grounds. Her own forest green dress complimented with sparse gold trim and a white underskirt moved much the same. The breeze caught the few small wisps of Margaret’s hair which hadn’t been pinned up. They swirled gently around the back of her neck and tickled her skin. The feeling brought an all too rare smile to the brunette’s face, and she stifled it as quickly as it was in her power to do. Margaret discreetly tried to twist the few tufts of hair up and tuck them up with the rest of her locks. Now the cool wind simply breezed past her neck.

Margaret watched as the many members of court and all their assorted associates mingled and passed through the archway. She knew all their names, was familiar with all of their positions, and did her best to stay up on their alliances. There were always going to be secrets she didn’t know, but she endeavored all the same. It was important to stay up on those particular facts where it concerned the lords and ladies and what have you of the kingdom when one had political aspirations. It was absolutely a priority to know who to trust and who needed to be taken down a notch when that power finally came one’s way. There was no chance in this world that Margaret saw of legitimately obtaining such sway in royal matters. Her father Sir Henry Wyatt was a Privy Councilor to the King, but that certainly didn’t help her overly much. It did provide her entrance into a realm of men who, if married, would provide her with the title she possessed: Lady. The prefix of sorts didn’t mean quite as much as Queen, of course, but Margaret simply never had been royalty. Despite her political ambitions she never aspired to such fanciful titles. There was so much pomp and circumstance associated with such things. Margaret was beautiful and no doubt could have fit in to such conditions if necessary, but her whole being rejected the notion. She wanted to make decisions. The young Lady wanted the power to make decisions which affected the entire country, even the world. She felt ready and more than capable. Margaret was remarkably intelligent and clear-headed to be sure… but no. Even if she wanted such responsibilities, they were never going to come her way. It was not her destiny, and her social status would not allow it.

No matter. She would gain such authority in her own fashion. It was already in her sights, nearly within her grasp. Margaret could see it so, so close. All she needed to do was reach for it…

The brunette politely nodded her head toward Lady Katherine Sutton as the older woman walked past. She was no one of importance, or at least not particular importance, as far as Margaret could discern. Lady Sutton was merely another fish in the ocean which was the court of King Henry VIII. Margaret knew her name merely because she made it her business to know such things. Their eyes had met just then, something Margaret always endeavored to do. It caused fewer people to question any actions the 24-year-old chose to take. Eye contact gave the impression of confidence and belonging. That simple action made Margaret seem as though she had a purpose for standing here in base court even though she had none whatsoever. This was merely a space of time which she had empty. Free hours in her day were something of a luxury any more. It was rare that she could idle about for such a space of time which perhaps wasn’t as good a situation as it seemed. That was another reason it was to Margaret’s benefit that she was good at making eye contact and always seeming as though she knew what she was doing. Though she had no purpose or goals for this particular moment, she looked perfectly in place. Margaret appeared as though right where she was standing was where she was meant to be. Perhaps she was waiting on someone who had yet to show up! That would likely be the story she told should someone bother to approach.

If anyone should bother,” she thought.



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