<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4d/64/9c/4d649c730948b077c5037b4fe041903c--girls-with-tattoo-tattooed-girls.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Cadwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289260.msg14209311#msg14209311)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual (maybe questioning)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same dress as picture and simple nude flip flops - discarded<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Around 11 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Paradise<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chris Harrison (NPC) | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amelia's feet were dusted with sand by the time she met with Chris Harrison, standing just outside the stony gates that led to paradise. She raised a hand at him as she approached, intending to introduce herself, but then he said hello. Somehow he already knew her name, too. She felt her face contort at that mystery, which would apparently remain forever unsolved. Did Chris just sit around and memorize everyone's faces? Or did he have a special earpiece with producers whispering things for him to say?<br/><br/>Her conspiracy theory radar was starting to beep, but she ignored it to return his greeting. "Hi, Chris." Her own voice sounded slightly strained. In the back of her mind she knew she was being watched on hidden cameras. Hopefully a bit of alcohol would help her to forget that very fact. Chris announced she was the first to arrive, then handed her a gift; a date card and an iconic, notorious, red rose. She wondered briefly how many of these they kept on hand.<br/><br/>A smile swept her features as she guided the flower to her nose and took a smell. Ah, so it wasn't fake. Her brows perked in intrigue. "Thank you," she finally thought to say back to Chris, scurrying along when he stepped out of the way. With a bit of a nervous sigh, she sauntered into paradise, kicking her sandals off and carrying them in her free hand down the rocky, sandy stairs.<br/><br/>Her first stop was obviously the bar. Once there, she leaned against the counter and set her date card and the rose down, then placed her sandals on a rock beside the bar stool.<br/><br/>"I'll take a frozen margarita." She ordered, though the bartender gave her a look.<br/><br/>"What flavor?" He asked in a heavy Spanish accent.<br/><br/>She blinked, then looked at the menu he pointed to. "Oh, uh..." Amelia's eyes scanned the images, since she couldn't read any of the Spanish on the page. "This one," she pointed to the bright blue margarita displayed on the menu and the bartender gave her a huge grin and two thumbs up. She managed a chuckle, waiting for her drink and glancing back down at the date card on the counter.<em>'I wonder what you say.'</em>She thought, though she knew not to open it until the time came that she would present it to someone.<br/><br/>That's how it always was in the shows, anyway.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://img.etsystatic.com/il/e5a03f/1239035909/il_570xN.1239035909_owee.jpg?version=0)</div>