<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br/>Cell CD08</strong><br/><br/>Amelia looked the man right in the eyes there was no fear there, only perhaps a little amusement. She blinked slowly and continued to watch him. She was well aware that he wanted to make a masculine show of power; obviously he had little idea about how to do that. The young woman knew how to play the game and this one, this large guard would be so entertaining. She tilted her head once that same look in her eye as he left, it was then the killer turned those eyes to the other prisoner. There was something inhuman about Amelia as she smiled politely.<br/><br/>“What would he know of Hell, he is obviously not aware of my work? That man certainly has a problem with anger…or shall we call it Wrath. Circle Five according to Dante.” The blond haired women twisted one of her braids then, licked her lips.  “I could be wrong though I have not studied him for long enough. However he does not impress me nor scare me.”<br/><br/>“Forgive my bad manners.” Amelia spoke with a perfect English accent, and she appeared to have the poise to go with it. In fact she stood in what looked like a formal ballet position. “I am Amelia Lightfoot, and I am a theologian and Artist. I have been known to dabble in anthropology too…” The smile remained, “I am very pleased to meet you, I hope you don’t mind I took the bottom bunk.” The prisoner was completely calm. “Don’t you think it will be most interesting here? I certainly do.”<br/><br/>“My goodness it seems my lack of polite behavior have overtaken me once more, perhaps it is the excitement, please tell me of yourself.”<br/>