[After what happened with Mercy, Judy is...shaken. But Judy is stronger than to let something like this cause her to hole up in her room like a frightened baby bunny wishing she were back home. She trained for four years to be able to withstand this kind of situation, so while she's definitely upset and disturbed by Mercy's sudden death, one other emotion takes precedent before all else.
Anger.
And not long after she's recollected herself, anyone looking for Judy will find her in the Gym, standing in front of a punching bag that's several times her own height, dozens of times her weight, and more at eye-level with a person than a rabbit. But it's not stopping her from taking several steps back and taking a running start, leaping up so she's more-or-less at "eye" level with the bag, kicking out with her hind-legs to pummel the thing before dropping back down to the mats on three paws. Then, she backs up and does it again, this time punching with a bare fist from the right and kicking out with her left foot, shouting as she does so.
She's really just...trying to get out her frustrations here, at being stuck in this place for so long, at the senseless deaths, at how useless she feels to stop it. She'll probably stop if you approach her, but the force she's kicking that bag with is making it rattle on its chains.
Later on, Judy can be found patrolling the hallways of pretty much any floor, looking up and down at the walls and the floor, writing things down in her notebook as she goes. She looks very concentrated, and every now and then she'll stop to read, tapping her foot briefly before continuing on.
Then, finally, when evening hits Judy's gone back to her own room instead of staying up late in the library today. Her door is cracked open if anyone wants to visit, though it's not like she's doing a whole ton. She looks busy when she really isn't; she's pouring over her notes and mumbling to herself, brushing her ears back, writing things down, scratching them out and repeating the process all over again.
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Anger.
And not long after she's recollected herself, anyone looking for Judy will find her in the Gym, standing in front of a punching bag that's several times her own height, dozens of times her weight, and more at eye-level with a person than a rabbit. But it's not stopping her from taking several steps back and taking a running start, leaping up so she's more-or-less at "eye" level with the bag, kicking out with her hind-legs to pummel the thing before dropping back down to the mats on three paws. Then, she backs up and does it again, this time punching with a bare fist from the right and kicking out with her left foot, shouting as she does so.
She's really just...trying to get out her frustrations here, at being stuck in this place for so long, at the senseless deaths, at how useless she feels to stop it. She'll probably stop if you approach her, but the force she's kicking that bag with is making it rattle on its chains.
Later on, Judy can be found patrolling the hallways of pretty much any floor, looking up and down at the walls and the floor, writing things down in her notebook as she goes. She looks very concentrated, and every now and then she'll stop to read, tapping her foot briefly before continuing on.
Then, finally, when evening hits Judy's gone back to her own room instead of staying up late in the library today. Her door is cracked open if anyone wants to visit, though it's not like she's doing a whole ton. She looks busy when she really isn't; she's pouring over her notes and mumbling to herself, brushing her ears back, writing things down, scratching them out and repeating the process all over again.
She doesn't expect to sleep much tonight.]