Juno + Open
Although she was a light sleeper, Juno had mostly slept like a rock through the siren earlier, and if not for the friendly neighborhood zapping, she might have slept through all of this too. As it was, after a few jolts of encouragement, Juno had gotten up and promptly ran to the bathroom to throw up, assert just how miserable she felt, then climbed up the stairs to the computer - barely - and gotten with the program. It followed that after public humiliation came more public humiliation, she supposed. Doubly so, judging by how she seemed unable to keep her eyes open and fluids from coming out of her for longer than five minutes. Juno wanted nothing but to crawl back into bed, and only another electrical shock reminded her that she could not.
She didn't bother to change clothes - hadn't bothered to change them from yesterday, either - and had barely dried herself off from the quick shower when she put them on for fear of being zapped again. When she arrived outside it was just in time to hear but not see a helicopter flying away, and see everyone else - the winners and losers - approach boxes with parachutes attached to them. She had seen something like this in a movie, she was pretty certain.
Even if not for the splitting headache the daylight was causing her, Juno would still have been walking around tentatively, in no rush to find her own box after everything. Her hair dripped in pools around her as she hadn't dried it properly, and it was soaking up her shirt to the point of real discomfort - but truth be told, what didn't feel uncomfortable right now?
Kneeling down in front of her own box, Juno opened it suspiciously, eyes narrowing almost to a close when she spotted the other brightly wrapped box inside of it. There was no way for her to associate this to anything good, as she had hardly ever received presents during childhood and none of them had been carefully wrapped. This just filled her with dread from the get-go. Ripping the paper apart she tore the box open to find...a trophy. A big, bright, freshly polished golden trophy.
"What kind of fuckery is this?" She mumbled, picking it up and rotating it for a better view. A note hung out of the cup when she turned it over, and Juno ripped it away to read. On its own, it turned her blood to ice, the shiver down her spine proving just that. You don't get a way out seemed pretty final, not to mention downright ominous. If she didn't get a way out, did it mean they weren't planning on giving anyone one? Or had she just fucked herself out of some leniency for wanting out on her own terms? She crumpled the note and tossed it into the box. Only then did she notice something had been engraved on the base of the trophy. Juno turned it around to read, and she could have sworn she felt her heart sink in her chest. Then, she felt the bile rise in her throat again and out came some impossibly bitter greenish fluid. It wasn't enough to call her a parasite indirectly, now they had to make it personal, hit it where it hurt. As if surviving hadn't taken everything out of her already, as if it wasn't more than most people were able or allowed to do. As if it wasn't the only thing Juno felt she could be somewhat inwardly proud of.
"Fuck you." She began, softly. "Fuck you! FUCK. YOU." As her voice raised in tone tears welled up in Juno's eyes, and she wasn't sure whether they were of sadness or rage, though she certainly tossed the trophy against the ground in the latter rather than the former. Then she just sat there, too sick and dizzy to get up and back to her room for the time being. In fact, lying down and crying had started to sound pretty fucking delightful.