Reeve had to focus to keep his unease at bay. If he let it take control of him, he'd have lost already. Really, it was lucky that the doors had been unlocked, and yet all it did was leave him full of questions. His roommate left casually, and although Reeve could assume that any odd reactions or stories were a result of whatever mental problems the man suffered from, he seemed lucid. He was certainly sane enough that Reeve would have thought a suddenly unlocked door deserved more fanfare. The guards would stop him soon, and Reeve would hopefully be able to take the opportunity to run. It was a sloppy plan, but it was the best he could do.
He took the radio, the flashlight, journals, pens. There was a coat in the closet, and after making a quick tear in the lining he was able to keep all of his meager supplies in the garment. He discarded the slippers for a pair of boots, but despite all of this he still felt naked. He was going to need a weapon if he intended to escape, and nothing in the room looked promising. The flashlight might help against the average civilian, but any guard would be able to put a quick stop to that.
Belatedly, Reeve noticed a lack of commotion outside. He edged towards the door, wondering where his distraction had gone. Instead of finding his roommate being dragged back to him, the hallways was empty save for the murmur of people conversing. Lots of people. The power was out, and from what he could see, each individual was wearing the same uniform he was. His heart sped up with dangerous hope; whether or not someone had intervened for his sake, this was an opportunity to not be missed.
Reeve inhaled deeply. One way or another, he refused to return to Shin-Ra custody. He couldn't put AVALANCHE (whatever remained of them) at risk now, and he was a security risk if he stayed in Shin-Ra's hands. It wasn't really all that noble, considering that if he didn't escape, he was as good as dead anyway. He exited quickly before his resolve wavered.
M45
He took the radio, the flashlight, journals, pens. There was a coat in the closet, and after making a quick tear in the lining he was able to keep all of his meager supplies in the garment. He discarded the slippers for a pair of boots, but despite all of this he still felt naked. He was going to need a weapon if he intended to escape, and nothing in the room looked promising. The flashlight might help against the average civilian, but any guard would be able to put a quick stop to that.
Belatedly, Reeve noticed a lack of commotion outside. He edged towards the door, wondering where his distraction had gone. Instead of finding his roommate being dragged back to him, the hallways was empty save for the murmur of people conversing. Lots of people. The power was out, and from what he could see, each individual was wearing the same uniform he was. His heart sped up with dangerous hope; whether or not someone had intervened for his sake, this was an opportunity to not be missed.
Reeve inhaled deeply. One way or another, he refused to return to Shin-Ra custody. He couldn't put AVALANCHE (whatever remained of them) at risk now, and he was a security risk if he stayed in Shin-Ra's hands. It wasn't really all that noble, considering that if he didn't escape, he was as good as dead anyway. He exited quickly before his resolve wavered.