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Welcome to Ft. Worth

A lonely Gypsi

From: Liem McCullim

Storyline

Scense she can only go out at night[needless to say]Her acting career is dwindling. Her sotial status has fallen threw the floor and now she is just plain forgoten. "Please, come and play with me" "I'll Make it worth your while!?!"

From: Randal and Kryss

Storyline

    'Run!' yelled Randal as the Sabbat pack loomed in on them. The evil vampires had tracked them to this place and would ensure they did not escape the Sabbats' clutches. Randal ran,        Kryss ran, Ward ran, Bruno ran, Eric ran with a scowl on his face. They ran from the mob of vampires that pursued them, stakes in hand.
    "They're trying to get us." whined Ward as he sprinted along beside his night loving friends. All he saw were gang members with clubs, though the others knew better.
    Grabbing up Ward with supernatural strength, Eric picked up the pace to keep up with the celerity induced camarilla kindred. "They are not going to get us."
    Frowning as he sprints, Randal looks over his shoulder to see some of the cockier Sabbat jogging along a ways behind, waving at him like old school chums, evil leers on their sadistic faces. The sabbat had managed to cut them off from Randals car, how they had known that they were making a run for the border was unknown to him, and now they were in hot pursuit with seemingly all the cards.
    "You fucking tip them off Randal?" spat Kryss as she ran. "Got lonely for your friends?" she mutters under her breath. There was little feeling behind the accusation but she didn't feel like pulling punches and she was a bit pissed off that the sabbat seemed to have all the advantages here and they none.
    Randal graced her with a smirk as he continued to run. "Yes, that's why I'm on this side of the chase.", picking up his pace, "Great cover if you ask me."
    "Frickin malk tainted torrie." muttered Kryss as she continued to run. She shot a glance over her shoulder and saw that Bruno and Eric were keeping up fine with the increased strengths and they did seem to be pulling away from the sabbat. Too easy. Obviously we weren't meant to be caught. They're just funneling us somewhere else. "Gotta make our own choice here, we're running where they want us to."
    Glancing over his shoulder, Randal agreed with a nod and waited for Kryss to suggest something.
    Rolling her eyes in disgust she spat, "Do I have to do all the thinking?"
    Shrugging Randal grins. "I just play the music babe!" His smile is wide and contagious.
    Kryss grins as well. "Lets get under ground. That might throw the bastards."

    And it did.

    Have you ever pondered the unnatural fear of the unknown, that dark closet, the shadowed hall, slippery sewers that hold nothing, but for some reason hold a presence of such horror that there are times when you can't bring yourself to enter that area? This natural reaction is called the survival instinct. It is protecting you from something very bad. It shelters you from seeing them. This naturally unnatural sense shields you from the Nosferatu who await. They lurk there, beyond your sense of sight and they are the boogeyman you fear and know in your very bones.
    The camarilla vampires enter and exit the sewers, losing the sabbat.
    The sabbat vampires enter the sewers. They do not exit.

    "I think we lost them, panted Bruno."
    Eric looks about them, taking note of the buildings nearby their shelter under the lee of a bus stop.
    Blinking moisture into his eyes, Ward yawns. "Wasn't much of a sewer, figure they'd be right behind us."
    Randal and Kryss glance at eachother for a moment and then turn back to the others.
    "We should get out of here." states Kryss.
    "The Prince said we could catch that plane down to Fort Worth if we weren't late. We have time?" Randal looks down at his missing watch and then up at the others.
    Shaking his head Eric speaks up. "It will be close, might make it. Buggers seem to know our plans. Might be safer to try something else."
    "Unfortunately we can't just drive." says Kryss.
    "Why not?" asks Ward.
    Grasping quickly Randal answers, "Too far. They would likely tail us."
    Ward blinks, "Let's go to the police."
    "They have informants and really, we want to avoid that attention Ward." Bruno offers helpfully.
    The young man quiets and seems to accept Bruno's answer.

    Surprisingly, the group manages to reach the airport after gaining transportation and remain mostly unmolested. The flight to Fort Worth is an uneventful one. Eric, Ward and Bruno snooze through most of the trip, while Randal and Kryss look out the windows of the plane in barely hidden agitation.
    Taxying on the run way upon landing, the plane safely arrives in Fort Worth from Canada. Welcome to Dallas Fort Worth.