Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-28 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 100, lana, marco |
Who: Marco & Lana
When: Afternoon, around 1
Where: Foyer
Marco was trying not to overreact. He had known when his new stash had shown up that it could disappear just as quickly. He knew that this was just another way for Them to torture him. The possibility for Them to just plunge him into withdrawal was always there, whenever They supplied him with drugs, and this time wasn't any different.
With that thought in mind, he had still already turned his room upside down. When his stash wasn't with the stuff that they had packed for him, and then returned, Marco checked in the bathroom, in the towels, where he had found the morphine once upon a time. When it wasn't there, he checked the medicine cabinet, and still found nothing. He told himself that he felt sick from the hangover, not from the one hit, but that fear that he would get worse kept him looking around his room, while Bearbear watched lazily from the bed.
It seemed wrong to admit that he wanted to find the damn heroin, but it wasn't like his reasoning had changed since the day before, just because Juno had decided to come out of her room. One night where neither of them had been sober hadn't exactly made him feel any less abandoned. He still knew that no one wanted to tolerate him when he was at his worst. He just been counting on a little bit more time before They took his stash away. Why give him so much when They were only going to let him have it for a day?
He stopped tearing things out of his closet when it clicked in his head that there was another place that They used to hide him things. They had put his kit in the public restroom, once upon a time, when he still worked for Them. It seemed worth checking again, he figured. Putting no thought into changing his clothes out of his pajamas, Marco called for Bearbear to follow him. He could take her outside, and then just swing by the restroom and then run back upstairs. That would work. That was probably where it was. He just had to keep his pace natural, and try not to freak out.
He kept reminding himself of that as he got down to the foyer. Don't freak out, act natural, don't listen to the voices in his head that were laughing at him for being dumb and weak. If any one of those things could have been easy, it would have been nice.