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Who: Sebastian & Open
What: He's going to freeze to death, because he has no meat on his bones
When: Middle of the week
Warnings: ..Death

Sebastian was wandering around, trying to find food, maybe even go fishing, though that wasn't exactly his strong suit, but hey, he could at least try to feed himself and Blaine. But it was cold, and sadly, though he was all muscle, he had very little body fat to actually keep himself warm on this frozen desert ring of hell.

As he walked around, trying to find a place to rest, hoping he was getting close to his and Blaine's cave, he ended up tripping on something. He wasn't sure what it was, nor was he sure if it had broken something. Scooting over in the snow, he tried to move his right ankle, causing him to cry out in pain. He broke it. That was just great. Now he was frozen, lost, had no food, and couldn't walk. There was nothing he could do.

This was the end. He was sure of it.

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Another dead bird under his arm, Howard's limping his way back to the cave with Alpha when he sees a form in the snow. Maybe a sack of clothing, maybe something else. As he gets closer, he realizes it's a teenage boy lying in the snow, clutching his ankle.

Howard is not a guardian angel. He hopes whomever it is is dead, so he can pick the body. But it's hard to tell from a distance, so he comes up close, realizing with some disappointment that Blaine's alive. He has even less body fat than Blaine does, but he's managed to stuff his parka with feathers and Eponine's clothing, so he's managed to stay a little bit warmer. And he's gotten much more to eat. He's in no danger of dying out here from the elements alone.

"Hey, you."

Sebastian looks up when he hears someone. His eyes look like he's wearing too much black makeup, having barely slept the past few days.

"Hello."

He wasn't going to fight back. He couldn't. He didn't have enough energy to move, and if he stood on his ankle, it could cause even more damage.

Edited 2013-02-05 04:31 (UTC)

"You look cold."

Howard takes a seat in the snow a few feet away from Sebastian, looking as if wondering what to do with him. "Why're you on the ground?"

"Understatement of the century." Giving his best bitchface.

Looking at his ankle than back at the quite attractive man, "Broke my ankle."

Careful with that jailbait, Sebastian. Howard doesn't seem fazed at all by the bitchface. Instead he studies Sebastian curiously, tilting his head from side to side like a bird or a dog. Given that the hood of his parka seems stuck in place independently, it gives the odd impression of the hands of a clock moving.

"Can't walk at all?"

Howard's toying with options. He could help the guy out, but with a broken ankle he's dead weight. He could, theoretically, kill him, but he has no desire to do that. Or he could take his stuff.

He's leaning towards the latter.

Being 17, took someone quite young to lose Bas' attention. But he kept his bitch face on, or at least tried.

He shook his head, looking at the other boy, "Nope. I tried. It hurts way too much. I know for a fact it's broken, since I've broken more bones than I can count."

At this point, Bas is hoping to be killed. Other than the clothes on his back and his shitty back pack of fishing supplies, he doesn't have anything that's of much use.

Howard chews on the fingertip of his glove, as if pondering a question posed by a schoolteacher in class rather than a potential murder.

"Will you give me anything if I can get you out of the cold?"

"I have a feeling that won't solve much, but yeah. You can have my whole pack. I don't know how to fish anyway."

Seb didn't care at this point. If he died... that would be salvation, because he'd be free from this hell.

Howard steps closer and starts to take Sebastian's pack, looking through it to see what the haul is. "You mind if I take your jacket?"

Looks up at him, "...gonna have to kill me to get that. It's the only thing keeping me from freezing to death right now."

"Well, if you're planning on dying anyway, what's the difference?"

"Freezing to death is slower than other forms of death."

"But it'll be faster if I have your stuff." He already mercy-killed someone last arena. He's not eager to do it again.

Sebastian wasn't really up to arguing at this point. And even if he was going to fight back over the jacket, he'd lose. He couldn't stand, felt weaker than he ever had before. Where was a lacrosse stick when he needed one.

Giving up, he leaning up, took his jacket off and threw it at the guy.

"Thank you." Howard's got a strange tone of voice, like he's trying to be facetious but actually is grateful and a little sad. "Don't worry, you'll feel alright when they bring you back."

He grabs the coat and Sebastian's stuff, and gets up and limps away, abandoning the other boy to freeze.

And that's what Seb did. Laying down in the snow, he stared up at the sky, waiting for the cold to take him.

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