04-06-2018, 09:32 PM
JACOB W. corleone
✯ — he'll be the best of us
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Jacob was used to being alert of his surroundings but maybe he'd let his guard down since staying here. His Babbo would be disappointed but the thought nearly brought him joy. Perhaps he'd been right. Maybe the fresh air was good for him. He was finally relaxing. Even with all the maps in front of him, even while using his old skills, he felt more at ease now than he had in months. Of course, that wasn't saying much. He still wasn't sleeping and he could still constantly smell smoke and sometimes he swore he saw flames just out of his line of vision but he as doing better. He wasn't sleep walking, as far as he was aware, and when he did fall asleep he noticed he'd been sleeping for longer periods of time before he was inevitably woken by his night terrors.
There was a whisper behind him. A creak of a branch. Panic seized him and his lungs filled with air, his body tensing as he turned to look towards Killua, looking as though he was prepared to spring away at any moment. He let out a sigh, smiling to see the man in the tree. He wasn't sure what Killua thought of him, whether they were friends or if he was simply tolerated by the other boy, but he was glad to see Killua rather than one of the many attackers that'd be sent for him in time. He was sure they'd find him. This was just a reminder. He didn't have the right to relax, not with the names he carried in his blood. "'S the patterns ah' the prey. They don' come out often 'cause ah' the cold n' we need ta' keep a steady supply ah' prey. I was thinkin' if I set up traps in their usual paths, which I found by watchin' 'em for the last few weeks, we'll be able ta' keep things pretty steady so long as we rotate them every once in awhile so they don' get smart n' try ta' avoid them." Every good conman knew you couldn't use the same trick more than once on the same person. If you got away with that, you certainly couldn't do it three times. They'd catch on eventually. It was safer to change targets so no one learned who you were or your patterns. Even acting randomly, patterns were inevitable and they made it easier to get caught.
There was a whisper behind him. A creak of a branch. Panic seized him and his lungs filled with air, his body tensing as he turned to look towards Killua, looking as though he was prepared to spring away at any moment. He let out a sigh, smiling to see the man in the tree. He wasn't sure what Killua thought of him, whether they were friends or if he was simply tolerated by the other boy, but he was glad to see Killua rather than one of the many attackers that'd be sent for him in time. He was sure they'd find him. This was just a reminder. He didn't have the right to relax, not with the names he carried in his blood. "'S the patterns ah' the prey. They don' come out often 'cause ah' the cold n' we need ta' keep a steady supply ah' prey. I was thinkin' if I set up traps in their usual paths, which I found by watchin' 'em for the last few weeks, we'll be able ta' keep things pretty steady so long as we rotate them every once in awhile so they don' get smart n' try ta' avoid them." Every good conman knew you couldn't use the same trick more than once on the same person. If you got away with that, you certainly couldn't do it three times. They'd catch on eventually. It was safer to change targets so no one learned who you were or your patterns. Even acting randomly, patterns were inevitable and they made it easier to get caught.
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