[center][color=MediumAquamarine][h3]Jennifer Flint[/h3][/color]
[color=MediumAquamarine]Location:[/color] 50 Park Point Drive, Apartment 3C
[color=MediumAquamarine]Interacting with:[/color] Malcom [@McHaggis]

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Jen walked over to an easel and picked up a paint brush, brushing a few lines on to the canvas. The scene showed a snowy forest in the dark, a girl in cream clothes running away. The quality of the artwork was fantastic, the cool, dark colours of the ground seeming to melt into the distant horizon. The trees stood like black pillars, casting long shadows into the ground. Yet the girl stood out, bright in the muted darkness.

Jen pouted when she heard Malcom's comment about the spirits.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"Aaw, is poor Mally hungover? Did we party too hard?"[/color] She asked, half jokingly, and half actually concerned. 
She knew that not everyone could handle a party like she could. Most people would puke if they tried to drink as much as she did. One of the benefits of a Scottish mother apparently. And she couldn't think of many people who would agree with her opinions of bedroom activities, so to speak. She put down the paintbrush, happy with her small additions to her work. She walked over to Malcom and draped her arms over his shoulders in some semblance of a hug.

[color=mediumaquamarine]"Well, a little birdy told me that there's a party at a senior's house tonight, but I have a feeling you won't be up for that. As for the rest of the afternoon, I was planning on heading out and seeing if any of our budding freshman needed any help with anything,"[/color] She said, giving him a squeeze before letting go, [color=mediumaquamarine]"But after that, it's off to the party I go!"[/color]
Most people would find her behaviour around Malcom slightly odd, being so touchy feely. Well, even more touchy feely than usual. Some people would theorise that she had a crush on him, or something along those lines, even given Malcom's sexuality. But those rumours held no water to them. He was just someone that she felt truly comfortable around, someone she could trust completely. And that was better than any silly crush.

She returned to her artwork, simply inspecting it for now, eyes running over the brushstrokes to see what could be improved.
[color=mediumaquamarine]"I'm good actually. It's nice to be back in New York. Odd as it may sound, I'm kind of looking forward to getting back to work. I'm hoping they give us more freedom over what we make in class this year. I can't believe that I had to do a stupid pencil drawing of a leaf last year. And it was on bloody white paper as well,"[/color] She said, groaning at the last part.