In one hand, Arabella held the bottom of her dress up so that it wouldn’t drag along the floor. The other hand held loosely onto the rail as she descended the grand staircase. The ship was beautiful and she felt right at home, the Princess was looking forward to the time that she was going to spend on board the Titanic and began to gush about her feelings aloud, to the nearest person to her. “Oh, I do hope that we get to attend a party here soon – don’t you think it would be just divine?”
his eyes are somewhere else, not far from where he stands, at his daughter sitting down and talking to other children and a few old woman—he doesn’t dare to get close, deciding to just watch over her and make sure she is alright, as he would usually do whenever they went out during these years, though he was never completely alone with her as he is now. surely, harold feels a bit more responsible and worried this time, as they are moving to america, but still tries to keep it as loose as he can.
distracted like that, he only notices the young lady beside him when she talks. he’s quick at apologizing, bowing his head lightly—as he sure knows who she is. “it definitely would,” he dares to open a small smile, looking around. “it has a great space just for that. surely there’s something prepared...” the whole place was dreamy, for sure. much more than he would ever imagine to admire this close—then again, he also never thought he would leave england for good.
with @harryallcn & AT THE TITANIC DECK AND SECOND CLASS INSTALLATIONS, 1 TO 2PM.
THE SHIP BEGAN MOVING SLOWLY – or so it seemed for her, on the deck, watching as the cost became distant. clarissa doesn’t know how long she spent there, just looking and thinking, but it takes her the sound of someone gagging for her to wake up from the trance, and to quickly take a small bottle from her pockets and open its lid. “my husband could not stand the sea either,” she nosily approaches, offering the ginger oil for the young man who had began to turn to a different color than his original complex. and it was true, about charles. he despised ships and all he had listed to her – slow and crowded and infested – while they rode or took a car to the place they meant to go, became second place once she had realized what the sea air did to his nerves and his gut. it makes her smile at the young man now, as she had smiled to charles so many times before, before standing up herself. the bottle was almost empty, which certainly was a sign of how much she needed it – all the other samples were in her belongings, hopefully in her own compartment.
there is where she heads to, just turning a corner to her chambers when someone bumps into her. thankfully for clarissa, the person was smaller than herself and, thankful for the child, clarissa knew just who she was. “you’re in big trouble, young lady.” the brunette teases, and quickly takes a small notebook out of her pocket, flipping the pages until the texture is not as soft nor blank; she turns it for the kid to see the picture of her father’s wedding day, and then another on the birth of the same little blondie that stood ahead of her, a handful of years ago. “that is me, in both. do you see? cynic and astonished? that’s how your father makes me, lily.” she had been the worst man of honor, constantly second guessing and letting her own feelings could her judgement, but on the second photograph, her emotions couldn’t have been different; holding this girl as a newborn had made clarissa feel something else for days, much as if lilian was her own. in a way, she probably was.
as if the girl, too, could feel the bond – or was just a child, excited and easily impressed – she accepts the adult’s hand and together they go to the allen’s cabin, where lilian does not fail to find a spot in the physician’s lap so she could blab about her own impressions of the ship and the boarding. clarissa was never knit close to children, you see, but she hardly feels the burden with this girl in particular, and it’s only when she hears the door being opened that she looks away from the child. “oh, harold. you have come grace us with your presence.” she says right away, mischief framing her lips as she shoots her oldest friend a look. “i was just imagining i would have to take upon my godmother position already.” her large orbs fly to the wrinkles in his clothes and the perspiration over his skin, and it does not fail to widen her smile, even if she is trying to contain it (and doing a damn poor job at it).
they had barely left the coast when harold lost his daughter around the ship for what seems to be the first time in many more to come. it’s on this exact moment he looks at his side and doesn’t see her holding on his coat that he starts questioning if he really deserved raise lilian on his own. responsible as he is, he should manage it easily—it was the judge’s decision, also, to give the custody to him: he had a good job, was the girl’s father and deserved to be the one to keep her. but, right now, as the first minutes with just the two of them happens to be the first minutes he loses her, he has to wonder if he is good enough to keep an eye on a five year old.
it’s a big ship, to make it even worse, and it is crowded as expected: even though there is no way she would go anywhere and would definitely stay in the boat, he starts feeling the panic building inside of him. what if she hurt herself? or someone finds her and hurt her? what if she falls off the ship? so many possibilities, and the more he goes through them, the more he feels uneasy. harold runs his both hands through his hair, pulling it back as he stops walking after a while and tries to think. if he was a child in a big place like this, what would he do? his main answer is “go back to the cabins” as it’s the only place they really knew the way to and walked together—and because he was a bit of an anxious kid, he would fear going around alone. but does lily feel this way?
the only way to find out is, of course, testing the theory... and there is no way to express how relieved he feels when he hears his daughter’s voice and laugh sounding on the corridor, the closer he gets to his cabin. he’s so relieved he barely thinks she is with someone and this someone is talking and making her laugh—and when the realization comes, he goes there faster, showing up by the door looking like a mad man.
