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Fighting isn't the goal here.

[Alhaitham of course doesn't think that they're going to get out of here without some kind of resistance, but its not something he's going to actively seek out either. If there's a way for them to get out without a confrontation, then that will be the ideal way to handle it. The lesser the fuss, the better it will be.

He looks as Freminet attempts to seek out the key from where he is, huffing after a second before speaking.] Try the walls right beside the bars.

[Sometimes, the answers are at the places which are right under your very nose.]

[Even if fighting wasn't the goal, Freminet still had to be prepared for one. Or perhaps that he was always thinking of the worst that made him think this way. Regardless, he wasn't going to argue. He was going to listen to whatever he said in hopes of avoiding one.]

Right...

[He trailed off before looking at the wall. Of course, he found himself blushing a little as he saw the key right beside them. Without another word, he looked at Alhaitham before attempting to grab said key from the wall. However, it was proving a little more difficult than it looked as he was trying to grab it through the bars. He was barely short of getting them.

And yet, it didn't stop him from stretching his arm out as much as he could!]

[Well, at least that's their initial problem solved. If the key wasn't nearby at all then it would've presented a bigger set of issues, so Alhaitham is glad that things are not going that way. But he knows better than to think that any of their troubles here are over.

As Freminet continues to struggle for the keys Alhaitham glances around the cell, trying to see if there's anything at all which can help them. Judging from how messy this place is it doesn't seem like the people who got them here have bothered to clean up in the slightest, so there might be a chance for something to turn up.]

You're not going to get any closer to it like that. [He speaks up after a bit of searching on his own end; not so much out of concern, but because there really is no use in exerting their limited energy for something that's physically impossible.] We'll be better off trying to find something in here that might be able to help us.

[It doesn't need to be anything good. It just needs to work for however long they need it to.]

[Try as he might, his arms just weren't long enough to reach the keys. Even when he was stretching them as far as he could, he just couldn't get them. With a sigh, he eventually gave up and placed his arms downward. As he got them back from the bars, he had to wince from how much he stretched them out.]

See anything that would be useful?

[So far, it didn't seem like there was. Not unless he got creative. But even then, he wasn't sure if it'll work or not.]

Or at least, just far enough to get the keys.

[He said before attempting to figure out a way to get his jacket off. If there was nothing, he could at least try to get it off to make a makeshift noose.]

[Alhaitham hums in agreement to what Freminet says, continuing to look around some more to try and find something... but as far as he can tell they're coming up short despite the scattering of debris around them. It certainly doesn't bode well for their situation, but Alhaitham has never been the kind of person to accept something forcibly imposed onto him without at least trying everything else.

For better or worse, it seems like Freminet is of the same mind as well, judging by how he starts to struggle to get out his jacket. Alhaitham watches him do that for a while before he lets out a huff and makes his way over to the kid, reaching out to hold his wrists and keep them extended towards him. He doesn't say anything as he unbuttons the sections that are holding the sleeves up, letting go of him as soon as he's done.]

The material of your clothes is thicker than mine. [He simply says, as factually as ever.] It should be more durable with what we need it to do.

[He was right, his jacket was meant to be thicker as a means to help him from the cold. They really weren't going anywhere with the lack of materials they need. He wasn't going to argue against Alhaitham but he also wasn't sure what else he should do. As he struggled to get the jacket off of him, it was proving more difficult than he thought.

Just as he was about to say something, he raised an eyebrow or two.]

Are you sure?

[He said before looking at the materials before him. As he took a hold of them, he glanced at back the tall man before carefully making a lasso. However, the look he gave him was almost asking him if he was allowed to do such a thing.]

[The look Alhaitham sends over in return suggests that he doesn't quite understand why Freminet asked that question, but he answers it regardless, since them being on the same level is the most optimal thing if they want to get out of this situation they've landed in.]

Yes, I'm certain. [He says, eyeing at the lasso that Freminet has made before walking over to the bars. There's a pause as he takes the time to approximate distance and angles based on the space that they have, though no matter how he does so he can't say anything with full certainty—these things were always more of Kaveh's expertise, not his.

Still, its not like he can ask his senior for advice, so the best he can do is give it his best calculation, and then relaying it over to Freminet.] Stand here, with your body angled like this, and then toss it through the gaps towards the keys.

[He explains it while doing the motions so that the other can see for himself, and once he's done he steps away, giving the space for Freminet to do what Alhaitham had just demonstrated.]

[All he wanted was to confirm if everything was okay for him. Even if Alhaitham was the one who suggested it first, he never wanted to cross any boundaries and especially with someone like him.

As he gave a nod and tried to make a lasso, he had looked at the keys for a moment. Just like the taller man, Freminet was also trying to figure out what was the best way to get it from this distance. It didn't seem like it was that hard but he also wanted to avoid any mistakes. He didn't want to make any noises that would notify the guards...]

Right, um...I'll try my best.

[Watching Alhaitham do the motions, he tried to do the same. Of course, the first try nearly caught the key, he missed it by an inch. However, the second try he managed to catch it but...]

There isn't any guards around are there? You don't hear anyone coming in?

[There was a loud sound made from the keys falling to the ground.]

[Alhaitham watches as Freminet works on getting the keys closer to them, keeping an eye out for the guards even before the other asks about it.]

None, but its still best to be quick about it regardless. [There's no avoiding the fact that they are going to make some kind of noise in some fashion no matter what they do, so the best is to make this snappy and get the keys in their possession first. Everything else can be dealt with after they've secured their way out.] When you pull, make sure to do it as hard as you can.

[With luck, there might be enough force to get the keys to fly off the hook and get to their hands without them ever touching the ground.]

[He didn't need to be told twice. Knowing that there weren't any guards coming by, Freminet had to quickly lasso the key his way. Of course, with each pull, there was the drag of the keys. As it makes sounds, he had to keep wincing as he kept trying to make the sounds as quiet as possible.

By the time, Freminet eventually got the key to the jail cell? He had to look up at Alhaitham before giving a sigh of relief. And yet, he still had to look around to see if any guards were nearby.]

[Well the keys didn't fly all the way over, which was the most likely scenario from the get go, and there's really no helping the noise that it makes as Freminet drags it over to them. Alhaitham can't say that he likes it either, but what's done is done—no point regretting it now.

At the very least, it doesn't take long for Freminet to get the keys over to their cell. Alhaitham quickly snatches them up once they're close enough to be in reach—and not a moment too soon, as the sound of footsteps approach their way.

Alhaitham doesn't say anything, but the look he gives Freminet should hopefully be enough for him to understand the sudden urgency of their situation. He steps away from the bars, twisting around to try his best to stash away the retrieved keys before they get spotted by whoever is coming around to their cell (if they're coming over to their cell—the possibility is high but he isn't going to assume). Hopefully Freminet gets the hint and backs off too so that they're less conspicuous about everything. Last thing they need is for these people to suspect that they're up to something.]

[Freminet didn't need to say a word. Immediately, he backed away from the bars as soon as Alhaitham got the keys. With his hands up, he looked at the door before looking at the taller man.

There was some satisfaction knowing that he managed to get the keys. Despite the limited resources, he was able to complete his task. And yet, as he raised an eyebrow, there was the unspoken question. What do they do from here on out?]

[A SUMMARY BECAUSE WE BOTH DIED:

They got the keys, Alhaitham told Freminet to hide it on himself, bad people came storming into the cell, Alhaitham provoked them until they got pissed enough to completely focus on Alhaitham and beat him up, leaving Freminet unattended and uninjured (and with the key for their eventual attempted breakout that ends in failure).

Good times were had by all.]

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