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WHO| Tate Langdon & You!
WHAT| Trying to leaving Cornucopia island
WHEN| After first night, afternoon
WHERE| E-5 to Q-4
WARNING/NOTES| None at the moment, but is open to attacks - feel free to mess him up, or start an alliance!

Tate felt like he was in Rambo having to find a way to carry the machete between his teeth in order to swim with it. He felt like he looked ridiculous, but it wasn't really the time or place to care how you looked. All that mattered was survival and taking out the other tributes. He couldn't afford to waste time as he quickly got into the water and worked to swim towards the larger island, staying by the reefs and not getting in too deep.

His head kept turning and watching for other tributes as he approached the new shore. Although he couldn't feel the temperature, the water would weigh down his clothes, causing him to stop and wring them out, stripping his shirt in the process. He was content when the machete would sit well hanging from his belt.

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Ariadne figured out that all the action was on the other islands pretty quickly after her first evening at the Cornucopia. Part of the interesting part of having numerous locales, she thought as she headed down to the water; she might not have been the best swimmer, but she was capable of stamina, and that would be what carried her across.

She was already halfway across when she spotted a familiar figure with a machete in his teeth just ahead of her. Her breath hitched, and she slowed somewhat, ducking her head a little bit to make sure she stayed out of his view until she figured out what she was going to do. Her own spear would doubtless help her considerably if he tried to attack; she knew how to defend, and hers was more mid-range than his short-range machete.

But she still didn't want to take him on as soon as they got to the shore. That couldn't possibly go well.

Tate was on the shore scanning the area- there was no doubt tributes hiding in the forest of strange trees ahead of him. However he would need the shade because despite not feeling certain temperatures, somehow the sun would wear him out and cause fatigue, even sun burn, which could be painful. All the same he is turned away from the water now, wondering how long he can stay on the beach- the sun would after all dry his clothes. So he just had to buy time, although standing in the middle of the beach wouldn't do him any good. Slowly he began to walk the beach, hand on his machete.

She found the shore shortly after him, still trailing a way behind him, taking special care to make no moves that would draw his attention. The sand was soft beneath her feet, muffling her steps as she followed him, glad that he was apparently more concerned with the potential Tributes ahead of him, rather than behind.

One well placed shot with her spear could take him out, but if she missed, she'd be without a weapon. Instead, Ariadne darts behind a nearby tree, pausing to catch her breath - adrenaline has her heart in her throat, and she thinks that this whole 'Career' Tribute strategy she has might be harder than she thinks.

Tate turned when he thought he heard something, but when he looks he sees no one, however he does get the gut feeling that he certainly isn't alone. His eyes narrow as he scans the trees for eyes or faces watching him. When he sees nothing he continues to walk forward- going towards the edge of the forest where he would be in the shade, possibly climb a tree and just wait this one out until some of the tributes thin out.

She has no intention of just letting him hide, nor to let him slip into the forest and get the jump on either her or anyone else. Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to kill him, but she could hurt him. Or die trying. Either way, really.

Ariadne swallowed thickly, scooping up a particularly harsh looking rock from the nearby brush, and aimed a well-placed throw at his head.

Tate would have kicked himself if he were in the Capitol watching how oblivious he was of Aridane's presence. He had just had a run in with Sasuke, which had reminded him that tributes were closer now despite the bigger island. He had no idea how close he was walking into an easy attack.

And that rock let fly.

She threw it with the sort of concentrated force that she had been practising, both in the Capitol before the Games, and with her spear alike. The rock and her weapon were so similar that it was well and possible the ability to throw was transferable. But with that, she'd also given her position away to some extent.

And it was a hit right on target, bringing Tate straight down and blood to flow from his head. He wasn't dead, nor knocked unconscious, however he laid there for a moment as everything spun and became dizzy. He could feel the warm wet blood flowing from the wound drench his hair and seep into the sand, but of course he couldn't exactly process what it was.

Her breath caught as it sailed true, and the morbidly curious part of her just had to know. He couldn't be dead, not from one little shot like that. Slowly, she stepped out from the trees, spear very much at the ready, another sharp rock in her other hand - just in case - and approached him, peering at him to see what would come of this.

Tate stayed down for a moment before stirring. His first reaction was to spit the sand out of his mouth despite it still sticking to his moist lips. He groaned as he moved his arm, slowly bringing a hand to the back of his head to feel the blood flow.

"Motherfu-" he mumbled as his eyes glared. He couldn't see straight just yet, but he was fueled to start moving. It wasn't out of his mind whomever hit him was about to strike again and it could easily be a fatal blow the next time.

Part of her wanted to just beat him to death right then and there. It would be so easy to. Especially with him stopped like that, at least for the time being.

But it didn't feel real. It was too easy at this point, especially since she knew Tate was one of the more dangerous Tributes. She'd seen him do too much for him to just die like this. She hefted her rock a little higher, ready to run if he fled. He wouldn't fight, she didn't think. Not like this.

"You're still alive," Ariadne said aloud, raising her voice slightly to be heard.

Tate heard her voice, and that snapped him wide awake realizing that the other tribute was so close. He began to move, scurry even, to his feet to face her. His wobbled and stumbled as if to not have his balance yet, his entire sense of it was thrown off. He saw the blood that soaked into the sand where he had been lying and felt it begin to flow down the back of his head.

His machete was drawn and while he probably looked unable to use it, was going to pretend he could as he faced where the voice had come from, "Show your fucking self!"

That wasn't going to happen. Not until he lost the machete, at least. She moved a bit backwards, sliding out of sight that much more as she watched him, still creeping around in the shadows and trees.

She was growing a bit more confident, a bit more reckless: "Just come find me, if you can," she called out to him instead.

He heard her voice again, but still couldn't see her. He couldn't put a face to the voice despite being in multiple arenas with her before - Tate just hadn't measured her as a threat enough to really concern himself with her.

"Yeah?-" he took a step forward, stumbling from the wound on the back of his head still throwing him off balance and losing blood. He still held his weapon out as if he could strike, not letting her see anymore weakness than was already present.

"Well- I'll...find you! Bitch!" His hand went to his head, returning in front of him cover in blood and he knew he couldn't chase after her. No, he would need to fix this wound first. "So go fuckin' run and hide- I'll still find you!" He may not be able to move, but he would still throw those threats out there.

"I doubt that," she replied, almost morbidly amused. She'd wounded him enough that he'd be slow moving at this point; that in and of itself brought a curve to her mouth, a sort of bizarre smile that she hadn't thought herself capable of.

He was stumbling, wielding his weapon like she might just run into it of her own volition. It was a sort of laughable moment, and Ariadne was pleased to see him in this situation. He deserved it, after all that he'd done in the last pair of Arenas.

Maybe now he'd start seeing her as a threat.

He didn't stand a chance if she tried to come at him now, despite him trying to puff up his chest and appear dangerous. He did however come to his senses and realize what he had to do: retreat. And with that he faced toward where her voice and come from as his feet began to walk backward. "Fuck you!" he spat sensing her amusement. She had won this round, this battle, but he'd find her. He was determined of that.

Ariadne would wait for that. She'd gotten away, without so much as a scratch, from a confrontation with Tate. That was enough for her for now. She'd let him stumble away, take his time and figure out some way to heal that head wound. Or not. Maybe he'd bleed out on the way, and the next time she'd see his face would be high in the sky above them.

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