Albert Wesker (deadmenlie) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-07-10 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | finished thread, rating: pg-13, setting: niflheim, setting: niflheim's kitchen, strix, wesker |
[ooc: Hoping I’ve done this correctly.]
Who: Wesker and [Open to anyone!]
Where: Niflheim’s kitchen
When: Wesker’s fourth night here
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Warnings: Nothing much. Yet.
Summary: Wesker wanders down into the kitchen for a bite to eat.
Albert Wesker preferred to walk with a determined stride at all times, but the unfamiliar twists and turns of the narrow halls within Niflheim mansion seemed to want to interfere with his progress. He had already come upon three dead-ends, several restrooms, and so many doors it was enough to make one believe they were there for the sole purpose of annoying anyone so unfortunate as to not yet have the layout of the place memorized.
That, or he was leading himself in circles because hunger was becoming too much of a distraction to think clearly. He might have benefited from Birkin’s genius in that he hadn’t undergone too many unwanted mutations during the transition from man to tyrant - he could still pass for human, he could restrain the aggression, and he could rationalize - but there were certain drawbacks to being the most ‘human’ of his kind.
The fact he still needed to eat was one of them.
He’d discovered that quickly enough, and what an inconvenience it was. He could succumb to starvation and it was highly unlikely his body would die. Mutate, oh yes, but not die. Not so easily. It would probably consume his mind in the process, however. The longer he went without sustenance, or the more he exerted himself, the more difficult it was to control his behavior. If weakened to a point where survival was ever truly in question, then he was sure sanity was a luxury any tyrant could afford to lose.
But of course he had no desire to test the theory, which was why now, after four days, he was willing to venture out of his room to eat and perhaps explore a little more of this realm. He had reconciled himself to the oddness of the circumstances, after all, and now it was time to get acclimated to the rest of this environment.
When he finally located the kitchen, Wesker paused in the doorway just long enough to give the room a cursory scan for any of the other residents who could be lurking in the area. He saw no one, and because he wasn’t invested enough to search the adjoining dining room, assumed he was alone.
Then, spying the refrigerator off to one side, he made a beeline for it.