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[color=#cd5c5c]"I recommend going to the arena since you missed training and could maybe get some training in. 
 Though I am not sure how River handles people who miss training.  So far, physical training, as in an obstacle course. Though it is only the first day, and I do not know what the other days of training will be like."[/color]    

Baxter had no idea how to answer such talk, so he blinked.

Repeatedly.  Until the blinking itself was an answer.

The threat of physical exertion was not what he was anticipating at this ungodly hour of the morning-afternoon.  He'd barely got up.  The sun was still at its highest point in the sky.

[color=#cd5c5c]"It is not a football team thing, but apparently, the purpose of this camp is to train. For what I do not know, but yeah. People here are expected to train.  I know some people here are not athletic like me or some of the others who passed. But, you can get the hang of it if you try."[/color]

He was moderately warmed by the news that football was in no way inline.  Which would merely be a silver lining for most, but took disproportionate weighting in Bax's addled mind as the newest information present.  It resulted in the return of that sam vague broad smile upon his face.

[color=#cd5c5c]"So you want directions to the arena?  It is not far from here."[/color]  

The arena was an obnoxious structure set right in the middle of camp before the clear plain where the party had been last night.  Even Baxter couldn't have missed it.  Or perhaps tripped over a stone slab corner of it when staggering between two unrelated places.

[color=firebrick]"I suppose I should find my way there.  Even if just to explain my earlier absence."[/color]  

What was to explain?  [i]I overslept, not knowing there was expectations I be awake in the first place, and you all went and had your hurty run fun without me.[/i]

How would he know this Creek when he saw him?

He'd probably have a scowl.  Or at least brow furrow.

The people who tried to wrangle Baxter to do things like almost always had a scowl or brow furrow.  Some not too distant relative from a frown, at least.

He still hadn't started in the direction of the arena yet.  The pause had become uncomfortable, due to the vacancy of... well, Baxter vacating.  At this point he wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't received a response to his answer, or if it was because Baxter himself was stalling.  Or dilly dallying.  Frittering away the time with meaningless meanderings to delat whatever goi--  oh right, he was still doing it.

[color=firebrick]"No time like the present I guess."[/color] [i]Except for not-at-all...[/i]

Baxter staggered off in the vague direction of camp's biggest structure.

[i]They don't put alcohol in gatorade, do they..?[/i]
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