theworsekind: (Lying down)
theworsekind ([personal profile] theworsekind) wrote in [community profile] thearena2012-04-30 05:27 pm

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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.
needsaprince: (What the fuck.)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-02 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
needsaprince: (Uhhh...opps)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-06 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
needsaprince: (PLEASE OH GAWD D:)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-10 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
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.
needsaprince: (PLEASE OH GAWD D:)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
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..."
needsaprince: (Uhhh...opps)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
needsaprince: (PLEASE OH GAWD D:)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-16 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.
needsaprince: (PLEASE OH GAWD D:)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-17 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
needsaprince: (PREPARE YOUR WEAPONS)

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-18 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
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.
needsaprince: (This isn't how this story goes.)

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

[personal profile] needsaprince 2012-05-19 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
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.