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Who| Dean and Open
What| Waking up and remembering the death roll
Where| a few KM away from the cornucopia
When| Morning After the Bloodbath
Warnings| n/a

Dean was still astonished that he'd been able to get past the bloodbath, without a scratch, and away from all the people, with a knife. Sure, wasn't his first weapon of choice, but hey, it was better than nothing. And after his encounter with someone who could rival Sam in stature, he certainly felt lucky to be alive.

Upon waking up the next morning, after watching the bloodbath for the second time, he checked himself and his surroundings, making sure he wasn't actually dead and didn't even make it past the first round of death, and not in his room. And all he found was that he was freezing, covered in snow, and that his heart was beating. Good, he thought to himself, he was alive, well, and, checking his pockets frantically, he still had his knife. Taking it out, he smiled at it: Short, but just like the one Ari had sent him in the last arena. It would work well enough for self defence, and he would be able to cut things up, and maybe even start a fire.

That was his first 'chore'. Fire. He needed something to keep himself warm. So, he looked around for a tree, or even rocks, sadly, there were only rocks, so he grabbed a bunch, then dug in the snow to start a fire. It was times like this he wished he had a fifth of whiskey, at least the alcohol would elevate his body temperature so he could focus on more important things.

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Suddenly the ahead horizon explodes - the sky blackening as dozens of small, dark shapes take to the air, their high screams echoing across the ice and snow.

At the center, stretching up from the ground, is a shadowy silhouette.

Dean's probably too far to tell, but the figure's grimacing, bearing white teeth at the shrieking birds.

Wesker hadn't been hunting them.

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The sudden explosion and sounds that Dean could hear caused him to jump and look up from what he was doing. How the hell? He thought that everyone lost their powers in this place, otherwise he and Cas would never be able to die. Though, Cas was still nowhere to be found, so that remained to be seen.

He saw the silhouette, and immediately he grabbed a rock and his knife, and stood up. He had no idea who, or what, that thing was, and now came the possibility of him dying so soon. Great.

Although Wesker had already decided he didn't care for the Capitol - purely on the principle - he was smart enough to realize that the pieces, as they currently sat, were not in his favor. They had managed to lessen him somehow, and there was still so many questions he hadn't answered... So he was playing their game, determined to free himself from the bond of the arena.

He was hunting. And the scent of the smoke and the ash had drawn him across the ice to Dean's campfire.

But he hadn't counted on the birds. On the advance warning they would give his prey.

He stared across the expanse, weighing his options as the figure in the distance scrambled to its feet. He was tempted to continue with his attack,... but then the bitterly cold wind shifted and carried with it the scent of another.

Someone familiar.

Someone he could probably take on his own, one-on-one, but that he had no desire to tangle with there was a third, uncounted for, third party involved.

Eyes flaring red, he slipped back, moving carefully over the ice until he found a deep crack to slip into.

Some other time, Dean.

OOC: Again, sorry for the confusion! I didn't mean an actual explosion. D: My bad! As it is, since Don arrived and Dean went with him, I'll have just Wesker slip off all cranky like. If that's alright?

Before Dean headed off with Don, he made sure the figure was gone, and luckily he was.

One less person to avoid, for now.

OOC: that's alright darling. <3 And sounds good.

Donatello was out. He was - oddly enough - gathering snow. Which sounded odd. But there were reason for it. Mainly for the water. He had fire to melt the snow with, so fire wasn't a problem. Some weeds or strewn droppings from birds could work, too - even with sponsor gifts, wood wouldn't last forever.

Suddenly, there was a figure in the distance. Don tensed up; it was difficult to see who it was through the snow. So, slowly, he made his way towards the figure, hoping they were friendly.

Dean was still trying to make his fire, and after a while, he actually managed to ignite something. "Success!" He let out a loud whisper of glee. This meant he could melt snow for water, and, if he found food, cook something to eat.

Then all of a sudden, he saw a figure as well, and heard something.

"Who's out there?"

The movement stopped when he heard the voice. Dean. It was Dean. For a moment, he hesitated; he had not seen or talked to Dean since...well...

After a moment, though, he called out. There wasn't anything to lose.

"Dean? Is that you?"

Don. The guy who killed him, granted, Don wasn't well... Don when he did so. He sighed, "Yeah, Don. It's me."

At this, Don quickly walked over to him. Well, as quickly as one could walk when there was ice everywhere. Ninja training was useful in not slipping and falling on his shell, at least.

Hopefully, Dean wouldn't think he was going to eat him again.

"De-ah!" The first thing Dean noticed was the whiteness. Of...Dean's face, not the environment. Obviously the environment was white and ~~Don, stop it~~...such. "You look like shell! Did you sleep out here last night?!"

That wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but then he realized he probably did look like a snow-zombie. "Yeah. I did. Had no where else to sleep."

"You need to get into a crevasse." Don gulped. "You'll definitely die of hypothermia if you stay out here! Momoko and I are staying in one; you should come with me, try to warm yourself up."

Which was part of the reason why he wasn't shivering as perceptibly as he had yesterday. He'd managed to start a fire, which helped to keep them both warm.

