<span style="font-style: italic">Click Click Click Click</span><br/>She loved cities the most. So full of people, bustle, emotions,<span style="font-style: italic">life</span>.<br/>Her eyes kept flickering from one point of interest to the other, though her face remained in it's mask of amusement.<br/>It should have troubled her, these feelings to go west, almost as if a hook had caught hold of her heart and had viciously tugged her across Europe, the Atlantic, and finally, into the US. Should have, but didn't. She didn't worry about many things. Things changed.<br/>And then there had been the dream-woman, with fire and those<span style="font-style: italic">eyes</span>, and that calling...Sherika had dropped everything and boarded the next plane. She hadn't even pack...much. She still had her knapsack, and that was all she needed. Her aquaintances must be wondering where she'd run off to.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why'd I go an' do that?</span><br/>She didn't know...but at the time, as it always seems, it was the only thing she<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>do. This high had lasted till the Midwest in America, and she'd gone too far to come back.<br/>In hindsight, it must have been one of those impulse things. Troubling, those. Anyway, she was here now, guided by a half-remembered dream and her own legs, heels clicking as she walked.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">ClickClick ClickClick ClickClick</span><br/>She stopped herself from running, just barely. As tall as she was, along with her tattoos, and dress, she was attracting attention.<br/>She fluttered her eyelashes at a gaping teen and waved her hand, black nails forming claws for an instant before falling to her side as she moved on.<br/>Let them think as they wished, not as if she could stop them.<br/>She felt another almighty tug on that blasted 'hook' and set her jaw. The part of the dream she did remember was that overwhelming feeling of being wanted...accepted.<br/>She despised it and everything that feeling stood for.<br/>And yet...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click Click Click Click</span><br/>She was almost there, she could feel it in her bones, she could almost taste it.<br/>She could also smell that there were others...others that weren't like the oblivious humans milling around.<br/>Her enthusiasm diminished, and she halted, searching the crowds. Worrying...yet the mere chance to meet others was a once in a lifetime opportunity.<br/>Sherika's grin returned, never long to leave, and she continued on her way.<br/>She slowly whistled a tune as she searched, sensing she was getting closer...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click click click click.</span>