Spidere and I, having been planning Journeys in our separate cities for quite some time without eachother's knowledge, make a trade: staff mine and I'll staff your's. The cross-pollination of game plans proved indispensable. Two weeks after Journey-Chicago, I flew out to the Senator's pad, chilled with his constituents, and chased 250 people through the streets of the nation's capital.
Holding down Checkpoint 1
Chasing suit with chasing tie. Tortoise shell chasing glasses. Chuck Taylors: low top black with white laces. Black FOX backpack containing cliff bars, Emergen-C, rain poncho and first aid kit. 36 feet of orange ribbon. Three bike lights. Statue of a horse. While dilly-dallying with this photograph, the first runner ran right by me.
I hid behind Benjamin Franklin for a long time near checkpoint 4. Chased people through the darkness, but I was limping on both feet by then - so no luck. I mean... I let them go 'cause I'm a nice chaser! Yeah. I also talked up a lot of player-chasers while hanging out here, and used my staff-chaser knowledge to tell them exactly where to find fresh meat. I'm an awful person.
This player's name is Jamie. She was the leader of a small contingent of runners crossing the Mall - I found them on the east side of the Washington Monument. While an excellent runner, Jamie had the unfortunate fortune of slipping on that damnable Mall grass. Apologies. She was my only catch all night.
Roll'n up to the final checkpoint via Metro. On the steps of the finish line I finally got to use my first aid kit on some poor sap who tried to use his forearm to climb a sharp fence.
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