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Post by Judd Nixon on Jul 18, 2009 5:37:13 GMT -5
Judd was way beyond pissed at the moment. His partner in crime, his best friend, was in jail all because the little itty bitty kitty yowled her head off till she was saved. He wanted to be alone at the time.
He went to a near by park and just watched everyone, with deep dark murderous frames flashing in his mind. He was picking each and everyone there off one by one and by his own hand. It was the happy people around him that were bugging him most of all. They went about their lives as if there was no care in the world or even worse they were snubbing him making him feel lower than them.
The voices started up again, 'Your all alone asshole!' 'No one can cover you now!' He held his hands over his ears trying to block them out but the more he held on the louder they became till finally he snapped.
He let out a gutteral animalistic cry and started to punch a nearby tree with his barehands. He continually pounded at the bark as he felt the blood from his hands slowly start to leak from him.
He continued unaware of a person who came close to him.
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Jul 18, 2009 16:29:21 GMT -5
Bartholomew cupped his frappuccino with both hands, watching children leap and run and play and their parents and nurses mill about. In the sandbox one toddler was wailing at the top of her lungs, as a little boy yanked at her pigtails and his friend pointed and teased. A young woman -- a nurse, he assumed, as she was very obviously hispanic and the children were not -- stalked over from her conversation with a friend to break things up.
The redhead sighed into his drink. He had hoped the park would be filled with happy people, not the war and strife that seemed to follow people around. Even his own friendships couldn't be easy, they had to be difficult. He was clearly doing something wrong, since Phil was avoiding him. Again. But he wouldn't say what was wrong. It was real annoying. And he couldn't ask Magdalena, because she had suddenly started spending an awful lot of time with that Tyler guy from the football team.
He had just decided to leave when a cry of pain and rage caught his attention. He turned to see someone punching a tree with the fury of a hurricane. The bespectactled boy recognized Judd as a friend of Melodee's, and as Melodee was a co-founder of the club he attended on Saturday's, he supposed that meant he ought to make some effort to be nice to her friends.
He approached uneasily, unsure if interrupting would result in the other boy attacking him. "Ummmm." He began, trying to get Judd's attention. "You're Melodee Riker's boyfriend, right? Are...are you okay?" The heat was causing beads of condensation to trickle down the plastic cup, through fingers that clutched tight his precious caffeinated beverage.
Edit: at the suggestion of the brilliant Anna. ^_~
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Post by Judd Nixon on Jul 20, 2009 4:59:09 GMT -5
Judd stopped.
His fist landing one last blow to an area where the bark had been chipped away by his fury. His eyes slowly looked towards the voice followed by the rest by the rest of head.
"Do I look ok?" He slowly spoke with a hint of venom in his tone. "I'm absolutely freakin' fabulous!" He growled at the ginger haired teen.
The words boyfriend nearly set him into hysterics. "I'm not her boyfriend, we're just friend." He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, was this guy interested in her? "Why do you even care who I am?"
Still the guy had come over and hadn't run away from him despite how he was sounding. He looked at his hands, which seemed to be bleeding heavier now, he pulled one of his hands to his mouth and lightly licked at the crimson tide then smiled. "I feel much better now." He looked like something out of a slasher movie, all that was missing was the buxom babe in her underwear screaming her head off, and him with a weapon of some sort. He rubbed his knuckles spreading the blood over the remainder of his hand.
(OCC: Gross I know, but thats Judd)
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Post by Bartholomew "Mew" Fischer on Jul 21, 2009 8:24:34 GMT -5
Mew took a step back instinctively when the other boy ceased smacking the tree. Judd was quite intimidating, even when his rage was directed at another object. Although now that his attention had been taken away from the tree the red-head was wondering if maybe he had made a mistake -- but what was he supposed to do? The guy was Melodee's friend! And Melodee was Phil's friend, ergo Judd was a friend. Maybe.
He was a bit concerned now, however, with Melodee's mental stability in being friends with a guy who punched trees and licked the blood off his hands. That was just plain odd, and it wasn't as if Mew was any stranger to odd; oh no, he was intimately familiar with odd. "Oh. Umm. I just thought...since you hang out with her..." Not that spending tons of time with someone actually meant anything on the romantic front, that was true, but as he couldn't imagine that Melodee would be without a boyfriend and the only guys that he knew she spent any amount of time with were Phil, who was definitely not interested in dating her, and Judd, he had assumed Judd must be boyfriend. But apparently he was wrong; maybe she was a lesbian?
"Umm. She's just friends with one of my friends so I thought that if you were her friend then....ummm...." He faltered, eyes drawn to the blood on Judd's hands despite himself.
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Post by Judd Nixon on Jul 23, 2009 5:09:34 GMT -5
Judd was taking a sick sadistic pleasure in seeing the other boy squirm where he stood. "So you just assumed we were a couple?" He sneered at the kid. "Yeah we've been seen together but thats all." Still Judd had hoped there would be more to his relationship to Melodee.
"It's never a good idea to assume anything, someone could get hurt,"
he paused and gave the stare of cold death to Mew. "Hurt very badly and deeply." He shook some of the blood from his hands.
Now Mew didn't seem like the type who would interfer with someone else's business but Judd wanted to make that perfectly clear. "I just like to make sure that's she's safe at all times." He stepped up so he was right in Mew's face. "So if you or anyone gets any ideas on hurting her, you'll be answering to me." He cracked his knuckles with a sickening pop sound. "And if I'm hurt in anyway things will get real ugly real fast." He was feeling the same power that Quenten had over people, it was a great feeling of power!
He had one last thing up his sleeve, he started to back away then let out a 'RAR!' like he was going to attack.
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