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WHO| Tate, Lottie, any onlookers
WHAT| Death
WHEN| Day after killing Emily
WHERE| 8-E
WARNING/NOTES| Yay murder!

Tate had made his way upwards figuring he would possibly be able to spot and hunt down other tributes if he were higher up. He now carried a collection of knives and shanks on him from his last two kills and was hoping that they had counted towards something. Maybe he'd get one of those sponsors to send him a gun or something and he could end this real quick and easy.

He was walking along a ledge that was inclining when he noticed he was nearby another small stream that went off into a waterfall. It was ice cold water from the snow above, but that didn't much matter to him seeing he couldn't feel anything or really need to eat either. None the less, Tate decided to sit down and take a rest and enjoy the view - he may be a ghost, but he wasn't a machine. Streams could mean other tributes who did need to drink and stay hydrated to stay alive.

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Lottie had been doing her best to stay away from people. She hadn't been paying much attention to the canons, but...she knew there couldn't be many people left.

How many did they start with? She knew she should have kept better tracks.

She missed the people she had connected with, but they were dead. And she couldn't think about it too much or she'd fall apart. One foot in front of the other now, no dissolving. Keep it together. Tia would.

After hunting everywhere for food (raw, disgusting food, she might be willing to kill someone just for a bowl of gumbo right now) she went to crouch down by the little stream, slurping up water and splashing her face.

When Tate spotted the blond near the stream his hand tightened around the knife he had taken from Emily. Finally, he thought. It had seemed like forever since he had seen another tribute. As if becoming the hunter, he crouched down as he walked slow and softly making his way around as to creep up on her from behind.

This girl was so unassuming it almost seemed too easy that he paused to consider whether he would aim for the jugular or just slice it open in the front.

Maybe something in Lottie was not quite as bad at this as she though. She felt something, like a cold drip of water sliding down her spine, and sat back, listening.

The arena wasn't empty, but she couldn't hear anything, either. Either way, she wanted to get somewhere safer. She had her water, sitting out in the open just seemed like a bad idea. Pushing up, she turned away from the water.

Tate watched her with his eyes as he crept up on her from behind, shank at the ready, when suddenly she got up and turned around. He couldn't be three feet away from her and suddenly he met her wide eyes. Well this changed the plan. He only spent a second realizing that she was still a threat (or at least could be) and he had to make his move now. So with one large step he lunged forward towards her ready to strike.

She let out a shriek as she saw the form moving towards her, throwing her arms out in defense. There was only the slightest impression of a young man, before she was moving on instinct she didn't know she had, trying to flee, heart pounding in her ears.

The girl ran towards and past him as she attempted to flee, which threw Tate off guard seeing that most people turned and ran away, but instead this girl ran towards him. He nearly stumbled backwards and had to catch himself before losing balance and turning to chase after her, "Bitch!"

The insane urge to turn on him for calling her such a foul name flashed up in her mind, and she quickly squashed it down, running, stumbling...and realizing there was not place to run.

She spun, eyes wide, terrified. There was no place to go, and she didn't think she could talk her way out of this. It didn't stop her.

"S-stop this. We don't....we don't have to do this..."

Wa-Was she trying to talk to him? Why did she stop running? Tate stared at her for a moment in disbelief. "Stop?" He paused as he began to walk towards her, as if approaching a spooked animal, step by step. "What happens if we stop? We all just get along and pretend this never happened?"

"I don't know." She said, not having thought much past...well, much past making him stop. Which she had done, at least momentarily.

There was nothing but empty space behind her. And next to her. She didn't think she could get up the rock wall at all, but especially not before he could get her.

So he was the only way out. And she didn't think she was going to get far with that.

Idiot. He nearly rolled his eyes before going at her once again, as if chasing her, now with the knife ready to make a kill. He had to have looked crazed driving towards her, one arm out as if to catch her if she were to try to run past him again. Tate was determined to just somehow hurt her in anyway to at least get her down so he could finish her off. He hadn't expected her to be so spooked initially. So much for the quick clean kill.

Going back wasn't an option. Or side ways. Or forward. Or up. So that only really left one option.

Lottie ducked down, throwing up her arms over her head to protect herself from his weapon.

If they hadn't been near that stream and on some slick rocky surface, Tate would have never slipped when he went to stab her. It was pure luck on Lottie's part that Tate would thrust forward, slip as if the ground left him and slide down the rocky ground. He was close to the waterfall when he was able to stop himself. Too close to the edge for his liking.

He turned back and looked to the frazzled Lottie, glared as she seemed to almost curl into a ball, "Seriously - how did you even last this long?"

"I don't know!" She wailed, shaking and starting to back away from him. She didn't want to turn and run, but she also didn't want to be near him. At all. So she started feeling her way backwards.

He had to just get this over with and kill her so back on his feet he nearly growls as he charges. Her crying and wailing was annoying him, which gave him a new burst of energy. They still were too close to the edge of the cliff, but at this moment he hardly noticed that or the water making the surface under his feet slippery.

First Lottie tried to back up more. Than she felt herself almost stumble. And he kept coming. He was going to kill her, he was stronger, and she was nothing compared to him.

So she did the only things she could think of, throwing out her arms, her leg, anything to keep him back, leave a mark. Throwing what little weight she had into the blows.

Her flailing technique worked in her favor when a leg kicked just right as a balled up fist distracted him. Tate fell once again, probably more due to force in his charge than anything, but this time with some momentum. His knife was dropped when his hands spread open finding himself suddenly on a slippery incline at the edge of this rock.

Tate was too busy being in shock to recalculate his steps and figure out how he had screwed up. He felt the edge of the rock hit his feet and then legs before anything else. Frantically he tried to get a grip on something and just managed to hold onto a crack with 3 fingers that finally stopped him. It was then that he saw how far down the fall was.

Her first reaction was, insanely, to grab him. Pull him back.

But instead she backed away, pressing herself against the rock wall and watching him. Not moving.

Her finger dug into the rock. This went against everything in her. But he wouldn't help her...he was trying to kill her. This was not the time to be a good person.

His eyes shot up towards her, trying to meet her eyes as he desperately tried to hold on. The gray rock was slipping beneath his grip and he could barely call out, "H-Hey!" In his effort to hang on battled his thoughts to gain help. "Help me-"

However his words reached out too late and even if she had been at the edge there was no way she could have pulled him up. It was a blink and Tate was falling and it was over.

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It's ok Lottie, you just don't know what a dick he is yet.

d'awwww aaaannnnd end!