Downtown Metropolis...

[amelia-z.livejournal.com]

Amelia's singing to herself as she stares out of the window, kicking her feet excitedly. She's got Caleb's coat on, and she's done the best she possibly can to pretty herself up.

Her first day out on the town, and she wants to look good. She'd spent two hours last night perusing through the latest fashion mags to see what's hot these days. She'd put on a sparse application of make-up with only her old stuff to work with, spent almost an hour pinning up her hair, and then moved onto her clothes and shoes. That had been problematic.

Caleb still had some of his girlfriend's-- the wench, ex-girlfriend's-- clothes still about. The girl obviously needed a pork chop or something, though, because Amelia couldn't even think about squeezing into any of that. She'd have to chop off a leg first or something. Girl was probably bulemic or some crap, crazy @#$%&.

But Amelia's alive, she's gorgeous, she's rich, and she's got two people who are quickly becoming friends to accompany her on her shopping spree. She's rented a 14-passenger white limo for their day, and as she stares up at the city of tomorrow with wide eyes, she takes a sip of the complimentary champagne she got from the hotel concierge. "OOH! Here, driver! Quiksilver!"