It was now obvious, rather suddenly, that deciding to take a trip to the old prison just as night was falling was certainly not a good idea. The winds outside were in a frenzy and the waves of the ocean pounded at the sides of the island, crashing at the bridge as Jasper made his way across. He'd made an attempt or two to keep his hair from flying about, grabbing it with one hand, then both, but finally he dropped them in defeat, head hung and trudging along on his way. Getting at the actual building wasn't all that easy either. He ducked under rusted fences, slipped over broken barbed wire and, when he finally made it to the entrance of the building, the sun had already disappeared from the sky. The inside was cold and musty, which immediately made him wrinkle his nose up. It smelled like garbage, really, or what the back alleys of Europe used to smell like. This didn't keep Jasper from continuing on though. Instead, he ignored the stench and traveled on, slinking is way through the dark building. The wind howled through the windows of the penitentiary, giving the whole place an even creepier feeling, which is certainly did not need. The de le Poer boy stopped now and then, peeking inside cells, shuffling the trash on the ground around with his feet. People had said wondrous things about this place and, thus far, Jasper had yet to really see anything worth traveling there for. |