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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M) 
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	The trial continued on with the rest of the events that transpired into quarantine and eventually proceeded to the ones past. She noted that Nikki was asked why she had kissed Hunter and Amelia didn’t really think that was a question that needed to be asked in such a public place and event. The answer wasn’t too unusual all things considered and the girl was soon told she could step down. The one who came up afterwards was Gunny.

	What led to the charges it seemed was a rather big case of problems that hunters had piled on himself. His attitude by the sound of it really needed work, now Amelia was self aware enough that if they had separated her from Riley, she’d likely have gone unhinged and unstable as well, but his attitude even before they took the hellhound, beast, creature of terror from him also needed a lot of work. She also recalled their party night after the end of quarantine and well the drunken stupor he drank himself into.

	Following that was the most unexpected turn of events that Amelia could have imagined. They brought out a video recording, so they had them under observation via hidden camera there. Made her think of there was a hidden camera at Supply. Well it would make sense to have the workplaces monitored or at least ones of greater importance. She didn’t actually mind that too much, it meant more security overall and made her feel safer. The things she heard and saw however made her look to the side and close her eyes, muttering underneath her breath, seeking Riley’s arm for comfort. He was uncomfortable to listen to even though she didn’t really wish him harm. Amelia was pretty certain they weren’t ever going to be getting alone even if they had a chance of interacting more. Every word he spoke, made her want to either hit him or just ignore him.

	As finally hunter was called to testify for himself, she knew that it likely wasn’t good. Even now his way of speaking rubbed her the wrong way. She squeezed Riley’s hand tightly. She hoped that she’d be better if she was in his shoes. If nothing else she wouldn’t have antagonized anybody and she tried to always be on point with her tasks. Now all that was left to see was his own words to the questioning her approved of and the result of the trial. She didn’t wish him harm, but honestly didn’t expect them to let him stay, at least not without heavy restrictions.
	
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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hospital(B)(J4)→General Housing(X)()
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	Lisa gave a silent nod of greeting and acknowledgement to Mary when she arrived in the room. It wasn’t the best of scenarios, but she continued to quietly retell the story as a barely a whisper, waiting for the team that would bring Lucy away from here to arrive. Minutes stretched, time seemed to collapse on itself or mayhaps stretch to eternity? She was used to death by now, pretty much everybody was if they had survived to this point, but a situation like this still hit you even if you could just bash somebody’s skull in for survival. This wasn’t a struggle for dear life with walkers all around, nor was it a bandit raid or other undesirables. It was a little girl who only wished for better life and dreamed of magic and the fantastical stories. Lisa fell silent and caressed the picture the girl drew for her with the tip of her fingers as if she might damage it otherwise.

	[color=f7941d]“I will, thank you, Mary.”[/color] Lisa replied, standing up from her seat as the other woman pulled the table away, causing the crayon to fall. Her eyes locked onto it like a hawk. Right away she leaned down and picked it up, carefully placing it with the others, quickly lining them up on the table and giving a nod to the other people in the room. She walked to the door, still holding in her arms the picture that was named for her and looked a final time at Lucy.[color=f7941d]” Goodbye.”[/color] She muttered and with a frail smile left the room. Lisa knew that Lucy’s body was in capable hands now. They will do right by her.

	She walked out of the hospital, noting the rain had stopped. How time flied when she was telling that story. A sad smile graced her lips again and she shook her head, heading towards her apartment. Nikki was likely still at Court, so she’d be alone and that served her for the time being. She walked down the street, without hurrying too much and was thinking about many different things. It was bound to happen sooner and later and it at least saved the girl a lot of suffering she’d have in the future and Lisa was grateful she was there! Lucy wasn’t alone when it happened and she was spending the last moments with a happy memory. That was the most important thing one could want, to not be alone when the time comes. Her sad smile was also a happy smile, a contradiction she didn’t care to think about. 

	Walking up the stairs and eventually to her door, she barely realized when she had walked the entire distance from Medical to the General Housing without realizing when she had crossed the distance. She opened the door and entered, walking to her bed and placing the picture on the nightstand by it and then sat down, tossing a look at the papers she was preparing for her proposal for the engineering/trap competition. She thought for a moment and grabbed a few empty sheets( She needed to get a notebook later ) and after a moment started writing.

	[color=f7941d][i]‘Prince Ivan and Vasilisa the Wise...’ [/i][/color]With the title written, she began writing down the story just as she had retold it to Lucy. It had given her a bit of a perspective today. She wasn’t the best writer, but she didn’t have to think the stories from scratch. She just had to write what she remembered and she knew quite a few, not the entire several hundred pages worth of stories she had as a child on that specific book, but she remembered more than a few. Lisa now decided to transcribe as many as she could. She’d still arrange the competition, but this came as a bit of a priority for the moment. Fairy tales were important, doubly so in a world like this. She glanced at the drawing of flowers on her nightstand[color=f7941d][i].’ Yes… now where was I? Ahh yes, they drew their heavy bows...’[/i][/color] She thought and returned to writing. Later she was going to try to use contribution points to get a notebook to write into instead.