Nightshift 21: M41-50 Hallway
It was troubling, how after only a day this was starting to feel routine.
He barely picked at dinner. The fish was... okay, sort of. The vegetables... also okay, sort of. Which was fine. He'd eaten his fill at lunch, and he didn't want to be slowed down by a stomach full of food.
Then back to the cell. Gather the equipment - such as it was - for the night. Pens, flashlight, radio, note sheets for the map. Off with the shoes. Then he waited, eyes half closed, for the door to open again.
It did, far too soon.
Renji was aware that he had the furthest to go, and night was a limited time to get things done. He ran from the room, his feet all but soundless, and headed down the hallway.
He barely picked at dinner. The fish was... okay, sort of. The vegetables... also okay, sort of. Which was fine. He'd eaten his fill at lunch, and he didn't want to be slowed down by a stomach full of food.
Then back to the cell. Gather the equipment - such as it was - for the night. Pens, flashlight, radio, note sheets for the map. Off with the shoes. Then he waited, eyes half closed, for the door to open again.
It did, far too soon.
Renji was aware that he had the furthest to go, and night was a limited time to get things done. He ran from the room, his feet all but soundless, and headed down the hallway.