[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTojj1OLJ5T4f77dGDefsPABUy66bkRd0RrN7KvzNO5QjJ6xT01sw[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b]Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
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	And just as things seemed to be calming down and all that, something weird happened. There was a really weird sound... a sound that caused awkwardness to show on her face as she realized what it was and where it came from. The word Dumbo didn't quite made it any better as her face froze in a shocked expression before she regained her bearings and pulled her eyes away and down to the book that she had found to continue reading. She thought to herself that there were all manners of people out there still and frankly living as they were all until now, manners weren't really the great focus for all of them. She shouldn't judge and she chose not to, instead she focused on the book. At least the rhymes in the book were easy to pull the attention into, made the mind work as the rhyming happened.
	
	Sure enough the Atticus or whatever fellow finally arrived with some medicine for Jamie. Then her stated out the room arrangements. Amelia's face completely froze in emotionless scowl as she learned she was NOT in a room with Riley. Damn it all! She wondered what to do, what to say and if she should beg, but chances were they weren't going to accept any beggings or pleas. She really wasn't happy about having to share a room with someone else than Riley and what's more an unknown person and Beatrice... Amelia didn't recall of being too close with Beatrice even back in Newnan. She was torn on the inside, but the voice of reason in her mind overcame the paranoia for the moment. Even if they were going to be LOCKED INSIDE the rooms, which hell yeah that was direct prison enviroment here, but there was no other choice. Either that or leave... And she wanted her group to have the best possible chances of being accepted. Amelia owed them that much at the very least. She couldn't cause any problems about it, so she just leaned on Riley. She wasn't expecting of doing much sleeping tonight...

	Then the priest commented on the death of Dumbo... Suddenly it something struck her nostrils like a metaphorical atomic fart bomb. All of Amelia's inside seemed to be forced to churn in a mere moment as she suddnely bolted upwards from the chair, dropping the book she held in her hands as she bolted to teh closest thing she saw that wasn't going ot be puking out on the floor. It turned it was the Dish bin that they put the used tableware in. She threw up violently, emptying her just somewhat filled stomach. She couldn't remember just how long it has been since she had smelled something so bad it caused her to throw up like this.[color=8dc73f]" I'm so sorry..."[/color] She said weakly, still feeling her inside twisting.[color=8dc73f]" I will wash these..." [/color]She added, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve now, trying to deal with the smell and calm her twisting stomach.