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

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Amelia returned Lynn's look of curiosity with one of her own. Lynn's surface level persona had been simple to pin down. Unlike Amelia, she wasn't a trouble maker out of a desire to rebel against an unjust society. She was a troublemaker by necessity and by how she was raised. However, it was the details where Amelia has really having trouble in pinning her down. Lynn apparently had a very strange set of scruples that she held to for what Amelia had expected. Amelia had expected Lynn to not give a shit about the cop she now know was named Radvi, and yet she was first to try and stabilize him of anyone. On top of that, Amelia wasn't quite sure where exactly she stood with Lynn. Clearly she held some curiosity to Lynn, or she would have told her to fuck off much sooner then now.

Amelia cocked her head at Lynn's jewelry comment. Jewelry? Why would Lynn give a shit about what people were. "....Oh. [i]Ooooh.[/i]" Amelia's eyes flickered with understanding. "Jewelry. Right. Guess I am too then. Though I'm more interested in the people the [i]generous and caring people of the Promise[/i] would want to give [i]welcome presents[/i] of nice bracelets." Amelia's tone was so dripping with sarcasm one could swear they could hear it fall like raindrops to the ground. Amelia scoffed at her own comment and rolled her eyes at nothing in particular. "This whole thing is a fucking joke."

Amelia looked up at Lynn with a raised eyebrow at her next question.
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"That jacket, you... that from like a motorcycle or something?"[/i]

Amelia gave a genuine smile back. "Yep. The good shit. It's lucky. Because I'm lucky to even still have it at all." Amelia looked it over a bit admiringly. "My parents are the fucking worst. And when they finally figured out I had no intention of dressing [i]like a lady,[/i] you know, as if they had any right to control what I wear to begin with, they insisted if I wore a leather jacket it'd be some department store fashionable crap. I had already gotten my powers at this point, so that shit wasn't happening. When they tried stalking me through the store so I'd get something they approved of, I went to the bathroom, teleported to a store more my style, and bought this." She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, looking proud. "Spent the rest of my money on something my parents liked but I had no intention of wearing, and smuggled the real one out. My first major success smuggling shit around."

She looked back over at Lynn. "I haven't seen them selling anything like this myself, but I wouldn't be surprised. Especially if they insist on pretending there are still seasons up here. Just don't expect anything with real leather. That shit's pricey." Amelia suddenly looked a little disappointing. "Fuck me. I just remembered getting sent up here cheated me out of a motorcycle. Dammit."

Amelia considered asking Lynn something in return, looking her over with curiosity again. In the end though, she decided against it. Lynn would probably not be very forthcoming with answers without some actual rapport between them. And Amelia....couldn't actually say one way or the other if she had. Better not to risk it.