drawing in

who: medea and open
where: mshs
when: afternoon

The whole memorial phenomena was interesting. Medea had spent some time in the gym, watching all of the students, trying to pick out who was genuinely upset and who was faking it for the attention. As far as she could tell, those who had lost one of the other three students were genuine. Chrissy's crowd, however, was a mixture of genuine grief, feigned grief, and people who were vying for position and attention while everything was going on.

Fascinating indeed. She'd noted when her sister had left, though she'd stuck around a little while longer before she went wandering through the hallways. She effected an air of being disconcerted, distant, sad. Lost, in general. She wanted to see if she could draw anyone in that way.