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WHO| Lottie and Tate. Also, anyone else who wants to be there (Momoko, Ariadne, Kevin, etc)
WHAT| Lottie eats it.
WHEN| Backdated to her deathrool.
WHERE| The amusement park
WARNING/NOTES| Death. Also, teammates (Max, Tony), since I sorta dropped the ball, I think it's easiest to say after shit went down with Tate and Don, she got separated from them.

Of all the emotions this place made her feel, guilt was the one she expected the least. And was the worst at dealing with.

She felt guilty for ditching her teammates. And guilty for not remedying it. And guilty for letting Tate die. Although she was feeling far less guilty for that of late.

The big, ruined carnival was hauntingly beautiful, in this strange place, and she was hoping she might run into Tony or Max here. There were plenty of places to hide here, and it seemed as good as any to be.

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Tate and Kevin had been tracking tributes as they had fled from the Cornucopia, usually trying to find the proper moment to strike. Since she had escaped earlier, Tate was targeting Lottie like he owed it to her to off her in this place. It was pure luck to him that he was able to catch her separated from these supposed "allies" she claimed to have. Of course he had warned Kevin to keep an eye out for anyone who might show up as well because these allies could be looking for her as well.

When she slowed down in the amusement park, Tate smirked finding it rather ideal. Plenty of hiding spots and opportunities to catch her at the right moment.

Her thoughts were dark. And dark thoughts weren't really something Lottie was use to. Even though she knew it wasn't the best idea to be here alone, she was just....glad to be away people. Try to sort her thoughts out.

When he nodded to Kevin to let him go in on his own, he grew excited. This was personal and he was about to make it hurt for her just as his ego had hurt when she had killed him off in the last arena. However Tate was also going to do what he seemed to enjoy doing in the arena, tormenting her until he was able to strike,

Strolling up behind her, careful not to make a sound until he was ready, Tate spoke when he was only a few feet behind her, "There aren't any waterfalls to fall off of this time."

She spun around, reaching for the club tied around her waist. Tate. Of course it was Tate.

"Are you still on about that." She said softly, the huff drained out of her voice. "You know, for all your words last time, you seem to take this all awfully personally."

Tate smirked slightly at her comments, "Nah, I just don't like you." It was that simple really. "Your stupid accent and I don't know- you're fat. LA would hate you so I hope you never want to be an actress or something. You'd suck at it." Now he was just being mean as he walked towards her.

"Well at least you aren't trying to fake it anymore." She said, backing up in pace to his moving forward.

She would really prefer not to die by Tate's hands. Just because she had never meet anyone she disliked quite as much as him.

But really, getting back to the capitol? Not so bad.

Still, his last comment struck a nerve. And she didn't have any desire to be an actress at all.

"You wouldn't know talent if it kicked you in the street."

He smirked once again. "You're not worth the effort to fake it." He sneered at her. He really did not like her by now.

"Yeah okay." He waved her comments off as he continued to walk towards her, again letting his shank be seen. "But I can spot talent when it comes to killing. My allies back there passed the test you already failed." He nodded back behind him, in now specific direction, not revealing Kevin's location, but allowing her to know someone else was watching.

"Oh, no, woe is me, I'm not a killing queen." She put her hand to her forehead, over dramatic, and fanning her face as if she was trying to not tear up. The dramatic dropped away as she scowled at him.

"You break my heart."

She was running out of room to back up, and she knew fighting Tate was pointless. Because he was right. He was a natural at this.

But if she died? How bad was that really?

"Then you don't belong in here anyway." he growled, her little act just ticking him off.

Seeing her quickly approaching a dead end of thorned bushes and broken walls he quickened his pace, wanting more now to get this over with than ever. His shank was now raised, he was going to cut her. He was determined to now - cut her and mess up that pretty little face. If she was going to mock him, then she would pay for it and then in the Capitol he'd hear what she had to say about it.

"Oh, like I really want to be here." She sneered.

She might not be strong, but she certainly had a big enough mouth. And if nothing else, she was going to use that. Feeling the bushes at her back, she lifted her head up and gave Tate a big grin.

“Good.” He glared at all her talking. “Then you won’t mind me slitting your fucking throat,” With that he lunged towards her, shank headed straight for her throat, ready to hold it there until he got the response he wanted.

Ok, so, no matter how much she might not want to give him the dignity of reacting, when he actually comes at her, she gives out a shriek. Throwing her arms up in self defense she stumbled the few feet back she still had.

Good job there Lottie. Good with the dignity.

All that big talk fell away when she screamed like that and when she fell back, Tate followed her, his arm swiping out in front of him in hopes to at least slice her. He kept moving forward, if he didn't cut her moving then he was going to get her knocked down and on the ground so he could.

The shank caught her, and the pain was sudden and intense. It burned up her nerves, and she squealed again in pain, moving to press her hand to the slash cut through her shirt.

