A disaster in three parts [Morph, Jess]

[Yvonne Olzon]

Yvonne dropped pushed open the door and entered, kicked off her shoes and pushed them under the bed, and went over to the mirror. Jess was sat on the bed, and Yvonne couldn't help but notice that the poster and laptop here no-where to be seen. She picked up her brush and proceeded to thoroughly brush her hair. Glancing at Jess, she grinned wickedly. "Morph still not here, then? I'm surprised you are, to be honest."

She tossed her brush down on the table and went back to her bed. Picking a book up off the bedside table, she lay down, resting her head against the pillows, and began to read. As she idly turned the pages of the book, she wondered how Jess would react. Probably a lit of spluttering, and she'd most likely throw in a 'shut up' for good measure. Or an 'I'm not scared of him!'. All bullshit, of course. Jess was terrified; Yvonne knew that. hell, Yvonne was a little scared of him. not that she'd ever admit it, even to herself. But she knew Jess was scared.

On the other hand, he was rather entertaining. Not for himself, but for other people's reactions. One of the things Yvonne loved doing was watching other people's reactions to things; they provided amusement, and often provided a desperately needed boredom breaker. She turned the page again, no longer really paying attention to the book. She wondered what would happen if Morph really did come up to their room. For one thing, she'd probably end up telling him to fuck off. She didn't want the room smashed to pieces, no matter how amusing it might be to watch. Then again, as long as they were careful not to damage any of her things, they could go nuts.

[Jessica Air]

Jess curled up on her bed, wondering if she should cry. That usually made things better, although if Morph was actually coming, she didn't want to cry in front of him. Or in front of Yvonne, for that matter. She thought that Morph might be bluffing about coming back to her dorm, but just in case... Standing up, she carefully shoved her laptop under her bed, pulling the edge of the duvet down so it was hidden.

Now, her alphabet poster. Blushing, she undid the tacks from the wall and pulled it down, careful not to tear the delicate edges. As embarrassing as it was to have one of these posters up, she did have to admit that they were useful. Not that she couldn't read or anything, but she sometimes found it hard to decipher certain letters. The ones she found most difficult were the ones A through Z, she supposed.

Just before Yvonne entered, she settled back down on the bed, grabbing a book - from the other girls bookshelf - and pretending to read. Hoping it was the right way up, she focused on the wriggling words, and giving up when they didn't make sense after a few seconds. Instead, she flipped through the book until she came to the thicker pages in the middle; pictures. She stared at them, her eyes not even registering what the books were about, instead worrying about Morph. What if he did come? He said that she was a liar. What would he do? As she chewed on her lip, she glanced up to see Yvonne enter. Damnit; if Morph was coming, then he wouldn't be far behind. Presumably, they'd both come from the computer lab.

At her roommates words, she glared. " I am not scared of him. I don't care if he comes or not. " She couldn't resist. " Stupid bitch. I can't believe you said that!"

[morpheusbrown]

Morph made his way to the girl’s room at a leisurely pace. If young miss Jessiekins wasn’t there there were a limited amount of hiding places here. Besides, he wanted to see if it was true about the alphabet poster. Couldn’t Jessiekins read? If she couldn’t… Morph snickered. Heck help her if she couldn’t. Morph thought about his family as he walked there. He’d never been like this to his siblings, but then they were family. There was a difference between enjoying the beauty of someone else’s pain and… picking on family. Although he had to admit occasionally he would have liked to do this to Ben. How had the little fucker grown up alright when the rest of them were so denied? One of his brothers was doing time, the other had recently taken to dealing drugs. His sister had become what his mother termed ‘a lady of the night’. How was little Benny doing so well? Morph despised him.

Sauntering into the room he was pleased to find both girls there. “Evening ladies.” Smirking down at Yvonne he amended his statement. “Well, lady and our Jessiekins. His eyes raked the room. What would be the obvious place to hide an alphabet poster, never mind that he could see four pins and four holes from here, meaning something had been taken down recently.

Under the bed, he decided. Jessiekins didn’t have much imagination. Sitting down on her bed with a thump he smirked predatorially at her. “So nice to finally meet in person, isn’t it, sweetie?” He softly brushed her hair away from her face in a way that might have been termed affectionate, if he hadn’t simply been showing he could touch her now. And if she was lying to him… tut tut tut. “Last chance to admit you’re telling me fibs, Jessiekins. After that… well, I’m not keen on lying.” It was true, he wasn’t. Unless he was they one lying, in which case it was alright. Well, you had to have the boundary somewhere, didn’t you?

[Yvonne Olzon]

Yvonne rolled her eyes at Jess' reply. That wasn't worth a retort; Jess was too thick to even understand she'd been insulted. Sighing, Yvonne turned the page of her book. She wondered if it was a good idea to be in the room when Morph arrived. It could- would, she corrected herself mentally, this was Morph and Jess, after all- get violent, and she wasn't sure the idea of being thrown into isolation appealed. It would get her some peace from Jess' incessant whining, that was true. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

When he walked in, she didn't raised her eyes from the book, and gave him a faint smile. He was better looking up close. "Our Jessiekins?" she replied, withering contempt dripping from every syllable. "Like I want any part in that." She returned to her book, deciding to ignore them until something really interesting happened. However, the presence of other voices made it difficult to concentrate, and after a few more seconds of trying, she gave up, shut the book, and tossed it into the floor.

Morph was sat next to Jess, stroking her face in a way that was almost affectionate. Of course, he was probably just trying to scare her. Yvonne watched them with unashamed interest, lying on the bed and waiting for one of them to explode. It would be Jess first, she decided; Morph was unlikely to make the first move when he was able to goad Jess into doing so. And that reminded her. "One thing, Morph... keep it all over there. I don't want my stuff getting wrecked, 'kay?"
Hopefully, he wouldn't do anything to irritate her. He was here for Jess, not her, after all, but she had a suspicious that intentions didn't lead to actions, in his case.

[Jessica Air]

Jess jumped as Morph entered, her eyes flying about the room, from the door, to the book, to the noticeboard, to check she had taken the poster down. Thank God. That'd be...more embarrassing then she could imagine. Casually, she sat up, kicking the duvet as if by accident, pushing the laptop slightly further underneath. Just in case. Glaring - what was that meant to mean? She wasn't a man! - she stuck her tongue out. It was easier than coming up with an actual reply, that he'd probably make fun of anyway.

She shut the book, sighing - like she'd been reading it intently or something - and shoved it on the bed beside her, glancing at the title without understanding it. She shuffled away from Morph slightly, swinging her legs back up and folding her arms round them, in a slightly defensive position. It wasn't that she was scared Morph would hit her or anything. She just...liked that position. It was comfortable. She flinched as he touched her face, stopping herself from grabbing his wrist. If she pretended she didn't care, he wouldn't do anything.

At Yvonne's words she glared. What did she mean? Was stuff going to get wrecked? Jessica swallowed, still trying to keep herself from looking terrified. Not that she was, or anything. " I'm not lying, though. Yvonne is! I don't have...a stupid poster, or a weird laptop, or anything. " Hopefully, her roommate would be the one that got attacked now. Not her.

' I'm not really lying, anyway, ' Jess reasoned to herself. Maybe it was true that she did have a alphabet poster in her room, but not for the reason Morph thought. A friend had given it to her. And the laptop was just...she was lazy, and didn't want to type, that was all. She could read. She just didn't want to.