OPEN to witnesses and interactions...and death

[theworsekind]

WHO| Tate, Emily & whomever may want to witness death and such.
WHAT| Killing and the like
WHEN| Day 4 in the arena
WHERE| 9-G
WARNING/NOTES| Things could get stabby.

Tate made his way through the fairly wooded area that seemed to be inclining. He had just made his first kill, the girl who was supposedly from his district - whatever that was really suppose to mean. It meant nothing to him. He wasn't from these districts. Either way, he was confident that killing people probably racked up some sort of points in this "game" despite having no clue if the deaths really counted for much other than ultimately winning.

It seemed like everyone had their own agenda or was off hiding in this damn forest. He could have just sat this out and waited for everyone to just die off, but that was just boring. Unaffected by the water and decreasing temperature, Tate kept moving. The sooner he killed everyone the sooner he could get the hell out of here. Having been stuck in that murder house in Los Angeles since he was killed in his bedroom by a SWAT team over a decade ago, must have left a serious impression on him. He was actually homesick. However he couldn't let that distract him. He wasn't going to risk actually dying. Not in here.

Shank in hand, he moved as a casual pace, while still careful to keep his wits about him and not step on any fallen branches that might reveal his position.

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[theworsekind]

Tate glared back at her now. What was she smiling about? She was dying. He had died once, but he had also forgotten much about it and all he knew was that it had been quick.

He stood up and decided to kick her once more, this time in the face. To get that smile off of her lips. She was really pissing him off and he was just one move away from stabbing her again.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

This seemed to be taking a lot longer than it had the first time she'd died. Even if it had only been for a very brief moment.

She didn't really notice the pain as his foot connected with her face and she was unsure if it was because it was small in comparison with the rest of her wounds or if her oxygen deprived brain was releasing an excess of endorphins in her last moment. Probably the latter, she decided, it sounded like something Reid would say.

She laughed a little. Laughed. Or as close as she could manage with one lung.

[theworsekind]

Laughing? Oh that was too far now. She was just trying to make a mockery of him, even if she was the one dying. Digging into his coat pocket, Tate bulled out the wire-like string that had been strung on the bow he had destroyed. Wrapping it around his finger tightly, he moved in planning to get behind her and pull it into her throat now. It was time to end this.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

She was becoming extremely aware of how much energy blinking required. Like a ridiculous amount of energy.

She couldn't be bothered to care what the kid was doing - she didn't really have the sensory capacity to determine if he was even sticking around any more.

She used every last bit of consciousness she still retained to whisper "Gabby..."

[theworsekind]

Tate had gone in from behind and taken the wire-like string to her throat and held her head then in his lap while he watched her as if she were just falling asleep. Not an emotion of anger or sorrow or remorse on his face, until she whispered a name he didn’t know, then there was confusion. Someone from her world or something. Whatever, it didn’t matter. All he noticed was how her last movements of her lips got some blood on his pant leg. That caused him to finally release her lifeless body and wait to hear the cannon.