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WHO| Any tribute in the arena can jump in.
WHAT| Some structural issues.
WHEN| Midday
WHERE| The center of the arena.
WARNING/NOTES| None, atm, besides death.

The acid rain had come and gone, in much short waves than before. The heat simmered, the only relief to be found in the building, strangely cooler than they should be in an abandoned city. Cool air wafted up from under the ground, seeping into the buildings. With the added safety of the various hiding places the buildings offered, and the shelter from the rain, they were a tempting place to hide.

But not a safe one.

The racking, groaning sounds started around noon, when the sun was highest, hottest, and the acid rain clouds loomed near enough to intimidate everyone inside. They were easy to ignore...old, abandoned buildings settling, section falling some where far off.

Then, the cloud came in, dumping their acid into the streets.

And with a huge, consuming groan everything began to shift. Sinking. For a moment it seed to all be sinking neatly, in one piece. But that only held for a moment before the building began to buckle, metal screeching as it crumpled down into the gaping maw of the sink hole that had just opened under several city blocks.

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Eliot throws himself toward the door as the ground tilts, eyes widening. Visions flash through his mind of them trapped to starve or suffocate, of himself unable to move for the weight of the rubble. No, he'd told the truth when he told Parker that he'd cured his claustrophobia. But the thought of being helpless, unable to move, to fight back if someone attacked him? That sends jolts of terror through him. But he can't leave Ariadne and Momoko. "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Momoko watches the buildings fall, frozen, eyes wide. If that's spreading outwards, towards them, she's not sure how they could possibly outrun it, or how they would know they were safe. And there's a small, treacherous part of her that can't help but think how nice it'd be to be done with this set of Games, to be back in the stifling but much more comfortable Capitol. Can't help but think how even suffocating under rubble sounds more appealing than acid.

She's so close to winning, so much closer than she ever truly believed she'd manage, but she's also just so tired...

Eliot inches forward and reaches a hand to Momoko. "Grab my hand! I'll pull you out."

He can't just let her die. They're so close to the end of this and she's too young. Since he's stuck in this mess, the least he can do is make sure she comes out.

It feels like a kick.

That's the first thought she has as her stomach seems to flip upside-down, as she feels weightless for a moment, as their particular building finally joins in the apparent mass exodus of giving up the ghost beneath the acid rain.

She wants to grab onto something, but what's the point when the walls are planning on giving out within the next few minutes, seemingly in slow motion? A tiny gasp escapes Ariadne as her eyes fall to the ground, wondering how something can feel so solid beneath her boots, and yet be so unstable; she's all but frozen in place, and likely to her detriment, but at least she knows that any death here will be faster than starving to death.

"Ariadne!" He can see she's just frozen. "You've got to move! The grounds more stable over here."

Momoko can barely hear Eliot over the sound of what seems like the world collapsing. When his words finally register she tears her eyes away from the sight and looks at Eliot with his hand outstretched. She doesn't want to die, she realizes. Even if it means a temporary escape from this hell, even if she'll be up and about within days, even if it's an irrational fear in the face of her new reality, Momoko does not want to die.

She realizes this and moves towards Eliot, reaches out her hand to his. And misses. The last thing she sees before her eyes close for the last time in this specific Arena is the hand she just can't quite reach.

"No!" he screamed as he saw her fall short. Just as he moved to throw himself toward her, a beam fell in his path, effectively forcing him back to the door.

She hadn't really expected to have been saved, if she was asked. But the realisation that Eliot would save Momoko over her, though unsurprising, wasn't a pleasant one. It knotted her stomach, even if she knew she'd get over it; if she said it didn't play a part in her lack of movement after everything, after she watched Momoko go down, she would be lying.

She barely realised when the beams came down around her, her eyes closing to keep the dust out, and a gasp catching in her throat. It barely hurt this time around, nothing more than a dull ache in her entire body.

Eliot caught Ariadne's eyes as the ceiling collapsed on top of her. He didn't even have time to try to move toward her. For a moment, he just stood there, stunned. He'd known this would probably happen unless they left right away. He still had a hard time believing it. The creaking and groaning of the falling architecture stopped about as suddenly as it had started.

Finally, he forced himself to move. It wasn't certain yet. Momoko, at least, had a chance if she survived the fall. He dug and pried at the fallen beams. He found Ariadne's pack first. Amazingly, it was still intact. A piece of rubble had kept the beam from setting the mines off. Finally, he reached his younger ally. The remains of the other pack lay scattered across her chest. He choked on a sob. If it weren't for his idea of salvaging the explosives, she might have lived. The water bottle lay mockingly at her feet. Looking across what was left of they're hideout, Eliot could just make out the outline of Ariadne's hand.