Splash splash!
Jordan narrowed her eyes, peering over the edge of the picnic table she was crouched behind.
Her method of staying hidden was working pretty well, it usually did when it came to these weird McKinley death games.
In fact, Jordan had taken the win last time using said method. But the assassin wasn’t fucking around these time. It had been a metaphorical blood bath.
A Water bath!
....which was a regular bath.
Shaking her thoughts away at the sound of some footsteps to her left, Jordan pulled the hair tie out of her hair, snapping it in half with her teeth. She then wrapped it around her index and middle finger, setting a smaller water balloon into the curve of the make-shift slingshot.
As she slowly pulled herself up to try and take a shot, the unmistakable sound of a twig snapping was heard behind her.
Jordan froze, eyes wide.
“So, we meet again, old friend,” she said, lowering the slingshot and dropping it to the ground.
She put her hands up next to her head, closing her eyes and giving a singular nod. “Take the shot.”
Suddenly, her back was soaked with water and her past win washed away.
“Well that totally sucked...”
