Bored Single Rabbits In Your Area

We've spent the last couple days scoping out our target. Tracking his paths throughout the day, marking his haunts, etc. I told Rat that we should just move in on the guy but she keeps telling me that there's no hurry. 

"Something's got him stuck here."

I asked her how she knew this.

"He knows he's being followed."

I took off my mask just so she could see the deadpan expression on my face and while her face was still covered with a mask, I'm pretty sure she rolled her eyes.

"By more than our mutual friend." 

That actually gave me some pause. 

"He saw us?"

Then to my confusion, she shook her head. 

"He hasn't seen us."

I told Rat that she wasn't making any sense. She rarely ever did, she loves speaking in vaguities (I know it isn't a word, get over it), and man is it annoying, but she was making even less sense in that moment.

"I don't know how, but he knows when we get close." I watched as she lifted one of her hands to where her mask cut off to reveal her mouth, chewing on her fingernails in what I knew to be either a sign of nervousness or irritation, maybe both. "He gets twitchy whenever were closer than a couple blocks."

"So he knows that someone-" Aside from the obvious something, "-is following him. Isn't that all the more reason to jump him now before he skips town?"

"Think about it. We've been following him for a week. He's known and hasn't once tried to run."

"Which means...?" 

I'm admittedly a little slow on the draw sometime. 

"Which means that something has him stuck here. We just have to find out what."

Basically, if our target is in no hurry, then why should we be? That's Rat's mindset, anyways.

It sucks, but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. She's always cautious like this.

So since we're apparently taking our time with this one, I've had an excess of free time while Rat does her "research", which usually just consists of her disappearing for most of the day and then reappearing at the end of the night with no indication of whether it went well or not. She's never invited me to come along and I've never asked to.

So while she's been off doing whatever, I've been stuck in the hotel room with nothing but a tv and my phone. Nothing is ever on the tv, so I've just spent more time reading through more blogs. It's been entertaining enough but I still can't help but get antsy. I thought that taking a walk to the library to type this out might help, which spoiler, it hasn't. 

Hopefully Rat comes back tonight with good news. Either way, I'll update in a few days if anything interesting happens... or probably even if not. 

~Rabbit

New Blog, Who Dis?

You’re probably wondering why you’re surrounded by books that you don’t recognize. You’re wondering how you ended up there at 9 in the morning or why you’re even awake 9 in the morning when you didn’t go to bed until nearly 4. Why are you getting the stink eye from the librarian just because you had to explain that you just bought that coffee and there are no signs stating that you can’t have drinks by the computers. Why do you feel naked without a mask on? Why are you making a blog? What life decisions lead you up to this point?

If you are wondering about all these things, then chances are that you aren’t you. You’re me. 

Which honestly isn’t something that you want. At least not right now.

My roommate kicked me out of our hotel room this morning. The hotel room that I’m paying for.

She said that she was sick of dealing with me and needed a break.

Give me at least a few hours. 

When I asked her what I was supposed to do for hours in an area that neither of us was familiar with, she said that it was my problem and that I needed to find a hobby. Something to get me out of her hair every so often. I told her I had a hobby.

She said that sharpening knives is not a hobby. 

I wandered for a while and eventually my feet carried me to the library I find myself in now. Sitting at one of the public computers when none of the books captured my interest. 

Old habits came back with a vengeance and I ended up here. Browsing blogs, both old and new, as I tried to fight my oldest enemy.

Boredom.

Reading soon turned out to not be enough and so now I find myself here, typing. 

I used to write a lot. I was one of those self isolating people who always carried a journal around with them. Writing anything and everything that came to mind. Back then it felt as natural as breathing. It’s been so long since then that I thought it would be difficult. 

But sitting here now, it’s as if I never stopped in the first place.

I never stopped breathing.

But that’s enough about the past. Instead, let’s talk about the past. Just maybe something from the more recent past. Like this week recent. 

The boss gave me a new job, which is what led me and my partner to this town (and eventually to me getting kicked out of my hotel room) in the first place. Last night was our first official night on this assignment and let me tell you it was an absolute bore. 

Here’s a short excerpt from that night to give you an idea of how it went.

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“Is he still in there?” 

I followed the question with a yawn which my partner reciprocated before answering my question.

“I haven’t seen him leave.”

I groaned and sat down beside her. I let my legs dangle off the edge of the apartment building we found ourselves on top of just as hers already did, swinging in a slow rhythm. 

The neon lights of the 7/11 across the street shined brightly, a beacon to any of those who found themselves wandering the street in the dead night. It attracted both those who were seeking safety and those who sought to bring them harm. 

I glanced down at my watch.

1 am.

24/7 convenience stores are the bane of my existence and are not at all convenient for someone in my position. 

Yes, I work late. So yes, it’s nice to be able to grab a snack or a coffee or whatever at any time. But more often than not they end up posing as an inconvenience when some jackass thinks they’re being followed and ducks into one like it’s some kind of safe haven.

Like in the current situation.

And just because this particular jackass actually happened to be right, didn’t make it any less annoying.

“Should call them inconvenience stores.”

I muttered to myself quietly. 

“What?”

Apparently not quietly enough.

“Nothing, ignore me.”  

She followed the suggestion easily enough, needing no convincing to do what she typically did anyways, before turning her attention back to the 7/11.

A few minutes passed in silence before my inevitable need to speak made itself known. 

“He’s been in there for hours.”

I rubbed my hands together and breathed into them, hoping to generate some level of warmth. I would have brought my gloves had I known we would be waiting outside for so long. 

“And complaining about it isn’t going to make him come out any faster.” 

The mask that covered the girl’s face may have hid her expression, but the sharp tone in which she delivered her words made her irritation with my grumbling clear. 

I brought my hands to my face, fidgeting with my own mask.

“What do you think he’s doing in there?”

“...” 

“Rat?” 

“...” 

She had apparently reached her limit with me and was done talking. 

I looked back down at my watch. 

“Huh.”

We had only been on the job for around two hours.

“Earlier than usual.” 

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We ended up calling it for the night about an hour later when it became clear that the dude didn’t plan on leaving 7/11 for the rest of the night. 

I don’t know who he bribed to let him camp out there for the night, but if that person is somehow reading this? 

You probably make minimum wage and I forgive you. This time.

Either way, Rat figures that keeping our distance and leaving our guy be for a day or two won’t do much harm and I’m inclined to agree. He doesn’t have a car, so he can’t make it too far without us noticing, plus the boss didn’t really give us a time limit on this one.

We’re planning to make another attempt on him this weekend.

And if he, and you know who you are, is somehow reading this? Stay on your toes.

While you still have them anyways.

~Rabbit