[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Carrington[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b][i] Apartment Upper East Side, New York City[/i]
[b]Interacting With: [/b][i]The Computer[/i][hr][hr][/center]

	Tatiana was in sweet slumber, dreaming of what she always did, ballet. Toe on point, the stage, the grand sweeping entrance, the emotions, the pain you pushed through for that brief moment of transcendence. It all swirled through her dreams, fueled by the last years worth of work she had done in secret, something she wondered if she should let her family know about at this upcoming probably train wreck of a reunion.

	The beep of a message came from her lap top and her eyes fluttered open, silencing it and rolling over to go back to sleep, forgetting for a time what she was trying to accomplish for one facade in favor for the world of dreams. That only lasted a short time before she shot straight up in bed, wide awake and snatching the computer from its place in the thick down comforter and into her lap.

	Rubbing her eyes she clicked open and read the email. So he was in? That's good, isn't it? Or lord, the mention of rich. Well she was well to do in her own right but when she thought of true wealth she could only think of her parents, that was what some Americans referred to as stupid rich. 

	Taking a deep breath she started a search online for flights out of Toronto to New York for tomorrow, only seats left were first class and were way over priced for last minute travel during the holidays but beggars couldn't be choosers and she was surely at the beggar end of this bargain.

	[i]Let's just say urgent and I make enough, I'll fill you in on the rest when you arrive.

	Confirmation number for your flight is AEGSCHE538 for British Airways out of Toronto at 6pm tomorrow, you'll be in New York by 7pm. First class, sorry was all they had left. Just bring your ID and Passport, along with the confirmation number. 

	Instead of you having to try to find your way on the subway, I have arranged for a car to pick you up. Driver will ask for id, they'll have a sign with your name on it at baggage claim outside of international flights. Just tell him to bring you to Seraphim Tattoos in the Bronx. Any problems, call me at 01-212-474-5693

	When you get there, just ask the clerk at the main desk for Tati. Prewarning the place looks more like a dive bar than somewhere you want to get ink at. But hey, they do the best work on this side of the states.

	Tatiana~

P.S. Oh if you plan on harvesting my kidney, let me warn you my father will find you and he will kill you. See you soon, ^^ [/i]

	With that she clicked send and went back to dream land for a few hours. 

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	The day went by quickly for Tatiana but she had this constant dread balled up in the pit of her stomach. Was she nuts for hiring someone off Craigslist to go with her? What if he was a murdered? Crazy? Or even worse with her family, ugly? 

	She did her best to keep her mind off things, staying up at the shop all day, trying to stay busy. Co-workers asked her what was up, why she was so on edge. She spilt it all and got the same worry from them she had already within her. That she had just hired an ax-murderer.