How would you like to be molded? By whom?

Though he isn't a sculptor, I would have liked to have been molded by Monsieur Monet. If he could create a cacophony of colors and beauty in a landscape, that perhaps was not as stunning in real life, then I could only imagine what he could do for me. He could take the most ordinary scene from any place in the world and make it into a masterpiece. Since I was and am one of the most ordinary people this world's got to offer, I figure he could do some real magic in turning me into something greater.

He would probably start with my overall appearance. He'd turn me into a completely blank canvas, or in this case, a block of clay. He'd work his way from my head down to my feet, or perhaps do little things all over until I was finally done. He'd present me as a gentleman, with great class and respect. I wouldn't be Jack. I would be Mr. Dawson. My clothes would be clean, crisp, and fitting for my body. My smile would be radiant, and I could woo any girl with a mere flash of my pearly whites. Even if I didn't have a great amount of money, I could present myself to others as if I did. And no one would be the wiser.

Then again, he would be making me into something I'm not. I'm not proper, I'm just known as Jack, my clothes are tattered, and I most definitely did not woo women with a flash of my smile. I was just me, plain and ordinary. And, no offense to Monsieur Monet, but I think I like it that way.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Titanic (Movies)
280 Words.

If ..

If I didn't win that hand of poker,
If Sven didn't bet his ticket for Titanic,
If I hadn't been standing on the deck that day,
If I hadn't been laying out under the stars,
If Rose ignored her feelings of desperation,
If she didn't run by, crying,
If I didn't find the courage to go and stop her,
If she threw herself off the back of the ship,
If she hadn't given me her hand,
If she didn't make up a phony story to keep me from getting arrested,
If Cal hadn't invited me to dinner (without Rose's request),
If Molly didn't have the pencil to write the note,
If Rose decided not to go below deck with me,
If she didn't have a good time,
If she listened to her mother and Cal about not seeing me,
If I hadn't sung "Come Josephine" to her,
If she didn't want me to draw her,
If we didn't make love in the car in the cargo hold,
If Titanic never hit that iceberg,
If she hadn't rescued me from below decks,
If she had only stayed on that lifeboat,
If Titanic never sank,
If the door was strong enough to hold both of us,
If only I had stayed alive ..

Life is a string of "if's" and "what if's" that, when finished, come together to create some kind of existence that meant something to someone. Like I've said before, it's all about what we do in between those "if's" that make it really count.

To making it count.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Misc. Movies (Titanic)
259 Words.

What makes you angriest?

What makes me angriest is being helpless. Seeing things happen before your eyes, knowing that they shouldn't be happening, and being completely powerless to stop them. When I saw Rose that one night, where she was going to throw herself off the back of Titanic, I felt helpless. Having lost my parents so young, I've always had this inner fear regarding those around me and dying. Especially if they die prematurely. That was Rose. She was going to throw her life away because of problems regarding her mother, Cal, and their entire way of life. I knew that there was a fire inside of her that was so desperately trying to break free of the porcelain shell they had forced upon her. I couldn't let the cold waters of the Atlantic, or them, put that fire out.

But who was I? I was nothing more than a poor kid, trying to find a new way of life since the other way hadn't turned out so great. I was a steerage rat, who didn't have anything to offer her. At least nothing that she'd been used to. I had always been a good talker, and I prayed (something I rarely ever did) that those skills wouldn't fail me that night. And I may have talked like I knew what I was doing, and I knew things about the world. In actuality, I didn't. I was a little boy trapped in a moderately adult body. I was positively helpless against the fury of thoughts raging in her mind.

And, really, it turned out better than I could've ever hoped for, but .. for whatever reason, the feeling of helplessness never really went away.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Misc. Movies (Titanic)
281 Words.

What is your favorite retreat from the world?

Well, seeing as how I'm not really living in the world anymore, my retreat is just being here. I've still got a lot of ties to bits and pieces of the materialistic world, but I really try to separate myself from it. I look at it, and I see a lot of death, destruction, and hatred. I see things that shouldn't be happening. And so, there are times where I really have to just close my eyes, and try to get those images out of my head.

