Everything was now going according to plan. With a stupid grin on the boy’s face, John began completing his work delicately. He spent days figuring out the day to day plans of other inmates. From there he was able to determine who went where and at what time. This needed to be an exact science for his plan to work. Really this was right up John’s alley. He was following in the footsteps of his grandmother and ancestor, even though he was still a bit young at it. While he didn’t have his book with him anymore, he felt like this particular stunt was simple enough without the need to consult such a text.
Once his work was done, he decided to plop down on one of the couches in the common area. Now, he made sure his target would be coming in soon. It wasn’t like the target didn’t have one of those insane set schedules or anything. Nope. Said target would never admit to something like that, but it didn’t matter to the thirteen year old human male. This part was the boring part. Waiting. John was patient, sure, but with something like this it was hard to just sit there and watch everything happen before his eyes without jumping the gun. Really he was a giddy little thing and a dumb smile soon spread across his face.
This was going to be awesome. ((ooc: action tags are fine!))