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Lee's eye's focused heavily on the slightly bent picture in his hand. Something that makes you upset. Why would they want you to bring such a thing to a 'vacation'? Wasn't this about new beginnings? 'I guess you can't get over something without first acknowledging it.' A soft breath escaped him as he willed an onslaught of tears away from rising to the surface. It had been three months sense the incident and everything still felt so fresh. The sight of the body laying in the alley. The stench of blood, beer and urine mixed together. Just the thought of it made him want to vomit as he did that night. Finding Jinmung's body... it was the hardest thing he had ever been through.

Taking in a deep breath, he let the picture slide from his fingers onto the bed. The room he had been provided only seemed to carry one person at the moment. It was made for four, but he had been the only person to take over it since boarding the ship. Either he won this trip because of lack of occupants, or he just hadn't noticed the others outside of his room. There was a chance that his roommates wanted to just explore things outside rather than keep themselves locked in a room like he had.


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Albrecht Haltz__________ Allo. . . Lets Drink.
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Sitting alone at the ship's bar, sat a tall man. The small tink, coming from the sound of ice hitting the sides of a glass. A bottle of scotch and a now empty glass with only a few ice cubes in it remaining. The man reaching over and pouring himself another glass. A unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Raising the glass to his lips he nursed his drink slowly but his nurse never stopped as he let the bitter fluid pour down his throat. He was so used to the taste that he did not show the smallest sign of discomfort while drinking. His right arm was doing all the work, of pouring and lifting the glass. His left arm, well he figured it was either in a bin some where or perhaps a dogs chew toy. He really did not care any more.

After his glass was empty once more he went to refill it. Tipping the bottle over only a few drops slowly spilled into the glass. Looking over at the bartender, he called out." Entschuldigen Sie . . . Errm I mean excuse me, but can I get a beer please, a Bitburger If possible." He said deciding he was just have a few beers to finish him off. Albrecht spoke a good amount of English, he had to since he was a detective and often cases had to deal with foreigners. His accent was still very thick of more often then not understandable. The bartender nodding, and uncapping a beer for him. Raising the bottle to the man Al said. "Prost" Then kicking the bottle back draining it a quarter. The taste always reminded him of home. He never really left Germany that often. So when he did he always managed to find himself a little home sick.

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Some say I won't find happiness at the bottom of a glass._________ They were right. . .
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'Nova Initia... A place to start fresh? I doubt it.'
Andrea Casablancas wasn't what one would normally call an optimistic person. She doubted any and every thing. Always saw things through a more 'realistic' point of view. The free trip to the island of Nova Initia was one among many things that she felt suspicious about. Why would anyone give her a free pass to an island they made seem so amazing? What exactly was the catch here? Was there some sort of ambush attack waiting to happen as soon as she set foot on the island? Were the people on the ship out to get her too? The thoughts were more than enough to send her head spinning.

In hopes to relax her mind, a cigarette was now being put to use. Andy knew the dangers behind her smoking and drinking habits, but the warnings never did any good; she would continue to do as she pleased. Besides, what did her life matter now? She was the last of the Casablanca lineage.

Andrea roamed the top deck of the ship freely, eyeing the passing figures curiously. Surprisingly, this was her first time on a real ship. Andrea considered herself lucky that the motion sickness hadn't gotten to her yet. Though the oceanic view was mesmerizing, Andrea couldn't help but wonder why she was told to bring specific items. The things she had decided to take brought on so much anger and pain. Andy couldn't bare to keep them in sight. The items were locked away with the rest of her belongings. What this island had in store for Andy was a complete mystery. And so, with a sigh of frustration, Andrea gave up the mental racking and leaned onto the railing of the ship. The shortening cigarette and the view from where she stood helped ease her nerves, but she was still, as always, aware of her surroundings and ready to flee when the time called for it.



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It was unfortunate that Al had grown such a high tolerance for alcohol. He only had a really good buzz going, after a whole bottle of scotch and a beer. He needed to take it easy, his councilor had told him to ease up on the drinking. He was following his direction, though it would not look like it to any one that did not know how much he normally drank. Ordering another beer he stood up, he needed a smoke. Walking outside into the bright light did not make him feel well. Letting out a small sigh, he walked over to the railing and was about to reach into his pocket for his lighter when he realized his hands were full. "Bah s**t." He said not being able to maneuver his lighter out of his pocket. Looking around he spotted a young woman near by smoking.

Al really did not feel comfortable going up to strangers but, he was also told to try and be more social again. So he decided to carefully approach her. "Ehh verzeihen, erm do you have a. . . uhh Flamme." He said having a hard time on remembering what the word for lighter was in English. So took the cigarette from his mouth and held it up trying to signify he was asking for a lite. His hand held his beer and his cigarette, so it was quite full." I would use my own, but as you might see, I am a bit short handed here." He said trying to make a small joke at his own expense smiling uncomfortably.