Thinking about it now, I think that my retreat from the world is in my own mind. It's both the source of the problem, and the escape from the problem simultaneously. Everyone knows that when you think about things, it usually leads to a variety of feelings. If they're bad thoughts, you end up feeling sad, depressed, and so forth. If they're good thoughts, you end up feeling happy, and giddy, and all. And I've found that when the bad thoughts start making their home in my mind, I go in and purge myself of those thoughts. I clear my head of everything negative, and try to fill it with everything positive. It's the only way that I can really stay sane, because if I let everything get to me, I'd lose my marbles. I guess it's easier for me since I'm not really living through any of what's going on down there, but .. I still think it's achievable. I think that if you really look for that haven, you'll find it easily enough. But you have to start the hunt first.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Misc. Movies (Titanic)
270 Words.

Loyalty

Loyalty? Loyalty is what I'm all about. Well, that and love. But back on topic, I've always been a loyal person. I think it's just in my nature to be that way.

Growing up, it was always about my parents. If they asked me to do something, I might've huffed a little, but I always did whatever they wanted me to. They had been wonderful people, and I really had no reason to disobey them. They had always provided whatever they could for me, sacrificing a lot along the way.

Once they were gone, though, I had to be loyal to someone else: myself. Since I was young and on my own, I had to figure out what my goals, morals, values, and aspirations were. I had to stick to them, no matter what, and be loyal to whatever belief I held. I couldn't falter, especially if it was a matter of life and death.

And then, there was Rose. How could I not be loyal to her? She opened me up to things I hadn't ever felt before. She showed me that not everyone wants to lead the life they do, and that sometimes, all they need is a little nudge in order to break free. She helped me to experience the greatest feeling of love I ever had the pleasure of knowing. And though I hadn't ever been anyone but myself, even from childhood, she made me feel comfortable in my own skin. She deserved every ounce of loyalty, love, affection, adoration .. everything. Rose deserved everything.

Well, I guess my point is that it's hard for me not to be loyal. I always tried to see the best in people, and when you do that, there's no way in heaven and hell you can turn your back on them.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Misc. Movies (Titanic)
302 Words.

Claim one of the following, and I'll do my best to write a 150 or so word drabblet in an efficient amount of time.

Little Boy!Jack
Excited!Jack
Old!Jack
Father!Jack
Modern!Jack
Artistic!Jack
Romantic!Jack claimed by rose_of_titanic
Drunk!Jack claimed by dagreggo
PickYourOwn!Jack

When I awoke the next morning ..

When I awoke the next morning, I didn't know where I was. I had a faint I idea of where I had been, but it all seemed distant. I felt weightless, and light. I opened my eyes, and rubbed them slightly. Once they were opened, I realized I didn't recognize my surroundings. At all. Where was I? I looked down at what I was wearing. It was the same thing from the night before -- Oh my God. The night before, I had frozen in the Atlantic! Memories came flooding back to me. I remembered the ship sinking, and getting sucked down under the water. I remembered punching a guy who thought Rose was a flotation device. I remembered making her lay on the broken door so that we'd managed to find. I remembered the stabbing pains throughout my body as I felt it shutting down from the frigid waters. I remembered wanting to tell Rose that I loved her, but the words wouldn't come out. My lips couldn't move, and my breath wouldn't come.

And then, I remembered peace. And tranquility. And just feeling happy. And then, waking up. I didn't know what I was waking up from, but I wasn't sure what from. I looked around, and realized I had to wait for my forever to start; I had to wait for Rose.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Misc. Movies (Titanic
225 Words.

Frustration

I really tried, when I was alive, not to get too upset about things. I figured that life was only as good as you made each day, so why spend most of it being upset or angry? One particular time comes to mind, though, when I think about being frustrated or irritated.

It was when Cal and Ruth had somehow convinced Rose to not see me again. Rose knew in her heart that we belonged together, and that what we had was only once in a lifetime.. She was listening to logic that really, in actuality, didn't make any sense. She never really told me what Cal and her mother had said to her in order to semi-convince her that we shouldn't be together, but I imagined it had something to do with our different classes. She knew as well as I did that an excuse like that was pathetic, yet she listened to them, if only for a little while. But I wasn't frustrated with her. I couldn't ever be angry with her. I was frustrated at the title I had been branded with. I was frustrated at the way her mother and Cal viewed me, viewed she and I together. I was frustrated at people's inability to see with their hearts, rather than their eyes. I was frustrated with the world, but in the process, had failed to see that Rose was that world for me.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Titanic (Movies)
238 Words.

