I am too, which says something. Never liked it here, and now that the whole town's got their panties in a bunch over Ellis it's turned into the goddamn doldrums.
It's kind of hilarious actually. Big, tough manly man crying like a baby and fumblin' for the remote. But I'm usually crying too so I can't talk, yeah?
Robyn found herself trudging through the snow. She looked like a weather confused child, in her sweatpants and hoodie but she could care less. As soon as her mom walked in the door she walked out the door. Robyn wasn’t up for another argument. So she mumbled about going for a walk and rushed out the door.
Now, she felt her anger building with every step. She glared down at the snowing, hating that she had no place to really escape to. And then she felt herself knock into somebody. Robyn glanced up, annoyed. “Watch where you’re going.” She snarled aggressively.
Morgan was out of the house as she always was at this time of night. Something about the way the harsh winter air stung her lungs and stole her breath seemed oddly poetic to the girl, and like the night in the tunnels, she felt the deep and all-consuming need to clear her head, a need she couldn't explain to anyone else if she tried. Clad in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans and caring less about the below-freezing temperatures, she slogged through the enormous mounds of snow, arms around her chest to conserve warmth and enjoying the way her breath condensed in the air.
She paid little attention to wear she was going, as always her thoughts were on something she considered more important than her surroundings, and it came as no surprise when she rammed into someone. "Damn, sorry," She commented offhandedly, before she noticed who her companion was. "Robyn?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Bit late for you to be out, yeah?"
Morgan Irene Spears, nicknamed Mory or Morgs, sometimes called Spears or Miss. She doesn't hesitate to notice the irony in her initials. MIS, as in mistake, misanthrope, misinterpret, misadjusted, misdemeanor. Mistrusting, misadventure, misandrist. Or, possibly, misogynist, depending on the day.
What is her hair color? Eye color?
She has long light brown hair that lies in ringlets around her face and bright blue green eyes that are more often than not clouded with a drug-induced haze.
Does she have a birthmark? Where is it?
Morgan has no birthmarks, unfortunately. She has freckles dotting her nose, but no hearts, arrows, or butterflies marring her skin, though she wishes she did, desperate for something to make her different. To make her stand out, to make Matt notice her the way he did Ellis.
Where was she born? Where does she call home?
Her birth is the only cause of her notoriety. Morgan was born prematurely in a hospital to her mother, Irene Spears, who died due to an overdose of pain medication. Her father sued the hospital and made millions, which he used to start his own fight club. Morgan calls the fight club home, as it's where she spends most of her time with the people (or person) she cares about most. Even though she doesn't fight, it still feels more comforting than her own house.
Where does she go when she’s angry?
When Morgan's angry, she usually retreats to her bedroom for her closest friends-the pills she's come to rely on-and takes a handful. Those consumed, she takes a book down to the pier and watches the world go by. Sometimes she'll read, sometimes she won't. It all depends on her anger. When she's extremely pissed, she'll head to the gym and beat on a punching bag. But that's only when the situation absolutely requires it.
What is her biggest fear? Who has she told this to? Who would she never tell this to?
Morgan fears several things. She doesn't fear death or physical harm coming to her or any of the normal fears; no, she fears something much more terrifying and abstract:darkness. Not in the literal sense, a lack of light, but the things that hide all around unknowingly. She fears the lack of control that comes with letting her walls fall, and the reactions of herself and others when they do. She fears closeness, connections, and depth-not because she doesn't have enough, but because she has too much. She's told no one this, and doesn't even fully admit it to herself.
Does she have a secret?
Several. But if she told you here they wouldn't be secrets, now would they?
What is in your character’s refrigerator right now? On her bedroom floor? Nightstand?
There's very little in the Spears family fridge, mostly leftovers and the assorted junk food Morgan buys at the supermarket. There's some soda, some Chinese takeout boxes, and the like. Nothing particularly special. On her bedroom floor lies her schoolwork, untouched, a few books that she reads occasionally- not often, mind you. On her nightstand is her iPhone, and tucked in her drawers is a bottle of pills. Under her bed is a book of piano sheet music, which has been collecting dust since Morgan threw it under there four years previous.
When your character thinks of her childhood kitchen, what smell does she associate with it?
The girl associates her kitchen with the smell of takeout. Neither Morgan nor her father are particularly good at cooking, even though Morgan's skill's been rapidly growing, even reaching passable by this point. Their nightly rituals were either to eat Chinese, pizza, chicken, or burgers-none of which were cooked in their home. Morgan didn't mind. Her father was busy, an awful cook, and she appreciated the dry retorts he made as they paid for their food and ate in front of the TV as much as any home cooked meal.
What is her greatest strength?
Morgan is a fighter. She's resilient, tough, ferocious, and will never give up or give in. She's loyal and will do anything for those she cares about, and her bravery is remarkable.
What is her greatest weakness?
Morgan is aloof, lost, and lonely. She shuts off her emotions and masks her inner struggles with a lopsided smirk and an offhand comment when it suits her, and even those she's known for years aren't privy to her deepest, darkest secrets.
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