Concrete walls (o)
Apr 5, 2015 18:15:43 GMT -5
Post by East on Apr 5, 2015 18:15:43 GMT -5
I LIVE BETWEEN CONCRETE WALLS
Her cell door swung loose and her eyes followed the guard that opened it, narrowing them in an expression of scrutiny until they'd passed on to open the rest of the half of occupied cells - as was their block's protocol. Jezebel subjected them all to similar looks, whether they paid mind to it or not. The brindled female delicately stretched her foreleg out before lowering her paw to the floor and stepping free of her cramped living quarters. Jezebel cast a glance back with a small curl of her lip and reminded herself she would be leaving it behind, soon. There were just a couple of details left to be taken care of.
The dark brown stray drifted down the aisle, not deigning to address other inmates in the passing; she was above that, besides communicating with those that had been brought to the jail with her. Those lines were necessary to keep open.
Jezebel had explored the jail to the extent that was offered, with guards dotted about to prevent their escape but allowing them some freedom to roam. So long as they didn't abuse such a privilege.
Oh, she had no intention. Of all the places she'd discovered, it was the bathrooms that had drawn her interest. With a glance tossed flippantly over her shoulder Jezebel turned into them. The stretching room was robbed almost entirely of light, provided only by a small and thickly stained window - access barred by metal. The stalls were trashed and the urinals broken in its abandonment. There was plenty of rubble to be made use of, if Jezebel had opposable thumbs. The female rolled a piece of piping beneath her toes with a sigh of disappointment; the broken edge of it would have suitably slashed a throat, if only she could wield it. Quite the inconvenience. Jezebel turned her gaze to where it must have come from, the copper lining the bottom of the wall until it jutted free. The female tested the piping with the side of her muzzle, where it remained firm without a little force. For whatever reason, she seemed satisfied.
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