Jack had seen her. He'd seen her that day on the deck, staring off into the horizon as if she was trying to find a reason to see the next sunrise. Even in the setting sunlight, Jack could see that she was so desperately searching for something, but what that something was, Jack couldn't be sure. But either way, she'd seen him. She'd met his eyes, and Jack felt something inside him stir, even after her fiancee came to retrieve her.

And then, they had met. Perhaps not under the best of circumstances, considering she was contemplating throwing herself off of the back of the ship. But Jack had convinced her otherwise. He'd managed to talk her out of doing what would've been the most tragic act of violence Jack could ever imagine. But their conversation was nothing like what Jack wanted. He wanted to sit with her, out under the stars as their boat steamed ahead toward a new life, talking about anything and everything. Of course, yet again, her fiancee, Cal, had ruined that plan.

But Jack had to see her again. He'd contrived a plan, but he didn't know how successful it would be. He'd managed to get up to the first class deck, which was by no means easy, and now all he had to do was wait. The boat was only so big, and he knew that he could catch her on her daily walks around the sundeck. He acted like a lost, poor, non-English speaking steerage rat who lost their way on the boat. Most of the upper class folk stuck their nose in the air to him, others simply acted as if he wasn't there. One or two tried to shoo him away from their deck as politely as they could, but Jack played dumb every time, and they'd eventually get frustrated and leave him be. They probably figured that he couldn't be that idiotic.

He looked up and down the deck, acting as if he was looking for the right stairwell. And then, he saw her. She was about 100 feet down, walking. And, as an added bonus, it looked like she was walking by herself. Neither Cal nor her mother were accompanying her. A quick smile flashed across his face, but he quickly put on the confused look once again. As she neared, he felt his palms sweat, his heart beat, and his breath shorten. He had to play this right. She was a short distance away, and as she passed him, he "accidentally" bumped into her, still portraying the confused foreigner. And all the while, he was praying (though he wasn't too sure of who was listening) that she'd understand what he was trying to do, and not rat out his cover.

Jack felt his whole body heat up. His face must've been flushed. Beads of sweat were starting to take form on his forehead. It wasn't even that warm in Rose's room; it was far too expensive and luxurious to allow anything other than perfect, temperature included. She had shown him the necklace that Cal had given her, and said that she wanted to be drawn wearing it. That was fine and all, except that was the all she wanted to wear. Jack had done nude portraits before, but never of a first-class woman, and the woman he loved at that.

He shifted the couch over so it was a few feet away from a comfortable-looking chair. He arranged the pillows so that they were mainly at the head of the couch, where Rose would lay her own head. Sighing and trying to calm his nerves, Jack sat down in the chair and got to sharpening his charcoal. No matter how much he tried to steady his nerves, he couldn't seem to do it. His body felt like it was a gigantic ball of flames. He'd never been so nervous before in his whole life.

As Jack continued sharpening, Rose came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a black, see-through kimono of sorts. Jack's knife slowed down against his charcoal, and stared at her. He forced his eyes to stay above her neck so he could look her straight in the eye. He tried to force a smile to cover up the anxiety he was feeling inside, but it was harder than he anticipated.

She threw a dime to him, saying she was a paying customer, and expected to get what she wanted from the drawing. Gulping hard, he held his breath as she let the robe slip off of her shoulders and onto the floor. It glided across her skin like she was made out of porcelain. Quickly glancing at the magnificent body before him, he told her to lay on the bed couch. He told her how to lay her hands and head, and let out a breath of air. The fire had now spread from his external body to a place much deeper within, a place he hadn't ever felt before. And rather than burning him, it brought a sense of warmth that he couldn't have ever imagined without her.

Muse l Jack Dawson
Fandom l Titanic (Movies)
393 Words.