Post by Melodee Riker on Jan 12, 2010 21:13:48 GMT -5
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It was hard keeping up with everyone and everything that she had going on in her life. However, Melodee felt she needed to find Judd Nixon. To give him a few things, and once again enforce that she was thankful for his actions during the shooting. It was subtle, but keeping people under ones control was easier done with kindness and gifts than an absolute iron fist. And Judd was so easy to please.
Shifting though the brochures she had for different colleges, and preparing what she was going to say and how she was going to say it, the red-headed business like teenager's eyes scanned the students in the cafeteria for her target.
It was fairly well known that Judd was trouble, but he seemed to have calmed down a little bit since she'd taken him under her proverbial wing. He looked better these days, his clothes at least. He still needed more work on the grooming, but there were whispers that it wasn't so easy for Judd. Rare whispes, but they were there, interspersed between the rumors of menace. Mostly the more... concerned whispers were from the teachers who'd noticed things but didn't have the power, or didn't think they had the power, to change things.
Melodee, however, did have the power. And she wielded it well. It helped, too, that her own actions benefited her in the end.
"Ah, there you are," words paired with a smile as the polished teen sat down next to the tarnished. "How are you feeling?"
It was hard keeping up with everyone and everything that she had going on in her life. However, Melodee felt she needed to find Judd Nixon. To give him a few things, and once again enforce that she was thankful for his actions during the shooting. It was subtle, but keeping people under ones control was easier done with kindness and gifts than an absolute iron fist. And Judd was so easy to please.
Shifting though the brochures she had for different colleges, and preparing what she was going to say and how she was going to say it, the red-headed business like teenager's eyes scanned the students in the cafeteria for her target.
It was fairly well known that Judd was trouble, but he seemed to have calmed down a little bit since she'd taken him under her proverbial wing. He looked better these days, his clothes at least. He still needed more work on the grooming, but there were whispers that it wasn't so easy for Judd. Rare whispes, but they were there, interspersed between the rumors of menace. Mostly the more... concerned whispers were from the teachers who'd noticed things but didn't have the power, or didn't think they had the power, to change things.
Melodee, however, did have the power. And she wielded it well. It helped, too, that her own actions benefited her in the end.
"Ah, there you are," words paired with a smile as the polished teen sat down next to the tarnished. "How are you feeling?"
