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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.

Edited 2013-01-14 16:53 (UTC)

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.