Inspection || [Open]
Green eyes gazed at the sign emblazoned on the wall next to the door: Classroom S. Even without opening the door, Hot Pants could smell what was inside. It was a distinct smell, a scent she'd become accustomed to - even if she couldn't remember how. Death. That was what it smelled like. Death, blood, gore. Briefly, her hand hovered over the doorknob before she finally committed. Turning the knob, the female took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed out slowly.
The stench hit her like a wall, forcing the redhead to grimace. She didn't need to see the room to understand just how many people had died in it. Still, there could be something to be gleaned from this excursion. After all, she'd just arrived to the island. Despite the heavy atmosphere that had slammed into her the moment she'd set foot on the island, Hot Pants was determined to figure out exactly what was going on. Of course, she'd heard the rumors - the 'mutual killing', the countless deaths that had occured, the trials. In fact, there had just been one the previous night. Not that she'd attended.
Stepping into the classroom, the female wrinkled her nose in disgust. Blood and bits of flesh clung to her boot as she walked with arms folded. Death was certainly nothing new to her, but this was...horrific. What had caused this? With half-lidded eyes, the female gazed at the white-chalk outlines that covered the floor - too numerous to count. So many deaths in this room. The fingers of her left hand twitched briefly. Without Cream Starter, she was at a clear disadvantage in this place. Brushing her fingers blindly against the wall, she searched for a light switch and clicked it on.
Nothing.
"Of course." The words came out as a rough sigh. Of course the lights wouldn't work here. And so, HP inspected the room with only the light from the hallway to see. Kneeling down, she gazed at a particularly tiny outline. Whoever had died there, they hadn't been very old. Maybe just barely a teenager. Disgust forced the female's nose to wrinkle. She might have tried to get a better look had it not been for the shuffling at the doorway. Pulling herself up to her full height, Hot Pants turned on her heel to face the doorway. "Do you need something?" Her question was quick - to the point - as she gazed at the shadowed figure in the doorway.
