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Warning: making out with zombies in a lower thread.]

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[wantwhatiwant]

"What you break in just to play it or something?" He raised an eyebrow. It was pretty impressive if he had, but he didn't think Blaine was the type, love of music aside.

[mediumdrip]

"Oh now. I was invited. He's one of the sponsors I was trying to impress."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Oh..." He pulled a face, he didn't particularly like the sponsors. Or anyone from this city. "Did it work?"

[mediumdrip]

"I don't really know," Blaine admitted. "I think so? At least, I think he likes me."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Hopefully means he will actually give a shit about you next arena." Which was the point of sponsors. Who knew what they liked though.

[mediumdrip]

"That's the idea. I'm pretty sure he sent me some of the water I had last Arena though." Water that he had shared with Ian too, once they were finished sharing Ian's sleeping bag.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah?" Ian had been sent water too. "That's good at least, probably saved your life." And Ian's too. Not that it had mattered in the long run.

[mediumdrip]

"Yeah. This Arena was really tough. I'm glad that we made it back though."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Wonder what the next one will be like."

[mediumdrip]

"I vote for a nice relaxing tropical get away."

[wantwhatiwant]

"With plenty of sunshine and booze." He grinned, "Would be nice."

[mediumdrip]

"Sunshine but shade too, you know? I wouldn't want some of my friends to get sunburned," he pointed out, smiling a bit.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Well if they would give me actual clothes, I might not burn so badly." He scowled, he was joking though. Well the anger was a joke, not the fact he wanted proper clothing in the next arena, he was deadly serious about that.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine winced just a bit. "Oh man. I really lucked out during the night because they gave me a full suit. I don't know how you handled it."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Neither do I to be honest." It was just one of those things, he had survived but he would not want to do it again, nor would he be able to have any better strategies if he was made to do it again.

"Least someone sent me a sleeping bag."

[mediumdrip]

"Do you know who did it yet?" he asked. "I always feel weird because we can't thank the sponsors some way. That might encourage them to do more for us too."

[wantwhatiwant]

"It might, but no there was no note, and my escorts weren't helpful." Or Perhaps they didn't know either.

[mediumdrip]

"That takes 'secret admirer' to a whole new level."

[wantwhatiwant]

He smirked, "Great first secret admirer I've ever had and it's one of these weirdos."

He wasn't sure how to feel about that, truthfully.

[mediumdrip]

"Yeah... They can get really creepy, can't they?" He frowned a bit. "At least if yours stays in the shadows you won't have to deal with them?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah, not sure even how to deal with them. How do you deal with people that like watching you die? I can't act as if that's normal." Because it wasn't, nothing about this place was.

[mediumdrip]

"I think the point of the sponsors though is that they want you to live? They put money into your survival."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah but they still enjoy watching you suffer." He shrugged, "And I doubt they care, they want you to win but if you don't ah well they might have lost a buck or two and there's always next time."

[mediumdrip]

"But hopefully next time they'll help you again though?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah, until they get bored, which is where the trying to win bit comes in I guess." He shrugged.