Pay, a tall and dark man pulled his bags with him, as he was about to board a very large and demeaning ship. It was full of people already, and as he had a tough time with being social with people, he didn’t need more. Hopefully he’d get on the ship soon and be able to just relax in his room. Now this was a new experience for him. His friend had convinced him entirely that going on a cruise would relax him from a dire situation at home, he put too much trust in his friends. He approached the docking bay and handed his passport over rather quickly, it was less than two minutes before the man gave his pass back and said, “We’re gonna need to check that” the man was slightly chubby and was a badger, his glare was unsettling as he handed over his luggage, hoping to all the gods he didn’t find any of the knives he had sneakily hidden in it. Pay was a golden brown with a very light under belly, he had highlights of red and a deep dark brown that mended into his back. Pays tail lashed, it was much like a lions tail, skinny until it hit the end of his tail, where it then lead out to a fuzzy tip. His hair was a light brown that turned black on the tips, he had messy short bangs that were almost always over his eyes. His hair was long in the back, but was almost always in a ponytail. Pays eyes were a very dull and melancholy blue. He also usually wore very loose cloths, and his signature blue leather jacket, it bared his native flag, a small red white and blue, Norwegian flag.
The badger checked it, then closed his bag and gave it back to pay “Ship’s leavin" in about fifteen minutes, get on and go to your room, captain’s orders” He almost hissed
“Thanks?” Pay said questionably while boarding the ship.
Nebu, a short, pale, 19 year old walked out of his room on the ship, he decided it would be a good idea to go get a drink. Seeing how this cruise was meant to be a birthday celebration for him, and he was now legally able to drink alcohol he decided to get drunk, and maybe give the guests a show when they finally took off. However not everything played out to his advantage. Nebu walked down the hallway from his room with a bounce in his step when he was suddenly stopped by one of the security guards there to protect his family. "You have to return to your room Nebu." The wolf said, in a deep raspy voice. "Oh come now, Terrance. You know my dad owns the ship, and you. So just let me go get a drink." Nebu said practically waving his father's money in Terrance's face.
"No Nebu. I'm sorry, but your father said under no circumstances must you or any of the guests leave the rooms until we take off, it will only take about 15 minutes, and then you can come out." Terrance said, obviously getting annoyed. He pointed towards Nebu's door and huffed in his face, "go."
"Terrance, you know I hate you right? Like one of these days I'll kill you."
Terrance laughed and at no point lowered his arm, "I'll believe it when I see it."
Nebu turned and waved his arm in the air as a goodbye, "Alright I'm going, but you won't see it coming!" He called back.
Pay walked through the semi empty corridors cussing most of the way, he kept his head down and his ears pinned. He fiddled with his bags as he came up to the next hallway, the hallway that was closest to his room. Room 107 was his, he glanced forward as two men were talking, the first was much older then him, as he heard his name, ‘Terrance’ and another who was walking away now, a boy no older than him began to walk the direction he was headed. He scrambled past the security, still on edge as he was walking after the other person trying not to be a bother but in total he was confused which hallway he was going to, the ships corridors seemed to switch and churn in every directions, numbers that made no sense to him collecting together. He reached his only hand out and tapping the boys shoulder
“Excuse me, don't you know where room one zero sss...” his eyebrows furrowed
‘Stupid!’ He thought, he forgot how to pronounce the number seven in English. He almost went pale as he realized that he had put himself into an awkward situation
“Never the mind..” he said quietly in a thick accent.