Night 58: West Wing, Hall 2-A
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The hallway in front of them did not seem much different from those downstairs, or the one which he had followed last night - there were more doors, in different locations, but the corridor itself had no real identifying characteristics, nothing that marked it as different from any other place in this facility. Sesshoumaru was growing thoroughly sick of the sight of blank white walls, the stinging scent of the disinfectant, the artificially smooth everything.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly in frustration, but he was working to find his way back to freedom, which was all that mattered for now.
The first doorknob, as with last night, smelled of rust and seemed weak, breakable. And so he broke it, as he had last night. Poison dripped along the weak metal, aiding in the corrosion - though not like it might once have. He paused for a moment, clenching his fist to keep his hand from shaking with the effort that it had cost him, and then pushed the door open.
The hallway in front of them did not seem much different from those downstairs, or the one which he had followed last night - there were more doors, in different locations, but the corridor itself had no real identifying characteristics, nothing that marked it as different from any other place in this facility. Sesshoumaru was growing thoroughly sick of the sight of blank white walls, the stinging scent of the disinfectant, the artificially smooth everything.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly in frustration, but he was working to find his way back to freedom, which was all that mattered for now.
The first doorknob, as with last night, smelled of rust and seemed weak, breakable. And so he broke it, as he had last night. Poison dripped along the weak metal, aiding in the corrosion - though not like it might once have. He paused for a moment, clenching his fist to keep his hand from shaking with the effort that it had cost him, and then pushed the door open.