After unsuccessfully staking out my hapless target six times in the last 2 days, the elusive austin Jean finally lies dead. In accomplishing this great feat I risked life and limb in the most literal sense of the word. My fruitful endeavors cost me the literal exposure of my bicep muscle and I have 23 stitches to show for it. After spying on my target throughout dinner (which was a nice roast beef and potato affair), I realized that he was about to make a break for it. I made like lightning and bolted out of my seat and darted after his running person. I pursued him accross the lush grass that separates the safety of his dorm and the neutral territory that is the caf, nearing him with every stride. Finally i was in range. I gave my weapon a mighty squeeze, beaming an arch of water at his back. Again I fired. I realzied he was nearing safety, as he approached the TWUSA office. I don’t know what happened next. I slipped on the confounded mud, but staying upright, I shot my target and promptly smashed right through the glass window with my outstretched right arm. The glass sliced my upper arm, exposing my muscle to the open air, heavy with mustard gas (alright, the mustard gas is a lie). I stared at my wound, in utter shock, but, arranging my priorities, I confirmed that I had killed my target. The response was affirmative. I realized it was now appropriate to collapse on the ground. I collapsed on the ground. I hyperventilated. I was rushed to the hospital and 23 stitches later I’m fully repaired and back in the game. Watch out, Ketchum’s about.

now this is a story! it all started in the caf at lunch today. i was eating my lunch when my victim walked by. i followed him out but didn’t realize that he would sprint back to the dorm as he stepped outdoors. by the time i was outside i couldn’t even see him. i realized i was going to have to try something different. from a tip i received, i waited for him to come to class. this led to no avail… until… dun dun dun! a little birdie told me that he was in the gym playing soccer. naturally, i grabbed some accomplices and walkie talkies, and staked out the land. we waited for about 30 min. until he finally came out. but instead of walking to his dorm, he got a ride to the lower caf. i walkie talkied paul foth and we sprinted over there. i ran into douglas lounge, and he went into the lower caf. With walkie talkie technology, I found out that I had been discovered, and that my victim was taking the upper douglas lounge route. I gracefully and swiftly scaled the stairs into the upper douglas lounge and entered the 4&5 upper hallway. I waited there patiently until I heard the message that my victim was coming! My heart pounding and my breathing short, I waited in aticipation of the blood I would shed. Ian’s bodyguard opened the door to where I was standing and he saw me! I knew it was over. Until I realized that 2&3 upperers were forcing him into the lounge! He was forced right into my awaiting water bottle. The blood flowed. Amen to teamwork and patience! A mighty warrior has fallen today…

haha! waited in the caf while he ate dinner, then soaked his face outside where i was waiting!

oh it was sweet! i actidentally found him in a class and waited for half an hour outside his class. i ran at him outside and soaked him!!