Nightshift 22: M11 - M20 Hallway
Gin gave the door a gentle push. Just as they'd said, it opened easily now. He peered out into the hallway; it was still quiet. No monsters, no patients either. He ducked his head back inside and picked up a few things he'd set aside earlier. The room didn't contain anything particularly useful. The dog... no, Yoshiaki, might have been hiding something, but Gin didn't have the time to interrogate the man. He planned on being far and away by the time most of the others saw fit to creep from their beds.
Stiff bed sheets, a handful of pens, and a flashlight. Not the most threatening of weapons, but if the wound on his neck was any indication, they could certainly inflict pain if used correctly. He fancied the idea that Tousen would be laughing his fool head off, if Tousen ever entertained the notion of laughter. Aizen would certainly be amused to see him like this, of that he was certain.
It was only a moment before he was out the door and rounded the corner of the hallway. It was dark. Wait for his eyes to adjust or use the flashlight, making his position known? He tensed as he entered the main empty hallway, peering through the darkness and listening intently for any signs of life.
Stiff bed sheets, a handful of pens, and a flashlight. Not the most threatening of weapons, but if the wound on his neck was any indication, they could certainly inflict pain if used correctly. He fancied the idea that Tousen would be laughing his fool head off, if Tousen ever entertained the notion of laughter. Aizen would certainly be amused to see him like this, of that he was certain.
It was only a moment before he was out the door and rounded the corner of the hallway. It was dark. Wait for his eyes to adjust or use the flashlight, making his position known? He tensed as he entered the main empty hallway, peering through the darkness and listening intently for any signs of life.