Her fingers sunk into hot, thick liquid and...other things. Things she didn't want to think about. Falling to her knees, she looked down at her stomach, and the blood spread out over her shirt.

Turning it pink. If it didn't hurt so much she would laugh.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled at her. He hated her screaming. The sound of her initial squeal caused him to only stab her again, this time harder into her chest. Twice before sitting back and watching the blood begin to spurt out where he had punctured rather close to her heart.

"Fuckin' cunt!" He spat before getting up and backing away from her. He had had his revenge. An eye for an eye, but they both would see again oddly enough.

"I'll kill you again." He mumbled under his breath now, still angry that this one had gotten then best of him before. That anger would linger as he stood now just watching her expire.

There wasn't much to do to defend herself anymore. There were dark stars at the edge of her vision, and everything felt like it was draining out of her.

Then again, at the rate she seemed to be bleeding, maybe it was.

"You...have fun with that." She managed to get out. Not quite as rebellious as she had hoped, but she was impressed she got anything out at all. Because she wasn't not going to be getting anything out again.

Death was much less pleasant this time.

Sometimes Momoko wondered if she was in some strange, postmodern horror movie. The dilapidated carnival grounds certainly fit the setting if so, and it would explain the strange camera concept. She'd always assumed she'd do rather well in a horror movie, being much more intelligent and pragmatic than the usual movie character.

Her performance so far seemed to imply otherwise. Wandering away even this short distance from the main group, though she was careful to keep them in sight, was probably particularly stupid considering fairly recent events, but she was frustrated with trying to communicate and frankly needed some alone time. Of course, she wasn't entirely struck stupid just yet, so she'd grabbed Ariadne's hand (cameras always remember the cameras) and pulled her along. Eliot would have been better for protection but he also would have wanted to talk most likely. Ariadne was good for mutual silence.

She let herself get tugged on after Momoko, brows tugged into a brief, concerned furrow. Honestly, Ariadne couldn't really deny the need for some alone time and companionable silence; Eliot was a fine teammate, more than capable enough to be able to cover them if it was necessary. But she was starting to feel like getting into the thick of things - or at least finding out what was happening elsewhere in the Arena - wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

As far as protection went, she'd made sure to grab at least something before they left Eliot's line of sight. It wasn't much, but at least the rock would provide a better weapon than her own boot. Not that there was anything wrong with that; it had done her well enough so far.

She kept her eyes on the periphery as they walked, staying close to Momoko to make sure that at least one of them saw any potential threats coming a mile away. Or thereabouts, at least.

Momoko stopped at the rusted, rotting carousel, figuring it could give them some sort of cover if anything happened. Sometimes it felt as though they the majority of their time here either hiding or finding someplace to hide, which irked Momoko's proactive nature. It was preferable to the alternatives, admittedly.

She was all set to relax, slipping her hand out of Ariadne's and gingerly hopping onto the carousel, when she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye and she suddenly moved much quicker, darting behind a large wooden horse without it's head. Rats, dogs, or something far worse?

Hiding seemed to be the better option, as far as Ariadne was concerned; it was easier than mustering the energy to kill people in this sort of heat. She glanced back to Momoko when the other girl let go of her, making sure to check their six again before following her movements.

"What was that?" She asked softly, eyes following Momoko's gaze. The last thing she wanted was to be spotted by some rogue Tribute who wanted nothing more than to take someone out.

Momoko spared a second to shoot a glare at Ariadne--either yes or no questions or learn to read Kanji, those were the options--and of course said nothing. She moved quietly to the side so she could peer around the horse's neck and squinted, the heat as always making it difficult to see clearly as it baked the concrete all around.

Her eyes widened when she finally recognized the two blond figures. Lottie and, of course, Tate.

She was really beginning to hate that boy.

The question was mostly for her own benefit anyway; she pointedly ignored the glare, eyes still focusing on the figures. She stepped up onto the carousel's platform, moving silently to get a little bit closer without alerting either of them to their presence.

Tate. Sure enough, anything bad seemed to revolve around him. She hadn't seen much that he'd done first hand, but what she had been privy to suggested that he wasn't someone she wanted to tangle with. If she'd had a weapon on her, she'd be almost tempted to head out there and take him out while she could.

Instead, Ariadne gestured for Momoko to come closer to her - the last thing she wanted was for something to happen to either of them - and continued to watch. How had Lottie managed to get herself into that?

Momoko glanced behind her to make sure Ariadne was taking cover as well and followed her gesture, inching towards her. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Tate again just then, not when she could still feel his hands on her throat every time she breathed too deeply.

When she felt slightly more secure she moved to her tiptoes, peering over the top of the horse instead of around. It was too far away to see the details but Momoko could see that they weren't doing much, simply talking. And they weren't happy...were they arguing? Was Lottie that stupid?

