Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-09 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 037, cecilia, juno, marco |
Who: Marco & Juno (and later Cecilia)
When: Morning
Where: Marco’s room
Marco had let Juno sleep in his bed the previous night. They’d stayed at the party late, and by the time they got back, it seemed like the polite thing to do. He’d slept on a couch in the room, and reminded her that he’d already chosen to sleep outside on pavement once while they were there at Zenith. The couch was more comfortable than the canvas cot that he had in California.
It was still kind of early in the morning when he had woken up, some noise that he alone had heard forcing him awake. Being on the island, as nice as the place was, had messed with his morning routine. He liked the list that Lennon and Juno had made for him, with Lennon’s little caricatures of the two of them pointing out things to do. Why was it that he could remember the caricatures, but not the actual list? He changed his clothes, took his pills, and left his room, forgetting not only the rest of the list, but that the reason he’d woken up on the couch was because Juno was sleeping in his bed.
He still hadn’t remembered Juno when he came back to his room a while later. He had remembered that he was supposed to brush his teeth and wash his face, though, and that was something. So he returned to his private room, and ignored the sound of running water. He’d heard stranger things that morning, after all, and it was a good reminder that he needed to wash up, anyway. Should he shower? When the hell was the last time he’d done that? It had been this week, but still, it was probably time, right? He pulled off his ugly Hawaiian shirt as he threw aside the curtain that worked in place of a bathroom door, then stopped. The bathroom was warm, and steamy, and the shower actually was running. For a moment he just stood there, confused by this revelation.
Sleeping in Marco’s room had been less embarrassing than Juno had expected, probably because she had been too tired from the party to really object, and they had gotten in too late for her to go make noise anywhere near Jim, out of respect. In the morning, however, she had woken up from the most vivid dream she had ever had, which had featured Marco, the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon, and the kind of passionate, raw and emotional sex Juno wasn’t even aware she knew how to imagine.
Naturally, that had left her, among other things, with a dire need for a shower and the utmost regret at not having anything to change into without having to leave Marco’s room and then come back, which, without a key, would be a problem. She’d just have to dash out of his and into hers for some clothes, and then lock herself in a stall in the bathroom to change. Not a good thing, and the main reason why she had gotten up so early despite being able to sleep for a good few more hours still. At least he had still been asleep when she had slipped into his bathroom, and if she was lucky she would be able to slip out without waking him. Facing him was nowhere in the top 100 list of things Juno wanted to do today. Or ever again.
The shower, private and tepid, washing away all the partying, makeup, food smell and sand, felt heaven-sent to her right now and Juno didn’t feel like leaving it any time soon even though she knew she had to get a move on. At some point, she felt so relaxed she had started humming one of the songs from last night as she washed her long hair, not minding one bit that she’d be smelling like ‘dude products’ for the remainder of today since she was using Marco’s shower gel and shampoo. Hell, she might stop by the pool later and have to shower all over again anyway. The problem was that it only helped bring back images and feelings from last night’s dream, so much so Juno had had to hum stupid Halloween songs louder and louder to keep from focusing on that.
Marco walked further into the bathroom, and tried not to act too confused. Again, he’d had stranger hallucinations, it was just always disappointing to start his day off with them, especially when he’d been doing so well with taking his meds on time. Hadn’t he? He stepped towards the mirror, and tried to identify the song being hummed now as he tested the steam on the mirror by writing his initials on it with his finger. He drew a smiley face under it, then turned to the shower. This was weird and dumb and he didn’t like it, and in defiance of his own brain, he threw the shower curtain open about half way, to prove that this was all dumb.
Except, there was a person there. The shower was on and there was someone in it. “Ahh!!” he yelled.
Oh. So, his brain was being dumb, just not in the way he had expected. It took half a second of seeing a person there before he remembered that he’d left the room to Juno. And now Juno was in the shower. And she was naked. And he was standing there, staring at her like an idiot.
With the sound of falling water and her own humming - which had turned into full blown singing eventually - Juno didn’t hear someone walk into the bathroom, much less move around in it. When the curtain was pulled back abruptly her heart thumped in her chest and she screamed, instantly pulling the curtain back around herself. Unfortunately, she did it with such force it tore off the hanger and Juno slipped, falling backwards with her leg at a weird angle. Rather, her knee, though that was the least of her problems when the back of her head hit the porcelain in the tub and Juno let out a moan of pain as her eyes closed shut for a moment due to the impact.
When she opened them up again, everything hurt. And Marco was standing there looking like a fucking idiot, and she was sprawled out in his tub with her leg gone to shit and her head feeling like it had blown open, and her heart thumped incessantly in her chest. At the same time she felt kind of constrained by the shower curtain half wrapped around herself. There was nothing about this situation that didn’t wholeheartedly fucking suck right now. “What the shit?! What the fuck Marco, fuck you what the fuck are you doing?!” she screamed, voice coming out very thin and high pitched as she made an effort to keep from crying but failing somewhat. Luckily the water was still running, falling half on her forehead.
