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It didn't take long for Amy to make her way down from the cliff side, bumping into a few people and collecting her gear she set out for her own tent. The bear traps were done and stored with, now the world was waiting - maybe. She needed talk to people, relax. Apparently, alot had happened today, stuff was found and a kid but that's all she knew. Her train of thought was interrupted by some innate carnal behavior, monkey sounds emitting from a nearby tent. Soft laughter spewed out of the young woman's mouth, how childish and immature. Who was she to judge tent-side fuckery or animal impressions? Regardless, she found herself saying

[color=0054a6]"Fucking losers."[/color]

To no one in particular.

It was a bit of a walk back to the campfire, where everyone was setting up to drink and celebrating. Celebrate nothing special of course, but it was here when Amy found out about the kid. Not that she asked or anything, she was alone again on a log. A conversation was brought up about the kid, apparently, she tried to kill one of the troopers when they found her. Stupid, whoever it was should have shot her back but they kept her like they kept the baby bear. The kid was a liability - just like Lyra. Amy found herself smiling to herself at the thought of Lyra and a child being associated. The cunt was just like a kid, stuck up, entitled and stupid. 

Looking at her hands she imagined blood or something gnarly on to be covered on them in an event of a fight. She wanted to fight someone, it just felt right to deal on a dish of self-righteous justice to someone she didn't like. She didn't know alot of people though, not enough people to hate. She didn't like Lyra though, something was off about her - so she always got shit detail when it came to technology. Amy didn't want to see her, Jain or Maisy. Yet, they still showed their faces like they knew they could taunt her. They were wrong, one day was going to be the day Amy picks a fist fight with the wrong bitch. Or the right one, she couldn't gauge her strength. She just knew she blamed a few individuals for problems that were only partly their fault, eyes back on the growing campfire Amy saw herself calm down.

The kid, they shouldn't have taken her in.

Amy felt around her person, she was looking for her ice pick but she must of left it in her tent.

What a shame.[/center]