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[This little lady had been an ongoing problem for the Fazbear investigation for some time now; it seemed that every time Norm approached the pizzeria ( without a team backing him up, that is ), he happened to come across her, sneaking past the crime scene tape, maybe even picking a lock or two, and all with flagrant disregard for the law. Somehow, Norm seemed to be the only one whoâd ever encountered her â none of his fellow officers reported her presence, but perhaps that was because he was the only one who really frequented this place. He was apparently more invested in this case than the others, for whatever reason. All of them seemed honed in on one guy as their perp, but Norm wasnât so convinced.]
[As such, he felt the need to dig deeper, to search for more evidence â but that had become increasingly difficult when he had a wannabe jailbird on his hands, tampering with the pristine crime scene heâd worked to preserve. Heâd been lenient, thus far; she was just a kid, but he was starting to lose his patience. He needed to find clues. This wasnât just a matter of finding a child murdererâŠit was about finding the man whoâd killed his kid and bringing him down.]
â Y'know, Iâm gettinâ real sick oâ findinâ ya here over ân over again, missy. Iâve been goinâ easy on ya, you beinâ a kid 'n all, but maybe that oughtta change. â [The lighthearted, friendly tone heâd adopted with her during their encounters thus far faded; he spoke to her gruffly, the sort of demeanor he reserved for folks whoâd gotten on his last nerve. In truth, he likely wouldnât arrest her, even after threatening to do so â but he had to do something to scare her off, even if it meant intimidating her. Sheâd be better off if she left well enough alone.]Â
â Fer the last time â yer trespassinâ, little lady. Skedaddle, 'fore I make ya. â
      maybe the first few times, jude had been surprised enough by his unexpected appearance to have some sort of startled reaction, but now ?  itâs just part of her near - daily routine && an irritating part at that.  she doesnât even have the decency to turn around ( or the energy, really  . . .  how long has it been since she last slept ? ), at least not until he finally drops the good guy act.  her head raises from where sheâs been trying to sneak a peak through the gap under the door at his change in tone, && she suddenly feels small, too small.
       jude stands, already planting her feet && balling her hands into fists.  sheâs not going to do anything, she just needs something to hold on to.  â  i leave && then what ?  we do this same song && dance tomorrow ?   â  && the day after that, && the day after that  . . .  quitting  isnât an option, giving up isnât an option.  regardless, of how long she has to keep searching && regardless of who she pisses off in the process.  jeremyâs counting on her && sheâs already let him down once.  thereâs an added strain to her voice as she continues, wrapping her arms around her torso to feel more steady.   â  just give it a rest, yeah ?  save us both the headache ?   â
      her anger continues to deteriorate into defensive weariness.  sheâs tired && just wants him to leave her alone, to let her keep clawing her way through anything she can get her hands on in search of something, anything to answer the questions plaguing her.   â  âs not like iâm vandalizing anything   . . .   âm just looking around for something.  is it a crime just to look ?   â  thatâs not exactly true.  jude has done enough minor damage in her quest to find a way inside that it undoubtedly adds up to a pretty substantial charge.  if he really wants to take her in or write her up, then heâs got a case.  she doesnât mean or want to cause as much trouble as she has, but  the ends justifies the means.