Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-04-07 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 029, juno, lennon, marco |
Who: Marco & Lennon (and Juno?)
When: Four in the morning
Where: Lennon's room
It wasn't all that weird for Marco to be woken up by strange noises, and things that made him curl up into a ball with his hands over his ears. That was par for the course, really, and this morning he figured that it was more of the same. He very quickly came to the realization that this wasn't his usual hallucination, though, as the sound seemed to go through him, like it was vibrating his insides, and for a moment, he couldn't hear anything. He sat painfully still, afraid to even breathe in case the slightest noise would start up another cacophony.
And it seemed like it had, when the sound of something else started up. Marco didn't care what it was, or why it was quickly getting louder, or why it sounded like there was hail falling outside. He didn't want to look. He didn't want to know what he would see. All he could think about was what Chase had said yesterday, about the pills in the pharmacy. What if they weren't working? They already didn't fully work, but what if he was just bound to get worse?
He was already in the hallway, a sheet wrapped around him to hide his shivering, when the thudding outside started to get worse. Crossing the hall was painful, and more than once he had stumbled and caught himself on the wall. He was starting to hear other people moving when he made it to Lennon's door, and that made him feel a little better, but not much. His body ached, and his head was a mess. He practically fell into Lennon's door, and he pressed his head into it, ear against the wood, listening to try and figure out if Lennon was even awake. If he wasn't, he'd try Juno. Still against the door, he knocked, and failed to keep the urgency out of it.