[OPEN] ► Week 3 | On the Ice

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| Lindsey thought hiding in a crevice is a good idea to get out of the wind. Turns out it's a great idea. He's going to kill some people.
WHEN| 3rd Week
WHERE| Ice fields and crevice
WARNINGS/NOTES| Death, backstabbing, fighting, blood, gore. You know the drill.

A frozen wasteland. This arena had to be a freaking frozen wasteland. All the hard work that he put into learning those edible wild plants, as insisted by Eliot, was a waste of time when there wasn't even a leaf to be found anywhere.

He had hidden himself into the nooks and nannies, barely surviving, but who knew how much longer this could last. So when some hospitable sponsor gave him a rope, he decided to make good use of it by lowering himself into one of those large fissures in the ice, hoping that it would at least keep him out of the wind.

He made one of them his 'hideout' and spent the rest of the time trying to find hunt for anything. Birds for feathers, meat, eggs, even their stinky nests so he could get some things to burn. And, if he was lucky, he'll catch a tribute unaware too. Lindsey was damn determined to stay alive in this one.

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[big_badass_hero]

And here would be Chris, after Wesker's visit he had kept mostly on the move while the sun was up. Actually he was looking for a few people he had promised to keep an eye on while in the arena.

Walking along the edge of one of the fissures he was careful to keep his footing. So far he hadn't run into anyone, but that wasn't saying much, the others were probably hiding from the cold, or... Redfield don't even go there. He thought shaking his head. No way would he be the last one out there, no, they were in hiding he was sure of it.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey had to hunt or he was going to starve. Just a few bags of water wasn't going to last him that long, and he had ran out of the last bit of fowl meat that he managed to get his hands on for the last while.

However, as soon as he climbed near the surface of the ice, he stopped. It left him hanging in midair, crimped shoes digging solidly into the icy wall, but it was worth it when he heard the crunch of footsteps come closer.

Someone was definitely up there.

Carefully, Lindsey peered up over the bend of ice that shielded his sight. Not twenty feet away was someone walking towards him. Had he seen him? He quickly ducked back down first.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris hadn't seen Lindsey, he had heard him though. Well at least the crunch of something. The gunner crouched, not sure, waiting, scanning the area to see if he could find what had made the sound.

He was half tempted to call out, then remembered by now everyone would be an enemy. Think of them as zombies... It'll be easier to take them out.

[hartless_cowboy]

The man was walking on thin ice and he didn't know it. Lindsey glanced down, it was a good fifteen feet drop below. At least. If he could cause the ice to crack beneath the stranger then the fall alone may have a good chance of putting him on the advantage.

Slowly he used the rope for guidance as he moved sideways along the crevasse wall, using the spikes in his crampons to move him over. It was hard, but when he was directly below, he tried to use a large piece of ice, damn it was cold, to break through the ice beneath the man's feet.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris heard the ice crack almost too late, it started to fall and he barely jumped back, just not far enough.

The gunner scrambled for a hand hold catching the ice with his fingertips. "Ow..." He managed to hold on a few moments before sliding into the ravine. Chris reached out catching himself on another ledge of ice.

[hartless_cowboy]

As soon as the cracking started, Lindsey fell back, pushing off against the ice wall to move away from the falling shards. Then he was swinging back on the downward swing of the pendulum towards the man clutching to the edge.

He aimed the sharp heavy spikes of his booted feet forward with every intention of kicking the man down. If he could catch him with a blow to the head, then even better.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris saw the shadow headed for him and let go of the ledge he had been holding, sliding the last five feet to the ground, rolling when he hit the ground. His hand went for his knife...

"Figures, slip of my wrist back in beginning and I face ghosts of it already. Look Lindsey right? Come on we can talk about this first right?" He really didn't want to have to kill both twins.

[cherrypie]

De was looking to rustle up some birds of her owns. She and Glinda had been surviving on the nests.

As had everyone else. And they were starting to get scarce.

Luckily, she had found a not so easy to reach edge which had a whole handful to raid. Using her harpoon to balance her, she stretched up, climbing up the shelf and starting to raid the eggs first, stinking nest last.

The birds weren't really thrilled to have their eggs eaten, and De couldn't blame them. She could catch them, if they got to close, and they could join their eggs. However, this momma bird was going for the kill. Or, more precisely, her eyes.

"Son of a bitch..." She waved her arm, trying to go for her harpoon. Maybe bring home a much better dinner.

Except the harpoon had dropped to the ground in her battle with the bird. Reaching for the harpoon tipped her balance, and before she knew it she was sliding down the rough ice. It happened fast, and then she was laying in a broken, painful pile at the bottom of the ravine. Right next to her harpoon.

"God dammit."

[hartless_cowboy]

The fall was loud enough to echo through the narrow chasm, carrying far down the dark ice tunnel until it reached Lindsey some ways down from it. He heard the shout and the curse, and feeling wary but curious, he decided to make his way to its source.

Some minutes later found him looking from a distance at a rumpled heap. He was wary of approaching though, the person had a harpoon at their side. They were moving, but several more minutes in and he saw they weren't getting up. Moving in a bit closer and he noted that the person was a she, and she had a broken leg.

That instantly boosted his confidence.

Walking in the rest of the way, he smiled at her like any passing traveler would with another. "Can you fall a bit louder? I don't think the they heard you down at the end."

