No rest for the wicked.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR had spent the last couple of hours tossing a and turning in his bed, unable to get to sleep. Something kept gnawing away at the back of his head. After a few more minutes of fruitless attempts to fall asleep, he began to set up his console. He slipped on a pair of headphones, mainly because he didn't want to wake up his roommates and face the wrath of a groggy Alaska and mainly because his speakers were shit. He had put in a copy of the latest Call of Duty and quickly found an online match, where he proceeded to basically wreck the other players.

And so he began to spend the next half hour in and out of matches. So enthralled by his game was he that he didn't notice a Harper 'Bex' Kinston standing in his doorway.

[Harper 'Bex' Kinston]

Harper snuck out often at night, the best work she did was when there were no lights to give her away. There were people out there who she thought needed a bit of a wake up call as far as the importance of art and the beauty of street art. It was a form of communication and she had learned the language a long time ago. After finding a way back into the dorms without bumping into any hall monitors or dorm security (she had her ways), she slipped into the dorm room and clicked the door shut as quietly as she could. Harper wasn't sure she wanted to deal with any of her roommates ratting her out. And the evidence was still covering her hands.

When Harper headed back towards her room, she noticed lights flickering from the room across from hers. She didn't interact a whole lot with the people she lived with, all of them being pretty different, so she didn't actually remember who it was that took up the room that she found herself inching towards. She leaned against the door frame, peeking in to see what was going on and noticed flickering lights that were coming from the graphics on the screen in front of him. Call of Duty, she knew it pretty well, though only found time to play it when she visited home.

She stood there, debating on whether or not she should say something. Not quite the social butterfly, she didn't usually just choose to make friends in the middle of the night. The longer she took to consider the situation, the more she was tempted by the video games on the screen. Maybe she could just watch and he wouldn't even notice, he hadn't up to this point. So she slid down the frame of the door and pulled her legs up to her chest and watched.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR realised a small pain spread from his back. A quick shuffle soon fixed this but then he caught sight of someone sat down in his doorway. Then he kind of fell of his bed with a squeak, almost hiding behind his bed "Jesus, Alaska ha-ha-haven't I-I-I to-to-told you no-not to sn-sn-sneak up on me?" He readjusted his glasses and fully took in the figure "Uhmmm...yo-your no-not Alaska, a-are you?" He desperately tried to place the face to a name. He frowned, annoyed at himself for having not taken in all the names of his roommates, hadn't he been doing well in that?

He noted her interest in the game "Oh...uhmmm d-d-do you want to pl-play?"