Night 56: F11-20 Hallway

[fourstonewalls]

Well, that was ominous. No announcement at all? Lana sat on the edge of her bed in the darkness for a few minutes, waiting to see if Aguilar was merely drawing out the opening of night, but after the locks had clicked open, there was only silence. Lana switched on her flashlight, and picked up the things she'd laid out during dinner. Her coat

Comments

[yin_yang_fox]

Of the day, she could say much and none, but in the end, words had been held to--the belt she had bought was in the box at the end of the bed, along with everything else. Good, then. This, at least, she would take some comfort in. She took a few moments to adjust the belt correctly, finding it fit nicely and tightly over her hips. When slipping the black jacket over it, the jacket's ends could be easily flipped up to gain access to the pockets underneath. Good. With the pockets and loops of the belt as well as the pockets in the jacket she was finally vaguely satisfied.

Both her dead flashlight and the kitchen knife were slid into the loops on either side, and tightened to a degree. The long blades from scissors were carefully placed in the center pocket, and as before, the scalpels she had were fitted into the remaining jacket pockets. She tested movement, and found it satisfactory, if she would have to be a bit more careful. Lastly, the bladed knuckle was placed on her hand, and with nothing further, the Digimon slid out the door.

[to here]