“clary?” his voice almost fails at the sight of the woman, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath, eyes widening. “w-what are you doing here?” the last time he saw her was on his wife’s funeral—just the thought of it, how she showed up just to express her condolences as both her and her husband were busy, makes his heart tighten. harry blinks, still not believing his own eyes, entering the cabin and closing the door behind him. he has a lot to say, really a lot, but just looking at the woman’s lap and finding his daughter brings him relief and makes him let it all go for now. “lilian... what did i tell you about leaving my side?” his voice is not irritated, but clearly desperate, and the blonde kid jumps off her godmother’s lap to go to her father, who promptly picks her up, feeling her small arms clinging around his neck. “where did you find her?”
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
is that ( SAM CLAFLIN ) ? good grief, no… that’s just ( HAROLD ALLEN ) the ( TWENTY-EIGHT ) year old ( SOLICITOR ) from ( SECOND CLASS ). i’ve heard the stewards gossiping and they say he is ( INTENSE ) & ( HEADSTRONG ) but thankfully also ( RELIABLE ) & ( THOUGHTFUL ). i also heard he is on board because ( HE WANTS A NEW START FOR HIS DAUGHTER ).
hi hello, i’m hels (old enough to supposedly have a life, and in a timezone no one else is) and dis is ma boi, harry! taLK ABOUT a rp that made me scream and stop everything i was doing just to plan a muse for it bc “is thAT A TITANIC RP?”. lmao, how embarrassing,,, ANYWAYS, enough about my bs, let’s get started on my new child! ps: if you’d like to plot, could you please like this post? so i know i can go around and message and annoy the hell out of you. thank you very much lol
born harold benjamin allen, in september 1884, the third child of a middle class couple. at a very young age, his family moved to thornton, west yorkshire, as his father was the solicitor to the earl of bridgemore (aka, clarissa grant’s father).
in that small village, his mother started her own business: the town’s bodega, so she was pretty known around there. as for his father, he had a law office in bradford.
he’s always been a smart boy, very well read and good at everything he does; wouldn’t be hard to see him lowkey bonding with people from a higher class than his own; though he would always be discourage to act like them by his parents, as they weren’t in the same position as those.
it was at the age of 17 that he met the “love of his life”, elizabeth. she was one of the rich kids, visiting thornton back then, and they fell for each other. although he should be worrying with something other than girls (like preparing himself to go to law school), they got married not longer after he turned 18—just in time before her parents arranged her a marriage that would make them happy.
harold did attend law school, though, and that may have driven both him and his wife a little distant. they were good together, there was no lie to it, but just year after being married, it was clear that both of them should’ve put more of themselves in their relationship.
elizabeth’s parents disliked harry with a burning passion and it wouldn’t be hard to see him being excluded from their social events; he was never welcome in their home or had his presence required, which probably only added to drifting the couple apart, as lizzie was too close to her family. maybe she regretted her decision of marrying sometimes—that’s something he used to think whenever they were out, seeing how she also excluded him sometimes and the way she looked almost nostalgic to her sisters and friends, who married wealthy men.
EITHER WAY, not everything was painful in this marriage. on autumn of 1907, they had their first daughter: lilian. it was around this time that their almost broken marriage started to build up again, as he had already finished school and had them moving to bradford, working on his father’s office and getting quite a good money for them to do their things and raise a kid. they finally took time for each other, to know each other and fall in love all over again, thus coming with a kid.
harry is one of these fools for a father: he loves lily with all his heart and everything she does brings him a smile. both him and lizzie were good parents and, not longer after a first child, they were expecting a second.
it was like a fairy tale coming to an end way too soon: in the winter of 1909, elizabeth had a miscarriage and did not survive. it was a long and deep fall for harold; to be on the highest and happiest moments of his life (finally), only to lose almost everything that mattered.
if it wasn’t enough to lose his wife and having her parents blamed him for her death, they also wanted lilian’s custody. it was a long process in which he depended on his brothers and father to get through. in the end, that hasn’t been long ago, he won the case.
after such stressful and sad situation, harold decided it would be for the best if he took his daughter and moved out of bradford, out of yorkshire, perhaps even out of england: making more sense when he decided to go to america.
packed to move for good with a five-year-old: that’s how he gets to the rms titanic.
ALRIGHT. so after all this background, here’s a few details of how he is in general??? (AS IF THIS ISN’T LONG ENOUGH LOL):
very responsible and kind, harry always put others before him. he doesn’t hesitate in helping as long as he knows what to do to help (if he doesn’t, he will find someone who does).
actually hates his job??? hates it a lot, tbh. he’s only become a solicitor because that’s what his father is and he decided to go with the family stuff. if it depended on him, he would be an engineer (and who knows... maybe he’s still to become one...)
very fascinated by trains and (now) ships? you can bet his nerd ass gets very !!!! while on board.
his daughter is by his side at almost all times and, if she is not, it may be because she is sleeping, for sure. she is also very friendly so sometimes he sees himself having to engage a conversation because of her.
it isn’t like he doesn’t like to talk, though, he is just... a bit quiet and still recovering and kind mourning his wife’s death, since he had no time for that during all these years fighting her parents.