[cherrypie]

De had walked it off plenty of times before.

But it didn't take a lot to figure out she wasn't gonna walk this off. Wincing, she reached down to access the damage and managed, through the pain, to feel something hard under her hand.

And the only hard thing in that area was her bone. Which wasn't suppose to be outside her legs. She hissed, and let her head fall back.

And then heard his voice.

"You're not the welcoming committee, I'm betting."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Oh no, I'm plenty welcoming," Lindsey answered. He stayed just outside of the harpoon striking range for if she decided to use it as a hand-held weapon, but hardly looked concerned.

"After all, angel falls from the sky, what else would I be if not welcoming?" He took drew his newly acquired hunting knife and held it casually.

"No hard feelings though. It's the rule of the game."

[cherrypie]

"Aw, aren't you sweet."

She gave him a grin, although it was much closer to a grimace. Because it wasn't really a secret what was coming next, and dammit, this was a pathetic way to go.

[hartless_cowboy]

"I try to be."

Taking the grin for a positive sign if not quite permission, Lindsey carefully moved closer.

"Any preference how you wanna go?" It was actually a kindly offer rather than a threat, but the undertone was still there that even if she didn't agree, he would be taking her life. She was too much of a sitting duck for him to not take advantage of it.

[wheresthepie]

Dean was a bit lost since Cas was gone. Not having his best friend in there, having watched him die, knowing he was gone... he was at the point where he just wanted to die and go back to the capitol to see Ariadne and Cas. Be with people he knew instead of this frozen wasteland that felt like another level of hell Lucifer neglected to mention.

He had a place to sleep, but he hadn't eaten since he got there, and was starting to grow weaker and weaker because of it. But today he decided he should try to find food, even if he knew it would probably end up being useless.

Walking around the frozen wasteland, his knife on his belt, his eyes barely able to stay open, Dean was alone, hungry, and couldn't fight if he tried.

[hartless_cowboy]

Nests and birds dwindled as the weeks carried on, all tributes depending on them solely for food and possibly fire source. Lindsey had to trek even further for him to get to a new colony as the old one had fled from numerous huntings.

However, before he even came across them, he came across someone else.

He took out his newly acquired knife as well, courtesy of his first kill of this arena. As he closed in he thought the other looked off, stumbling often and appeared to be moving aimlessly.

He tightened his grip on his knife and moved forward, knife at ready. If he got this guy too, he'd be his fourth kill.

[wheresthepie]

Dean heard someone walking, and even in his weak state, he was able to grab the knife from his jeans and have it at the ready, though he wouldn't be able to fight back.

He walked closer to the person, knife out, his legs barely keeping him up.

[hartless_cowboy]

He stopped when he noticed the other guy approaching him, steps wobbly and looking like he could barely stand up.

Then he noticed that, hey, he recognized the man.

"It's you... Dean, right?" He pointed his knife at him although it was merely in gesture. "You don't look so good."

[wheresthepie]

Dean looked up, and it was Lindsay.

Shaking his head, "Nope. No food. No water. Cas gone."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Yeah, you don't look like you're going to last long." Lindsey looked the guy over. Dean really looked like he was going to collapse at any moment even if Lindsey didn't help him along.

He raised his knife, but it wasn't in a threatening gesture. "I can... help you along." It was actually stated more of a suggestion. He could afford to be a bit generous with someone he met before.

[whosalicewhite]

Parker finally had to move along. The faces in the sky were disconcerting, and almost gratifying, as it means she's still alive.

She can't feel much for people she doesn't know.

Parker's always aware, and now she's watching someone who seems so familiar, hunting.

So while she is aware, she's extremely confused.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey was not made for hunting birds. He could cut down demons, stake vampires, but the damn squawking fowls would dodge every time he tried to stab one. He had managed to wound the wing of one though to the point it couldn't fly, so it was only a matter of time before he brought it down to make a meal out of it.

He was completely unaware of someone watching him though.

[whosalicewhite]

He may not have been aware, but after the fail in hunting, Parker laughs. In the midst of the action, she's caught a glimpse of his face.

She may have been laughing at the miss. It should've been a clue, but even in Parker's mind, who else in the world is going to look like Eliot, but Eliot.

Parker should've said something like hello, but either she finds the hunting fail the funniest thing ever, or is having an adverse reaction to finally finding one of her crew.

[hartless_cowboy]

With the winds blowing so hard, Lindsey didn't hear the laughter that faded into the wind. Lindsey just tried again, crying out in frustration when, once more, the feathered beast danced out of his stabbing range.

"Stay still! I can chop the heads off of demons, I'm not got going to be fouled by a bird!"

[whosalicewhite]

"Who's Eamon and why'd you chop off his head?" She shouts, having not exactly heard that correctly.

There's a snort of laughter though, "And they are fowl!!"

Obviously, Eliot's going to need some help, or Parker's coming closer for a better view of the entertainment.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey jumped back when he heard the sudden voice speak back, nearly losing his footing and falling on the ice. He managed to regain it in the nick of time though and spun quickly around to point his small knife at the strange woman behind him.

Damn, he hadn't heard her coming up at all.

And his bird, it was trying to use the distraction to run away.

"Hell! Get back here!" Seeing the woman didn't look like she was going to attack him, he turned and tried to get at the bird again.