[color=Red][CENTER][h1][b]Amelia[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]

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Amelia had been trying a place to just at least be left alone. Unfortunately, uniform and not having been wheeled in with the more rebellious types seemed to have marked her as someone "normal" and who "wanted to be part of the program". Amelia was very much not that, and was getting tired of telling people to fuck off politely enough to not get told off. This whole place stank of enforced conformity. Worse then that, some of the new students with her seemed to think the forced conformity was ok.

After pushing her way through the crowd after getting food, Amelia looked over to see a small group of other new students like her out of the way from the others. And would you look at that. One of them was the guy basically strapped to a gurney. The other had a collar that looked like it belonged on some giant serial killer or something. If ever there was an opportunity for her to ditch the sheep, this was it. Amelia made her way over to the trio, and placed her tray down. "I'm guessing that this is the group of people who aren't 'with the program'. Can I hide here with you three? If I have to listen to more of this kumbaya crap I'm gonna puke. And it would be kind of pathetic if I did that after making it through the shuttle ride." Amelia didn't quite wait for an answer, sitting down with what she was desperately hoping were her fellow degenerates. "Amelia. My name."