(ง'̀-'́)ง (future_dust) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-19 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 038, jim, juno |
Who: Juno and Jim
Where: Their room
When: Around 1:45pmish
Being on auto-pilot wasn't a strange concept to Juno. After deciding that sustenance might be a good idea considering neither of them had had much of it the past few days, she and Marco had parted ways and Juno had returned to her room. Jim wasn't in there when she arrived, so she dropped her laptop onto the bed and went straight for the poptarts she had packed before leaving Zenith. Before sitting down she had put on some music, sad music, obviously, playing only in the room. She shot a message to Cecilia to notify her of moving into her own room, and then despite what Marco had said about her being on the floor, it was somehow more comfortable for Juno to sit with her back to the foot of the bed, her knee elevated by her other leg under it. She could trace feeling safer on the floor to the times where she'd had to hide from her dad, usually under something, in the tightest, darkest corners. Always near ground level, as unnoticeable as possible.
Right now, Juno needed to feel safe. She was mentally exhausted from the breakdown she'd shared with Marco earlier, from all she'd seen and remembered from the previous night, feeling fragile and like a failure for not being able to really help Marco. While their little 'not-existing while holding hands' time had done her some good, the second she was alone it had all come back to her. And it didn't help that it was pouring outside, the wind howling and blasting through the open window which Juno didn't really bother to close as she committed to just sitting there, looking absently at nothing in particular. Even when the music stopped, an obvious power outage, Juno just remained seated. It felt like the weather reflected her mood and despite the threat of damage to the house, even the room she was in, Juno felt it was more fitting to let it roll than scramble to stop it at all.