Last night had been eventful but not particularly productive. Cloud had wanted to face off against that barbarian again, but it was obviously not meant to be. He hoped that someone else had been successful where he and Yuffie had not been. If not, well, he still had much of the institute itself to explore.
He was not particularly enthusiastic about having to go to Doyleton again, but this was an opportunity to figure out more about the town. Maybe it was possible to connect the town with the outside of the institute and be able to get there during the night hours. From there, was it not a simple matter of finding the road and walking towards freedom? Probably not. Things were not as easy as they seemed to be, and the power of the institute seemed to expand over such a large area. Still, it was worth a try. There was no success without trying it first.
Boarding the first bus he was ushered towards, he was used to wearing odd outfits. He was not nearly as perplexed over his ripped blue jeans, the disgustingly lime green button down shirt or the fact he apparently had to wear his stained black basecap on backwards. Obviously, this was supposed to set some kind of trend, but considering what everyone else was wearing, he fit in just fine.
Spying a seat emptied right in front of it, Cloud took the open seat instead. "Morning, Gin," he murmured as he rooted through his bagged breakfast.
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Last night had been eventful but not particularly productive. Cloud had wanted to face off against that barbarian again, but it was obviously not meant to be. He hoped that someone else had been successful where he and Yuffie had not been. If not, well, he still had much of the institute itself to explore.
He was not particularly enthusiastic about having to go to Doyleton again, but this was an opportunity to figure out more about the town. Maybe it was possible to connect the town with the outside of the institute and be able to get there during the night hours. From there, was it not a simple matter of finding the road and walking towards freedom? Probably not. Things were not as easy as they seemed to be, and the power of the institute seemed to expand over such a large area. Still, it was worth a try. There was no success without trying it first.
Boarding the first bus he was ushered towards, he was used to wearing odd outfits. He was not nearly as perplexed over his ripped blue jeans, the disgustingly lime green button down shirt or the fact he apparently had to wear his stained black basecap on backwards. Obviously, this was supposed to set some kind of trend, but considering what everyone else was wearing, he fit in just fine.
Spying a seat emptied right in front of it, Cloud took the open seat instead. "Morning, Gin," he murmured as he rooted through his bagged breakfast.