Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2018-10-19 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 005, abra, felix, jesse, marco |
Who: Marco & OPEN (Multiples welcome!)
When: Shortly after the alarm
Where: Locker room, then the obstacle course
For all the sounds that Marco had to live with, he wasn’t sure that he would ever get used to the blaring alarms that They liked to use on them from time to time. Every time it sent him nearly flying out of bed, if not literally. There were worse ways to wake up, as proven by this fucking place regularly, but that didn’t mean he was getting used to the trumpets ushering in the end of times being his wake up call.
He was awake, though. Without even thinking he had jumped to his feet, expecting… well, something. He supposed waking up in the little room was enough. He recognized the room, at least. This meant either they were doing those endurance tests again, or they had another obstacle course. He frowned, remembering the last obstacle course, way back when, when he had been in withdrawal. He frowned to himself as he realized that there was the possibility of that happening again today, unless they had secretly supplied him with something. That was the thought that got him moving, as he realized that there usually was a bag of clothes and stuff that accompanied them to these places. He rushed out of the little room, quickly grabbed the bag designated as his, and pulled it back into the little room with him, only just passing some guy that he didn’t recognize as he retreated. It was never good to wake up to these challenges, but he felt bad for the person who was obviously new and waking up to this. But he was distracted, so somebody else would have to help the poor bastard.
Next came changing, which he did quickly, as well as taking his medicine. He did that all quick, so he could get to digging around in his bag, trying to find some sort of secret compartment where They might have hidden his stash. Maybe just something to hold him over? He picked at the fabric, ran his hands over every seam and crease, hoping to identify a strange pocket or bulge that might be the kit that They sometimes surprised him with. Maybe even just a little that he could snort? But no, there was nothing, and he forced himself to settle on this when he realized that maybe too much time had passed, and even though he didn’t really want to see anybody, he imagined that someone would notice he was missing soon.
He hoped, at least. It wasn’t exactly like people were too keen on seeing him since the prison thing.
He shoved his sleepwear and the winter jacket back into his bag, then threw the straps over his shoulder, trying to decide if he was hoping for the obstacle course, or the weird foot sensation room.
He got obstacle course. So, that… was that.
He dropped his bag near a wall, looking towards people to see if he could find the new guy, and figure out who was helping him. Instead, he spotted a new girl. And another new girl. And another new girl.
And none of his friends.
Marco didn’t remember clapping his hand over his mouth, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t the reason that he couldn’t breathe. His back hit the wall, his wide eyes scanning the room for people he recognized. Two people? Maybe three? Not Juno. Not Oliver. Not Lennon. Not even Cecilia. He was vaguely aware that he was shaking, but that couldn’t be helped. He felt sick. He felt sick and he couldn’t breathe. These weren’t his people. Where were his people? He hoped that his hand being over his mouth might quiet his gasps so that no one would notice him, but that wasn’t working. He needed to throw up. He needed to run. Where were his friends?