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"Yeah. I guess that'd be a smart idea. My fire wont last long, and all I've got is my knife. So... yeah. Thanks." He offered a half-smile to the turtle, then looked at him, hand on his shoulder, "I forgive you, y'know."

"...Thanks." There was a tone of sadness as the turtle responded. "Dean, I...what happened back there, that's not..."

Him. Something he wants to happen again. Something he really hopes doesn't happen again.

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"It wasn't you. I get it. Trust me. Sickness and other shit causing changes. Trust me. I've seen worse. Plus, I got out of here. So, short of having a gruesome death, it wasn't that bad" He patted his back, "no killing me this time. Unless t's life or death. Then I give you permission."

"Don't worry." Don gave a small nod. "I don't think that will be a problem."

Unless it was him, Dean and Momoko left in the Arena. Then...

No, no, he wouldn't. Well, he'd have to, but he wouldn't - really couldn't - just suddenly kill Dean in the end with no reason given. Don realized then that he would have to figure out a way to let Dean in on what he was planning, on what he and Eliot agreed upon, without being too obvious.

Somehow. First though, getting back to the crevasse was the priority.

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"Alright, good to know. Though, if it comes down to you or me winning. You can kill me. At this point, even if winning gets me out of here for good, I doubt I'm a match for a mutant turtle." Chuckling, then starting to rub his hands together. Yeah. He was definitely cold.

"Warmth. I think my body needs warmth."

Ah. Ah. That gave Don a thought. But first-

"Ah! Watch your step, its right here."

With that, Don jumped onto the highest of the ledges, which was thankfully a few feet down. Further he could see Momoko sleeping.

"..Say, Dean...what if it was three of us instead of two? Like if it were me and and you and Momoko."

Almost falling into a hole, he looked down.

"Thanks dude."

Watching him move, he then thought for a minute.

"Um... I can't kill someone in cold blood. It's against my morals. So. Again. You two can fight over the title I guess."

"Oh." At this, Don jumped to a lower ledge. "I...I don't think I could kill Momoko, though. There are certain people in the arena I...really don't think I could kill."

Don is praying that Dean is picking up on the subtle hints. Doesn't like killing Momoko. What if it was just the three of us left. Certain people he wouldn't want to hurt.

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Following after him, making sure not to fall, he shrugged. "Well, let's cross the bridge when we get to it and focus on not dying from hypothermia, sound good to you?"

Castiel was ashamed the time it took him to catch up with Dean. He had to go around everyone to avoid being caught in the fight. This was why it had taken him all night to finally get to Dean. He approached cautiously so that he did not give away their position, or startle Dean into lashing out at him. It was not something he would typically worry about, but this place was different.

"Dean." He said quietly from a short distance.

Dean had actually left the cave to go out in search of Cas, and food. Though, the search was futile, as there was nothing to be found food wise, and he was sure he wasn't going to find Cas.

Turning to go back to his 'home' with Don and Momoko, he was startled by a familiar voice. Cas. It had to be Cas. And when he turned around, there was his best friend, and he was super happy to see him.

"Cas!" He spoke in a loud whisper, pulling him into a hug. Glad that he hadn't been killed yet, glad that he wasn't going to have to endure this without Cas. "I am so glad to see you.

"I am glad to see you as well. What is your plan," Cas knew that Dean had to have some sort of idea of how to approach this. He had gotten the feeling that Dean had been through this before, and thus would have a better idea of how these things worked.

He was also very cold and not sure what to do about that.

"Uh... find shelter. Stay in shelter. That's about the best I've got so far. I've got one with Don and Momoko, but ... you'd have to show that you aren't gonna kill them. They're no threat to me, I swear. So. Yeah. That's all I've got." Dean hadn't had much time to actually think. Without being able to find food, nor another shelter, and stuck with nothing but his knife, he was all but useless.

"I will do what I can to prove I am no threat to them. If you trust them, I will as well." Castiel was a little cautious of the idea of people he didn't know and not being able to tell their intentions. "I can keep watch at night, I still have no need for for sleep, or food despite my lack of power. At least I have not needed them yet."

Dean was glad some of Cas' traits weren't gone. With the three of them needing sleep, having an angel without mojo would probably come in pretty handy. "How are you doing for warmth?"

Castiel had to stop and think about that for a moment. He knew that he was cold, but it also did not seem to have a negative physical effects yet. He was unaware of how fast frost bite set in.

" I'm cold, very cold, but I think I'm doing okay. When do I meet the others?"

"I feel like you're more cold than you're letting on. But not much I can do to help that." Short of holding him, but that was weird. This was Cas. They didn't hug, nor hold each other, because that was just..weird.

"Umm... At some point, I suppose. Unless we find our own shelter before then."

Castiel started to notice his shivering as the bitter wind blew through him.

"I suggest we move and try to find some place with more cover. This cold is very...uncomfortable." It was defiantly a sensation that he did not enjoy.

Nods, "Alright. Let's go." Dean looked around and sighed, "Not that I know where anything is."

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