Night 58: Women's Restroom
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The handle to the room was loose in his hand, turning easily. Sesshoumaru was not relieved, but perhaps he was a little grateful that he would not be called upon to break another lock quite so quickly. He flexed his hand as he let go of the handle after twisting it - his hand and arm still had something of that loose, unfamiliar feeling that came of overexertion.
He quietly stepped halfway through the doorway into the pitch black room, pursing his lips a little in annoyance. Out, once again, came the flashlight, and swept across the room - and, after another moment for his eyes to adjust once again to the brilliance, what he saw was thoroughly unexciting.
Red and white tile stretched in front of him, like blood on paper. Red counters. Basins with their pipes, metal containers for the scraps of paper provided and intended to dry. Shadows cast by the partitions separating a potion of the room into stalls. All in all, it was a very similar sight to the... bathrooms (he still could not see the logic in calling them such; he hadn't seen a bath yet) that he had seen downstairs.
After a few more seconds of examining the room, he swept his flashlight across the walls one last time, then turned and left.
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The handle to the room was loose in his hand, turning easily. Sesshoumaru was not relieved, but perhaps he was a little grateful that he would not be called upon to break another lock quite so quickly. He flexed his hand as he let go of the handle after twisting it - his hand and arm still had something of that loose, unfamiliar feeling that came of overexertion.
He quietly stepped halfway through the doorway into the pitch black room, pursing his lips a little in annoyance. Out, once again, came the flashlight, and swept across the room - and, after another moment for his eyes to adjust once again to the brilliance, what he saw was thoroughly unexciting.
Red and white tile stretched in front of him, like blood on paper. Red counters. Basins with their pipes, metal containers for the scraps of paper provided and intended to dry. Shadows cast by the partitions separating a potion of the room into stalls. All in all, it was a very similar sight to the... bathrooms (he still could not see the logic in calling them such; he hadn't seen a bath yet) that he had seen downstairs.
After a few more seconds of examining the room, he swept his flashlight across the walls one last time, then turned and left.
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