WHO: Jeno and his Fears WHAT: Paranoia will destroy ya. WHEN: Friday Afternoon WHERE: His Cabin WARNINGS: Language, nudity to start STATUS: Open to Pace only if he likes.
Jeno opened his eyes, and looked up at the ceiling over head. He hadn't slept for shit and his eyes were bloodshot to prove that fact. He hadn't felt right in days, and it only seemed to be getting worse. Things were bothering him, everything was bothering him. He laid there until his bladder became the master of him, and he had to get up to piss. He tossed off the covers, and rolled out of bed and stood up. He walked over to look at his reflection in the mirror. He needed a shave, and a shower, pronto. On his way to the bathroom, he peered into the kitchen, and his stomach growled. Hunger was a strong motivator, and for a moment he lingered in the doorway to the kitchen, then continued on his way to the bathroom.
While he pissed he looked around the bathroom, and noticed all of the bottles of medicines that were lined up on the counter. He wasn't sure if there had been that many yesterday. Once he was done with the shake and flushed, he stepped back quickly from the toilet and looked at the loud, rushing and escaping water. What if he had gotten too close? It probably could have sucked him down into it and drowned him. His hair could have gotten stuck, or pulled down. Nervously he reached up, and redid his loose and messy ponytail just to make sure it was back, and safely out of the way. He was shaking by the time he was done, and ran his hand over his forehead to check for a fever. Maybe he was getting sick? Slowly he made his way to the sink, and kept an eye on the drain, just in case, and picked up two of the bottles and looked them over. Neither looked like anything fun to take, and then he thought, maybe they weren't what they appeared to be. Bad Medicine. He quickly set them down, then changed his mind, and with a sweep of his arm, knocked them all into the waste basket. He opened the medicine cabinet, and it was full of bottles as well. They seemed to be calling to him, a siren song to take them, swallow them, eat them. "NO!" he shouted and quickly pawed at them until they had all fallen into the garbage can as well.
Then, nervous with fear of what could happen now, he picked up the garbage can, and quickly made his way to the hallway. He was going to throw the whole thing out of the front door, but God only knew what was waiting for him out there. He did NOT want to go out and get lost in whatever the new habitat looked like now. He made a quick turn, and then set the can of bottles of pills down in Pace's room, and then backed away from them. Pace would know what to do with them. After he was sure that was a good move to make, he passed by the kitchen, and went for a drink of water. He filled the glass, then looked at it closely. Was that something floating in it?? He squinted and tried to see, but the movement of the water in the glass and the dim lighting made it hard to see. Better safe than sorry. He poured out the water, and returned to the bathroom to take a shower.
Carefully, he checked out the shower, and it looked fine, for now. He turned on the water and while it warmed up, he opened his shaving kit and pulled out the shaving gel, and reached for the razor, but hesitated. He could see the glint of the blade in the end of it, and his hands began to shake. How could he put something so dangerous next to his face, to his skin? He stood there, frozen, and unsure of what to do. A glance in the mirror and he could see the bluish black shadow of two days worth of growth on his face that had to be removed. He never went unshaven. He couldn't bring himself to do it however. Quickly he zipped up the kit bag and set it back onto the counter. "I don't like this, I don't like this at all." he said closely looking around the bathroom again before he beat a hasty retreat back to his room. He slammed the door shut, and dove back under the covers. He pulled them over his head, and waited, for what, he had no idea.