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The massive cruise ship was built for comfort. From the red velvet carpets, to the natural wood paneling; it looked like something out of a movie. The many common areas were large, with ceilings that were more than thirty feet above the passengers head. The dining area was always stocked with food and the sound of soothing music could be heard in every area of the ship. The hallways had a different color depending on where you were, but all the walls were lined with portraits and photos of an assortment of calming, and peaceful things.

The sound of the massive turbines that pushed the ship forward was nearly nonexistent unless you were down in the lowest rooms of the ship. Every few hours the captain would get on the loudspeaker and make a joke or two, followed by an estimate on how long it'd take them to get to the "little strip of paradise".

On the deck, the sea air was strong but not overwhelming; the perfect mix of ocean and land. Inside the hallways had a smell of baked goods, and fresh laundry. Each scent was clean and distinct; they instantly could be recognized for what they were.

Despite all of this, the ship gave off an uneasy feeling; like the dark corner of a room after watching an all-night marathon of horror films. Perhaps it was the fact that very few people had gotten on the cruise ship at the dock, only a dozen at most. So little people had gotten on that you could walk the entire length of the ship and not meet another soul.

Perhaps it was that the entire ship was trying too hard to make it's passengers comfortable and calmed. From the mahogany railings to the placement of the furniture, everything in the ship was built for this purpose which put the entire ship firmly into the uncanny valley.

Perhaps it was the captains voice; with it's forced cheerfulness and panicked undertones. The constant mention of the island as a paradise, or a light in the darkness felt fake; from a script. Every so often, the captains voice would crack with what sounded like a sob trying to escape. It would last only an instant and then was gone; replaced with the well scripted humor and time till arrival.

Perhaps it was the lack of crew. Only a few times during the entire trip had a member of crew made it's presence known, and despite this everything remained in working order. Food was restocked, beds were made, and the deck was spotless. Every once in a while a crew member would show themselves and even then only when needed to keep the passengers happy; the bartender when someone wanted a drink, the waiter when someone wanted that authentic restaurant feel, and room service for the people that stayed in.

However, should you fight past all that; maybe chalk all it up to amazing service and a tired captain. You would still feel that uneasy feeling. The feeling of being someplace you shouldn't be and messing with things you couldn't possibly comprehend. The feeling of being watched all the time. The feeling that you've stepped off the edge of safety and ended up in the land where nightmares are born.

"We'll be landing in slightly over an hour," The captain's voice was tired over the loudspeakers, "I urge you all to get to know your fellow passengers and prepare to finally step foot on the majestic island paradise of Nova Initia."


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With a quick flick of her wrist, her the cigarette butt quickly vanished into the water beneath them. The sea was such a beautiful thing to Andrea. It fascinated her. The swirls of deep blueish blacks. The crashing of water against the boat who's color seem to fade as their sway was put to a stop. "All good things come to an end.." her words came out more of a sigh than anything. It seemed everything reminded her of that.

The faint sound of footsteps seemed to approach the Italian woman. Her hands clenched the rails with such intesity that her knuckles turned a ghostly white shade. Breathing in, she found her composure and turned to face herself with a man. After getting a better look, she realized he only had his right arm. He began to say something but his accent was hard to figure out. But she could make out a few of his words. The motions were what really gave it away. With a nod, Andy took out her lighter and flicked it on. Her hand cupped around the flame so that the wind wouldn't blow it out, and she brought it to the end of his cigarette. "I can see that.." she let out a half-hearted chuckle, hoping her own words were easy to make out through her thick Italian/Spanish accent. Another cigarette was withdrawn for herself. Not good manners to let someone smoke alone, right? Even still, Andrea was a bit suspicious of the man. The cigarette was more of a way to allow her to keep quite for the moment.


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As the woman finally realized what he wanted he put the cigarette back into his mouth as she started to lite it. Sucking lightly so the end would catch. As it was fully lit he pulled back and took a long drag, breathing out over the side of the boat. Manuvering the Cigarette to the corner of his mouth he said." Danke." He said thanking her, then leaning over the railing and took a long hard drink of his beer. He could feel the tension in the air, it was really unpleasant. He felt like he had to say something. Taking a deep breath, he put his beer up to his lips and drained the rest of it. Letting out a breath of slight satisfaction, he tossed the bottle away into a near by bin.

pausing a for a few moments, taking a few drag's of his cigarette. He then turned to the woman. "Erm, I am Albrecht by the way, but you can call me Al. Thanks for the help earlier." He said extending his hands shortly, Not sure if she would accept it or not. He did not want to seem like a creepy old man or anything. Hearing the announcements and the very odd captain coming over the intercom. It was good that the island was only a little over hour away now. He was sick of being on this ship, everything was just so strange here, and there were hardly any people on it. He at least expected crew to be walking around. At least there was crew where they really needed to be, like the bar.

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