Perhaps so, and it didn't end well for her. Momoko was stepping into the open before Lottie shrieked, her mouth open in a silent warning, but even if she'd been able to make any noise she would have been too late. Lottie falls to her feet while Momoko's still frozen, too shocked to even realize she's left her cover.

She clamped down on her own scream as she watched Lottie go down, Tate bearing down on her like he had something to prove. Like he was just as unhinged as he previously seemed. How absolutely unsurprising.

Ariadne was, for once, truly flustered; even more so than when she had killed Wyatt that very first moment at the Cornucopia. Watching Lottie die like this was a firm reminder that this place truly was Hell. But it only took her another moment to come back to reality, though her hands shook as she reached out to Momoko, trying to pull the other girl back behind the horse before Tate decided to come finish the job on her.

Momoko felt Ariadne's hands pulling her back and went along with them only because she didn't know what else to do, her eyes still stuck on the sight of Lottie and Tate. Tate, who it seemed wasn't satisfied at just one strike. Momoko finally turned before she could see if he went in a third time, telling herself that there was no strategic value to watching rather than admitting that she just didn't want to see it anymore.

The horse made poor cover, even worse when Momoko gave in to the urge to sink to her knees, but Tate seemed engrossed in his 'work' and Momoko couldn't even think of other possible threats at that moment. I hate him, she thought and wished she could say it, scream it. I hate him. she wrote in the thick dust that covered everything, in kanji and then again, then again but in roman letters.

Then in the French she'd been regretting choosing over English classes back in school. English would have been much handier these last few days.

It wasn't as satisfying as screaming, or even what she really wanted to say (she hated the gamemakers far more than she hated Tate, she hated every damn person in the Capitol more than she hated Tate, but that wouldn't do to admit even if it was assumed. Mustn't forget the cameras) but it was something.

It may have been poor cover, but it was better than nothing. And all they needed to do was keep quiet enough that they didn't draw Tate's attention. Even though she was fairly certain that if he was really looking for someone else to fall victim to his brutal anger management issues, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Her eyes were locked on Tate all the same when Momoko dropped to the ground; she couldn't blame her, not after the train wreck before them. It was horrifying, and even more horrifying was the fact that Tate would be in the Arena time and again along with them until someone won. And if he won, it would probably be even worse for them all.

When she finally glanced over to Momoko, she realised that the other girl had been trying to communicate with her, in a way. Perhaps not. Perhaps it was just her way of trying to get everything out while she didn't have a voice to do so with. Ariadne reached out, giving Momoko's shoulder a firm squeeze when she read the French that was so familiar to her, so much like home at this point; her voice broke a little as she murmured a quiet apology that Momoko had to see that, tentatively drawing the other girl towards her in a rare hug.

Momoko was never very fond of human contact but this she let it happen, even allowing herself to relax into Ariadne just slightly. She shook, barely perceptible, not in grief because Lottie was quite literally in a better place--or would be as soon as her body was collected and resurrected. Instead it was anger, a deep, helpless rage that was festering inside, that made her bury her face in Ariadne's shoulder, trying to ground herself.

Ariadne didn't pass judgement one way or another; she just knelt there, letting gravel dig into her knees as she stared over at Tate, waiting for him to leave. In the meantime, she just hugged Momoko, not worrying quite as much if it was soothing, or if it helped - if it weren't in at least some way to the other girl, then she figured that she would have been shoved away the moment it happened. She exhaled softly, shivering a little herself with a thread of hidden rage and mild horror at what she had seen.

For once Momoko wasn't worrying about the cameras or being quite literally stabbed in the back while she was looking away. She just desperately didn't want to move, didn't want to remember that she was huddled on the dirty floor of a broken-down carousel hiding from psychopathic murderer after watching a f...fellow enjoyer of tea parties die horribly. Eventually however she lifted her head, staring blankly at the ground in front of her, wiped away her voiceless rantings with a swipe of her hand.

For the longest time, it felt as though Ariadne wasn't even breathing; she was keeping it shallow, like that would help them go unnoticed. She wasn't even sure Tate was there any more, but that didn't matter. From the corner of her eye, she reached over, helping to brush away the writing in the dust, fingertips light against it. Finally, she started to draw away from Momoko, one hand remaining on the girl's shoulder tentatively.

"We should go."

Momoko rose, agreeing with Ariadne, but not bothering to try and communicate her agreement in some manner. She shrugged off Ariadne's hands then gave in to an impulse and slipped her own hand into Ariadne's. If nothing else, it was good for the cameras, she told herself, letting Ariadne take the lead.

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sorry so slow !

<3

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spectator thread don't mind us~

la la la you see nothing~

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wanna wrap this up or keep going?

we can probably wrap it up, i think \o

aaaand scene!