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[warbleronsmythe]

•  Who: Seb & Open
• What: Keeping himself busy
• When: After the curfew is set
• Where: Training centre
• Warnings: none

Sure, Sebastian woke up maybe two days ago from freezing to death in the arena after breaking his leg, and sure, he should probably relax and take some time off, but he was grumpy, and needed a distraction. For him, that was working out, to make sure that the next time they threw him into that wasteland again, he was more prepared, had better fighting skills, and wouldn't be stupid enough to break his ankle again. 

Hitting the punching bags, running laps, and attempting to learn how to use weapons was how he was going to spend some of his free time until some party came up or he had a better way to spend his time. 

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Blaine finished taping off his hands and then, after an awkward moment, moved forward to touch Sebastian's arm with his fingertips. "Me too. You scared the crap out of me." It had been the first time that Blaine had ever seen a dead body and despite the fact that he knew he'd see quite a few more here it still stuck with him.

[warbleronsmythe]

Seb looked at him and smiled half-heartedly. "I'm sorry. Some ass wanted my clothes, and since I couldn't fight back, I just gave in. I broke my ankle. It was easier to just let myself die than call for help."

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"You hear what you're saying right? 'It was easier to let yourself die?' That sounds a little crazy." He stepped closer to Sebastian, concern in his face. No matter what had happened between then back home, Sebastian was the only one he had from home here and after he had looked out for Blaine in the Arena, there was no way he could hold a grudge like that.

There was a light, barely noticeable line down Blaine's face where the wound had been. Otherwise, he seemed perfectly healthy now that he was outside of the Arena. "We can't afford to think like that. What happens if we don't come back?"