[h1][color=red]Amelia[/color][/h1]

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Amelia grinned as Keaton explained that she had made a Freaky D sighting in the hospital. "Oh, really, huh? You ran into Freaky D? Don't suppose you know where he's storing all of his spray paint, do you? I still need to get my hands on some to do my own tagging." At Lynn's comment, she gave a look of confusion. "Run....with? I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, but I was by myself." Amelia flipped her sketchbook around, showing Lynn a series of planned 'improvements' to the decor. "Just good old fashioned street art. Stuff in alleys, on walls. I admit to putting the occasionally dick on a billboard of a politician. Low class, I know. Buuuuuuuuuut it's still funny."

Amelia was enjoying her time with this little band of misfits. I mean, they had all the archetypes right here. The bad boy, the denim chick, the shy weirdo, the girl who doesn't take shit from anyone. And her, the tagging anarchist, filled out the ranks. It might be harder to cause trouble, but she was certainly in the right group for it. She made a noise of amusement at Lynn's comment how they weren't friends. "Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better Lynn. But let it be known. By the end of the month. You. Me. If not friends, at the very least tolerable acquaintances. Calling it now."

Amelia's enjoyment of the evening died as she shot up, instincts on high alert as Archie screamed. [i]Archie. Screaming. Archie[/i] she thought to herself. [i]Shit must be serious.[/i] Amelia let the others take the lead, out of practice of course, before suddenly teleporting to the front of the back once she was behind them all.

She arrived just as Lynn was pulling Archie away. Amelia, ever the curious sort, moved past them to get a look. And then she froze. All of the color went from her face right then and there as she froze in shock.

Amelia had seen this man before. When he was alive.

Amelia SCREAMED.

She fell back on her ass, rapidly scrambling away from the body as rapidly as a floundering fish. "Oh god, its him its him its [i]HIM[/i]. Why is he here, [i]why is he here[/i]?!?! Amelia scrambled to her feet, spinning around in desperation, practiced eyes trying to catch sight of the woman who she [i]knew[/i] was responsible. "Fuck fuck FUCK. She's following me, [i]why is she following me!?!?[/i] Amelia froze with indecision for a few moments, not sure what to do. And then well practiced instinct kicked in.

Amelia BOLTED for the tree line. She wanted to break line of sight, she [i]needed[/i] to break line of sight to escape the woman she was sure had left this here for her.

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