<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931886#msg14931886)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Orleans > Front of ship bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, 11:30<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Arrival - A little withdrawn<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture + skinny-jeans > One-piece swimsuit (https://i.imgur.com/Qs8OOtj.png), sandals with raised heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open as a book!<br/><hr/><br/><em>"New Orleans?! When did you get there?!"</em><br/><strong>"Last night ma, look-</strong><br/><em>"What about your father's birthday?! You know he's been looking forward to your visit, it's been three years!"</em><br/><strong>"It's not been- Wait maybe it has..."</strong><br/><em>"It has! Every time you promise you'll come, you cancel last minute!"</em><br/><strong>"I know ma, I'm sorry, it's-"</strong><br/><em>"It's your own damn father you should be apologizing to, not me!"</em><br/><strong>"Look, you're constantly nagging me about taking more time off. This is a once in a lifetime thing, and I'm literally standing by the dock right now. Can't we just <em>please</em> have this conversation later?"</strong><br/><em>"(sigh) Please call him at least... You know he misses you. Ya'know, I was talking with the editor for the-"</em><br/><strong>"Not this again. I'm not taking the job, so stop giving him hope."</strong><br/><em>"He's a big fan of your work! Think about it at least?"</em><br/><strong>"... I need to go mom, the others are starting to board. Tell dad I love him, and that I'll try to visit as soon as I can. Talk to you soon okay?"</strong><br/><em>"... Alright hun, take care, love you. Just think about it, okay?"</em><br/>*beep*<br/><br/><strong>"Like hell I'll think about it... God fucking damn it."</strong>Amelia was tempted to throw the phone to the fish. Ultimately it was the pricetag that got her to change her mind, and the phone returned to the pocket of her jacket.<em>Way to kill the mood mom, Jesus. First vacation in five years and you try to guilt-trip me out of it? Come on..."</em><br/><br/>Seeing the crowd rapidly moving along the gangway was enough for Amelia to stop rubbing her temples, get her luggage and move on. God she hoped she'd have reception on her dad's birthday, though knowing her luck she suspected she wouldn't. Either way she'd have to wait and see, if nothing else she'd call him at some point when they were at dock. She handed off most of her luggage to a handler, keeping a single suitcase on hand, just in case it took some time to sort out the luggage for all the passengers, and pressed on.<br/><br/>The queue felt like it took forever once she first stood in it. Still, it moved along. Soon enough she was standing at the checkpoint.<br/><br/><em>"Can I see your pa-"</em><br/><strong>"I know the drill."</strong>The boarding pass was in the left pocket, she held it between her lips as she pulled out the passport from the right and handed the bundle over. It all checked out, and she was led on. She was met by the stewardess who would lead her to her room, and who offered to handle her suitcase. No real reason not to, so she handed it over and walked alongside the woman through the hallways. The stewardess was explaining about the facilities, but Amelia wasn't listening. The unnaturally chipper attitude was almost intimidating on its own.<br/><em>Well, if this career fails, I'm sure you'll have a bright career ahead of you in telemarketing.</em><br/><br/>They arrived at her room not a moment too early. Despite her cynical attitude, she thanked the stewardess and pulled her suitcase along with her into the room, shutting the door after her. Looking at the clock, she didn't have a lot of time to get ready, at least it felt like she didn't.<br/><br/><strong>"One-piece to make sure nobody thinks you're a bicycle..."</strong>Amelia mumbled along as she rummaged through the suitcase, figuring out what to wear.<strong>"Heels to counteract the bicycle-thing..."</strong>After getting changed, it was over to the bathroom to apply makeup.<strong>"Eyeshadow to hide that you have the night-cycle of a teenager... Lipstick so something's kissable even if your personality is shit..."</strong>Self depreciation was a form of comedy right? Well, that was that, all dressed up.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>God... This is so much easier while working...</em>While the thought of approaching someone hit her, she pussied out and ended up going for one of the bars instead. The stewardess had been low-key bragging about some signature drink while they were making their way to her room, that much she had picked up on at least, and there was no doubt she'd need at least a little liquor to loosen up, so when the drink was offered up, who was she to decline.