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From: Aaron-Deshay player of Jerry
Jerry sighed, his knee against his chest as he sat there. His back layed against the wall of the Pretzel Shop, his Trenchcoat ragged. Torn and holes in his clothes, he looked like a homeless person.
Moon shined white against the blanket of night that laughed back at Jerry everynight. People walked by Jerry shaking there heads, some even put dollars and change at his feet. Any other night he would have mauled someone for doing that. But, tonight wasn't like any other night. It was just different somehow, nothing fun to do, no violence tonight, no killing, no theiving, just sulking.
He couldn't even find the strength to pull himself to his feet, all he could do was sit and stare.
Hours went by, he had managed to get himself up and walking. He founding himself wondering around Dallas, he was somewhere in Deep Ellum District. He watched the Skinhead, the Goths, The Rockers, and everything else. The social groups as they were, much like everything now. Just like Shake and CJ, everyone is in a gang. Thats all it is now.
Social Gangs, Street Gangs, Sabbat, Camirilla, Clans, Iconoclasts, Individualist, and Idealist. Fuckin Gangs within Gangs. Everything was twisted, and you try not to get involved you get screwed because you don't shit. But, then when you try to get into the shit, you get twisted, because your in shit....
Jerry cursed as he struggled to make sense to himself, he watched the car lights cruise by. He watched the people, their a lady and her kid. The kids played with his ball, it glowed in the nights air. The brightness of everything, he turned his head to find something to lean against. He leaned against some store window, times like this make me wish I still smoked cigerettes. Wait? There something wrong....I can feel it.
The brujah's head turned rapidly as he reached for his knife, the edgy feeling was making him more tense. He searched for what was wrong, it was close! A scream! He turned to see a lady pointing at her son. There a car racing down the street, the kid picked up his ball in the street.
"SHIT!", Jerry thought, he was already moving. He called to his Clan's gift a speed. He had to make it, he just had to......
The blurr of movement Mortal eyes could hope to fathom. He grabbed the kid, sweeping him off his feet. He went to run, but it was too late. Jerry back exploded as he watched everything speed up, he flew up into the sky toward the cement. He hugged tightly onto the boy, another car was comming, tires screeched to bring the vehicle to a halt. Mere inches from Jerry's body...
Oh God the Pain......
People rushed into the streets, cars were emptied, people here and there. Faces, they want me! No! I saved him....I tried....
The kid got up pulling himself from Jerry's grasp, he ran to his mother. Tears. Jerry struggled, he crawled away he moved as fast as he could. Limping as he moved through the alleyways, he needed to rest...
Jerry fled, away from there faces, from there judging eyes....the the the the the.......faces. The Night allways laughing! FUCK YOU!