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WHO| Momoko Ryugasaki and OPEN
WHAT| Momoko's gonna off herself, who wants to watch/try and stop her/kill her first?
WHEN| Midway through fourth week.
WHERE| By the ruins, at the cliff's edge.
WARNING/NOTES| Death, suicidal intentions (most likely eventually carried it out), sickness.

Momoko was very tired, in every sense of the word. She'd avoided other people, not willing to risk anyone coming close enough to recognize them as allies or enemies, and so had spent most of this Arena alone and miserable, surviving mostly on what had stuck in survival training and Sponsor gifts. And wasn't that interesting, considering how many lectures she'd received on how her isolated nature during this past time in the Capitol meant she'd get no help from Sponsors at all. Just showed how little anything they did really mattered, she supposed.

There was one thing Momoko could do that would matter, if only for a short time. She could deprive them of their show, and as she'd watched the collapse of the ruins from the forest, she'd remembered what it felt like to die, like that, and suddenly realized it wasn't nearly as bad as she felt right then, sickly and dizzy and tired all the time.

So what the hell. She was never going to win. Best to end it now, quick and relatively painless -- she'd heard that if the fall was high enough you blacked out before the end, and Momoko thought that sounded like an alright death. So she'd clambered through the ruins, found an opening that led to a cliff edge that seemed high enough. All she needed now was the nerve to jump.

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Perhaps Momoko could be given some incentive to jump. There is the sound of bushes, snapping branches, and rustling leaves. Going very, very fast. Coming closer and closer to her.

Donatello had caught her scent, and was coming. He didn't know why it was so important to chase this scent. He'd forgotten. Maybe it was food. That twiggy white-furred human thing hadn't been particularly filling, after all.

Momoko is so distracted that she first brushes away the noises as the wind, the wildlife, which is stupid for an Arena veteran. When she realizes it's something coming towards her, she spins, expecting, at worst, a fellow Tribute out to save her from the trouble of jumping.

Instead what sprang out of the rubble into the open was nothing less than a monster and Momoko shrieked, stepping backwards before remembering where she was. The ground disappeared out from under her and she reached out automatically, grabbing onto the cliff edge so that her upper body was still above, her legs dangling above the ocean.

The creature roared in response to the scream piercing his ears. That hurt. But still he came closer, dropping to his hind legs with a grunt. Slowly, then, Donatello came towards Momoko, this shiny talons ready to dig onto those slender white arms.

Momoko panted, her eyes suddenly watery with tears, blurring the monster slowly coming closer. She'd seen the horrible mutations in the forest, of course, but none of them had been like this, and as she watched it come closer she took a deep breath and made her choice. And fell.

Donatello barely managed to stop going over the cliff, his claws making marks deep into the cliff rocks. He'd been thwarted, and he let out an angry roar of displeasure at the falling girl to let her know this. Not that he even realized whether or not it mattered. Nor did he comprehend precisely what he had done.