User:A Helpful Little Gnome/School2GymUp
You are inside the gymnasium of Pridmore Way School, a middle school. Improvised objects whose purpose was known only by its deviser, random artifacts and litter, and pieces of things, clutter everywhere. Faded splotches of dried blood are barely noticeable amidst the ugly grim worked into the floor, which are the narrow walkways between lines of sleeping bags and inflatable pads. Somebody has spraypainted all areas are to be kept in sanitary conditions; begging is not permitted; trust is to be kept to oneself onto a wall, up high, signed crossed-out as management.
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* Except for a trickle afterward, of people coming and going and never really meeting each other, the place was comparatively silent; you do not suppose it has been completely empty ever since the end of it, for there are some signs of upkeep, like the barricades, and the fact that everything has not been torn to pieces, but having only been extensively used.