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Watching the numbers on her watch wrapped around her slender wrist go from 4:44 to 4:45 was a signal that she could now move forward to the boat. It would (as you may have not known) been in bad taste and bad luck to do such an event on an even number. Or so Tiffany truly believed. Dragging behind her 3 things of luggage: a trunk, a small bag, and a cross body purse. The contents were quite eclectic ranging from the much needed things such as clothing and toiletries to the odd things such as her first lost baby tooth in a small envelope. These things all had reason to be with her, though the reasoning wasn't always quite logical.

Reaching the table Tiffany found her documents and room key quite quickly. She gripped it in her fingers tight, and before moving up to board the ship decided that she would arrange the remaining papers and keys in reverse alphabetical order- just in case. After completing said task, she boarded the ship with her head up high and her large round eyes glancing around taking in every detail of the magnificent vessel. [i]"It's beautiful"[/i] she thought to herself, tears almost forming in her eyes as she thought of what this journey meant to her. Shaking her head, she paused for a moment to look at the map of her room, and which room she would be staying in.

201

Odd. Thank goodness. 

Upon reaching her room she placed both the trunk and bag inside, leaving the purse wrapped around her petite body. She had been dressed in a yellow cocktail dress with white polka dots adorning the entire thing. Perhaps it was a bit bright and cheerful for such an occasion, but it was what she had wanted to wear. Taking another look at the map she traced her fingers a long the path towards the living room where she was meant to meet the rest of the passengers. She folded up her documents and key and placed them securely into her purse and walked down quickly to her destination.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Entering the room her painted red lips formed into a small smile. The two men in front of her look friendly enough. [i]"Pardon me."[/i] she said quietly, not wanting to interrupt the two having a conversation as she walked in fast strides to the bar that she noticed in the back. She mixed herself a small drink and took seat in a chair next to one of the men, trying not to cause much attention to herself.