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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.
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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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Lottie ducked down, throwing up her arms over her head to protect herself from his weapon.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
It's ok Lottie, you just don't know what a dick he is yet.
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.
d'awwww aaaannnnd end!
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.