Nightshift 22: M51-M60 Hallway
Curiosity wasn't enough for him to give it more than a cursory thought. More importantly, as soon as he was finished devouring his meal (he may have been pampered, but pickiness towards food wasn't much of a concern) he went through every last inch of his cage, uncovering the duplicate supplies obviously meant for two. Most of it was useless. A flashlight? What was he going to do with that, bludgeon someone?
Still, it seemed everything on the right side of the room was his - and everything on the left, too, if his injured associate wasn't careful - and after gathering his share up, including the sweaters in the single dresser, he stashed it in the back of his closet. He took only a pen, the notebook, and the key ring, straightened into a wire. After a moment's consideration, the radio too. If they were to cap off his power, he was going to adapt and get away with nothing but his intellect and rudimentary skills. Aidou couldn't waste his time fuming - acclimatizing to limits with rationale meant circumventing them all the more swiftly. Despite appearances, he wasn't senseless. He was a vampire.
As the locks were released, the other captives began making noise all throughout the block. Confused and unstructured, the majority would scatter towards exits with no forethought - those behind this would be expecting it. Areas with potential weaponry or information would be next: they'd probably be ambushed there too. Any place of importance would be guarded. Then there were those who would just seek out enemies in their fellow prisoners, only to feud.
How could he be berated for looking down on humans when they acted so moonstruck? Oh, there were strategists around, he was sure. People who were gathering able-bodied fighters as well. People who were laying plans. But they wouldn't all come together, that was the problem. Human egos were their ruination.
As for Aidou, food was his first concern. He needed more energy. Then he'd start looking for those damnable tablets; those were his second. It was best to let the initial flood die down before stepping out - he'd be less likely to be attacked that way, if that was even the right word for it.
Aidou leaned back against the wall at the end of his cell block, arms folded, curiously waiting for the people pile towards the lone door. (If there was ever to be a fire, some of the runty ones were going to get trampled for sure.) Sniffing delicately, he allowed himself a smile. So Renji-chan was bleeding again already, was he?
[eventually wanders over here]