<strong>Amelia Lightfoot <br/>Prisoner Cellblocks CD08...and elsewhere...</strong><br/><br/>Amelia looked over the cell searching it methodically and perfectly. She decided which bunk would be hers and chose the bottom she could not even be sure if the older lady would be brought back to this room anyway. The young killer tried to see if there was anything that might be made as an implement of enlightenment. That appeared to be the problem with this place, the lack of facilities. Still Amelia was creative and she would certainly work her way round these issues. For out of adversity her true ascendance would happen.<br/><br/>Perhaps Amelia wondered, she might get herself assigned to the medical facility, after all she had her own ‘medical’ experience, also she wanted to view the library, as they had taken her own books off her. Her musings stopped for a short while as did her search and she remained standing stock still with that slight smile on her young and almost innocent face, her skin was like porcelain and was as cold as it too. Her eyes like glass stared to the middle distance, Amelia looked like some doll and had all the empathy of one too.<br/><br/>Yes all this was because her mind was else where, as she had not been told she could sit she remained standing. Oh but her thoughts were in far more wonderful places. Her memories of some of those deaths could be relived so many times. Maybe she could relive them here in reality before she continued, after all everyone in here was a sinner, she just did not uderstand why none of them would accept it. Amelia was more than happy to claim her beautiful work once she was arrested.