Marco had reached out to grab Juno as she fell, but hadn’t moved fast enough. In the end, he just ended up bumping her, and probably not helping when it came to how she ended up landing. He instantly felt bad for yelling and startling her, and gasped when he heard her skull connect with the porcelain, and even though she probably didn’t want him near her right then, he reached for her again, trying to get an arm around her so that he could stand her up or pull her from the tub or something.
And then she was yelling and cursing and trying not to cry, though just the look of her trying not to cry made Marco feel like he wanted to. He stopped reaching for her, but he still hovered, unsure what to do about a half-naked, all-upset Juno. Maybe cover his eyes? He put a hand over his eyes. “I didn’t know you were here!” he told he, his voice almost as thin and high as hers. “Fuck, fuck, you hit your head, fuck! Are you okay? Are you bleeding?! Why, fuck, why are you naked?!”
A strangled sound escaped Juno when Marco tried to get an arm around her; the last thing she wanted was to be touched - especially by him - before reality reasserted itself and she came to terms with the clusterfuck she’d found herself in. The pain in the back of her head and somewhere on her right leg, however, weren’t helping. Nor was the incessant water cascading down her forehead, or the fact that she might be exposing her bits to Marco at this very moment. Juno reached for the shower taps to turn them off, which she barely achieved and did so with pain, just as Marco had started talking.
“You let me sleep here you goldfish little fuck! I’m not fucking okay. I don’t know if I’m bleeding, everything is wet, Marco, how should I know? You check!” she told him, voice trembling with nerves and righteous rage at him as well as the fact that she couldn’t figure out how to get off her awkwardly bent leg. His last question made her want to sock him in the teeth. “Because I shower naked, Marco! A lot of people - fuck, most people, even - do! Is that a novel fucking concept to you?” After that, Juno let out another painful moan and tried to reach for the center of a now generalized pain in her head.
While Marco had wanted to move back towards her to help her move, or something, the strangled sound she made made him flinch, and he pulled away once again, his arms tense around him. Was she scared of him? How bad had he fucked up? He knew he’d fucked up bad, but he wasn’t sure how bad, and now she was making scared and hurt noises…
“Fuck, okay! I’m sorry! I--” Once more he reached forward, but didn’t come anywhere near her this time before he pulled his hands up to his face. “I can’t see if you’re bleeding! Your hair’s too long and dark and wet and I don’t want to touch you. I… I should go get help. Should I go get help? Fuck, hold on…” He ran out of the bathroom, but ran back in a moment later, and carefully draped the Hawaiian shirt he had removed over her, eyes closed all the while. “Should I go get help?” He asked again, despite already being halfway to the door.
“Then fuck it, whatever, if I’m bleeding I’m bleeding.” Juno grumbled, agitated still but with a lot less bite now that the pain really radiated through her head. “I think...Fuck I think maybe I have a concussion?” she said faintly, unable to follow his movement when he told her to hold on and ran out of the bathroom. Juno wasn’t sure the ugly Hawaiian shirt would really help, but that was the least of her worries. She needed to move off that leg, which she had now realized had bent awkwardly at her groin and knee.
“I don’t know. Yes? I don’t know.” she sighed, trying to move while everything around her moved weirdly. She was pretty sure none of what was moving was actually supposed to be moving. Putting pressure on her good leg Juno pulled the other one from under her, letting out a yelping sound as she stretched it. Breathing heavily with the effort, she laid back down, awkwardly folded between both edges of the tub as she stretched her hurt leg out of the bathtub. The curtain was still constraining her movements, and now she had a soaked shirt over her, but at least she wasn’t as exposed as before. “Fuck, my head…fuck!” she muttered.
Marco flinched again as Juno cried out, and he took his hands off his eyes and reached for her again as she cried out, and tried not to look as she flashed more skin than she probably realized before finally settling into her new position. "Okay," he whispered, staying by her to make sure she wouldn't keep moving and try to get up or anything. If she had a concussion, then... Okay, he actually didn't know what that meant for her, which scared him, and he tried to keep his eyes from going wide and welling up. "Okay, okay, okay... Uh, don't move, right? I'm gonna... Just don't move, or die, or do anything. Hold on."
It took a moment of convincing before he was able to leave Juno again, and then he was running out of his room, scared and shirtless, and only now realizing that he didn't know where Cecilia's room was. Which meant that it was time for him to run up and down the halls at a full sprint, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Cecilia!! Cecilia!!"