Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2018-12-08 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 012, chase, ettie, marco |
Who: Marco & Chase, and Ettie a little bit
When: A little after 8am
Where: Outside Marco's room
Marco had made the comment the day before that he hoped that Juno wasn't asleep somewhere, wherever she was, but only a day later, Marco was starting to wish that he was. Mount Zenith was exhausting, even when he was sleeping well, and every day felt like something was happening. Maybe it was an exaggeration, but since being returned, he'd been tattooed, been given drugs, had his girlfriend taken away, and now he had to deal with racial slur bullshit on his door. He wondered if he should feel bad thinking that it was good that Juno wasn't here for this. He felt like she would take it worse than he was.
Maybe he would have been more upset if last time hadn't been so bad.
Damn it, all he wanted was a soda to settle his stomach, too. If he hadn't been sick, maybe someone would have cleaned it up before he even left his room.
He had his moment of being pissed off when he went back into his room, to write out a message on the network. He still had no clue if this was the work of someone in the house doing this, which some of the new people seemed to think, or if this was a TPTB thing. He wasn't sure it mattered. He just knew that by the time Chase said that he was coming up to help, Marco wasn't pissed off anymore. He was just so damn tired, and tired of this place. Being on the street was starting to be preferable, if not for the fact that he still got a steady supply of medication.
He was pondering this with his door open, not really waiting for Chase so much as he was just sitting spaced out, wrapped in a blanket for the chills like he had been for the past couple days. He wondered if the sharpie would come off easier than the henna, or if both had to stick around for who knew how much longer. Maybe he'd be better off going up to the art room and making some sort of sign that could sit over it, so he wouldn't have to worry about it.
And damn it, he still wanted a coke.