[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)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Amelia turned her focus and attention fully to Thana as the woman started speaking about what was happening right now. First of all there was a lot of information given and in need of thinking. Stuff like how they'd proceed from now, what happening with the resources that were spend on them this week and how it should have been repaid, but apparently it was taken care of this time around. Of course there was also a lot of information given about the rules they'd have to follow if they were all to sign up with the camp. Amelia couldn't help but twitch at the notion that none of them would be allowed weapons unless they passed even more reviews or the like. It wasn't quite a bad idea, especially given what had transpired in the last days of Newnan, but she still couldn't quite get over it outright.

	She looked around and a hand reached for her head for a moment, or rather reached for her currently non existent long hair. She quickly realized it and the hand slowly went down again. She was quiet as she thought. Even if they assured of safety of the camp, there was NO insurance that something might not go wrong. What if a walker suddenly got inside somehow? It wasn't impossible! What if someone else snapped, someone who had a weapon? That was also in her mind not impossible. This was just a fragment of the whole thing, but important one. Then there was the way they would be housed and 'property'. The fact none of them would really own anything in this camp was another thing that she wasn't sure what to think of. It was so foreign to her as a concept. Sure Newnan had such cases to a degree, but this went to a full control of everything. They didn't own anything, except maybe what they brought as normal non important items. With weapons and the like being taken, Amelia sure as hell thought of her baseball bat... She was going to miss the thing.

	Thinking it through very much, she started to figure out a few things to her answer about the situation. For the weapons, she concluded that EVERYTHING could be a weapon. Sure she wouldn't have a proper weapon at hand most of the times, but should the need arises, Amelia was certain she'd find something to use to protect herself or Riley. About the join housing, well it wasn't that much different from back in Newnan. Sure she wasn't sure if they meant here many people in the same room or every couple/person having a room. She'd have to deal with that as it comes if she's accepted, but decided it was probably NOT going to be a critical issue. On the topic of owning a house or even simple items, she was less concerned on actually. Owning a house might be nice, but she wasn't really willing to invest too much into this place without it being proven it would last. Newnan could have lasted... It didn't. Items were less important really. A few luxuries might be nice to have, but honestly she just wanted books and occasionally watch some movie or something. They probably had that and libraries were a thing even before the apocalypse, so she was used to not owning the books she read. Additionally she could perfectly well live with the rule of limited access to certain areas. Though she did consider that curiosity about what's happening in those or what's located there would pop up. If that does happen, she promised to herself to first try asking what's inside there or why they aren't allowed into those. Curiosity killed the cat after all and she sure as the sun rising, didn't want to die.

	After that and other deliberations on the subject, she looked at teh contracts that were distributed. She really slowly and carefully signed it. Some of the others had already gave over their papers. As she gave the thing a final look over, her eyes lingered on the topic of Therapy.[color=8dc73f][i]' Hmm...'[/i][/color] She thought briefly, then just continued down with the rest of the document. Having read it at least 3 times, she finally walked over and handed hers. She wanted to stay and if Riley was staying too, then it was even better. If Riley was leaving, well Amelia would leave as well. That was her decision. She was even going to accept going to therapy. Maybe she'd get to take her baseball bat home again at the end of it too.