Hallway, Third Floor (#2274)(an instance of generic room made by melusina)Flashing strands of red tree lights strung across the ceiling fill the hallway with a pulsing crimson glow. The walls are entirely covered with pages ripped from fashion magazines, scotch-taped to the dirty, peeling paint, face after beautiful face. Small black lines seem to swarm across the glossy covergirls; it must be a trick of the light. You squint at the closest picture: sucksucksucksucksucksuck, meticulously lettered, slicing across pouting lips. The picture behind you: bikini on the beach, titstitstitstits. Every curling-cornered picture covered with tidy little words, you can't possibly read them all. You focus on the gasoline can in the far corner of the hallway; it's not moving. EXITS: [ east ] Third Floor Landing. You make your way down the hallway to the fire-door, trying not to look at the blank staring faces. [ south ] Elevator Shaft. [ north ] 307. [ northwest ] 3-J. |