Well frack if he knew how he'd gotten here, but by golly he had. It was a junction of two hallways, and Durion's bare shoulders could feel the cold press of tile at his back as he leaned back against that oh so very nice corner. It was a good, deep corner too, his favorite sort, and Durion, being the self-proclaimed patron saint of dark corners, felt utterly at home therein. That and he had a ham and lettuce sandwich, and sandwiches, as everyone knows, put everyone at ease. Chewing thoughtfully, he tilted his head back against wall, watching as the darkness fluttered to him, a natural after-effect of whatever the ******** from the last facility had done to him.
Well, it meant that his nice, shadowy corner became an even nicer dark corner, the sort of corner that they play the suspenseful music for in a slasher film, or that always has those pixellated clouds of sheer gloom in the creepiest of video games. Hnn. Come to think of it, when was the last time he'd played a video game? Hell. Too long. Snorting softly, he took another bite of his sandwich, crimson eyes, seeming almost to glow in the midst of his dusky features, regarding the view from here. Mind, it was only two hallways, but it was a lot more than he could see from his room. That and Demyn was likely still in their room, and had probably jacked the mattress back.
It was something of a game at this juncture, stealing that mattress. But whomever had laid claim to it by the end of the day got to sleep on it...unless it was Demyn, then usually he had to kick Durion out of his bed three to four times a night. Features brightening at the prospect of yet another night of harassment, the lanky male laughed softly as he peeled off a bit of crust on his bread, flicking it several feet. Maybe it would attract bugs...it would give him something more engaging to watch than barren hallspace.
