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[ssa_emilyprentiss]

WHO | Emily and OPEN
WHAT | She's unhappy and everybody knows it
WHEN | Post-Cornucopia
WHERE | D5 (Cornucopia island)
WARNINGS | None

She was not going out in that water.  No way, no how.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to swim - she loved to swim, so long as it was in a pool.  But the ocean was just a big puddle of death waiting for her to dip her toes in to swallow her whole.  She would rather starve to death than get eaten by a shark or be grated like cheese upon the coral.

The island they'd been launched on was tiny and had nothing in they way of life-sustaining flora such as she could see the other islands sported, but that was where she was going to stay until she had no other choice.

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[buildingreality]

Ariadne was sticking to this island for the time being, gathering her wits back about her from the Cornucopia. Though it hadn't been quite as violent as those she'd seen in the past, it hadn't exactly been a walk in the park; still, she walked away unscathed, and with some items to her name. That was good enough.

She held her position from afar, watching Emily for a long moment as she hoisted her new bag onto her bag, adjusting the straps. Her plan involves getting to another of the islands, but only after she's exhausted every other possibility, and that means watching the other available Tributes, even if it means lurking in the bushes.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

The island offered little in the way of sheltering options, no trees or driftwood really. But the Cornucopia was sturdy and would offer some warmth and protection from the elements.

Besides, she had a blanket. For now at least, she decided to hide herself inside the metal horn and wait for a sponsor to send her a boat or she would die here. Those were the only options she accepted.

[buildingreality]

She glanced around - no one else nearby, so far as she could tell, and the island was small enough that she would know. So she trusted herself enough to move closer, edging nearer to the Cornucopia itself until she determined that Emily wasn't likely to attack her. Spear still in hand, though lowered to suggest she wasn't a threat, she called out:

"You're not planning on staying here forever, are you?"

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

Her hand instinctively skittered across the ground in search of her weapon before remembering she didn't have one. Dammit, she missed her glock.

"Maybe I am...what's it to you?"

[buildingreality]

"Just asking. I like to keep track of where everyone is, if I can help it," she replied plainly, moving out where Emily could see her a little bit better, glancing over her shoulder now and then to watch her six. Until she met up with someone - Eliot, most likely - she wasn't taking any chances on her own.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"And what's stopping you from taking the plunge? Afraid of the water?"

She was not in a pleasant mood and right now, she didn't care if it got her killed. She'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. And Derek wasn't here to be the voice of reason since she'd been too slow to help him.

[buildingreality]

She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at this other woman. "I was checking to see if anything was left behind, actually. And to make sure there weren't Tributes still hanging around half-dead and begging for mercy."

To punctuate that, she glanced to the body nearest her feet and stabbed downwards hard, impaling it with her spear and guaranteeing death. Her eyes remained on Emily - an unspoken threat, of sorts.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"If you're trying to intimidate me, you'll need to try harder..." she replied matter-of-factly. She almost wanted to laugh...it was hard to see this girl as threatening after all the UNSUBs she'd stared down.

[buildingreality]

"I don't really care if you find me intimidating. I'm here, and I don't have any other options that I can see," she paused, glancing around the immediate area.

"You might have shelter, but I don't think you're going to find any food or water around here."

up for a three-way thread?

[retrieverchef]

Eliot wandered over. He'd been looking for Ariadne and Momoko since he left the bloodbath. They'd probably left the island while he was fighting. But he wasn't leaving until he pulled out a few of those explosives. There wouldn't be any way of adapting them this time but he could still use them to make a trap. He hadn't expected to see anyone lingering around the Cornucopia itself, much less Ariadne and whoever she was talking to.

"You made it."

((OOC: Feel free to have Emily recognize Eliot from FBI records, if you want, as well as the interviews. He has a criminal record, a CIA file (the kind for someone they've hired), and is wanted in several countries.))