Boston. 

The two hour drive north up Interstate 93 wasn’t nearly as unbearable as Czigani thought it would be, as her anxious mind ran it’s course thinking back to all that had transpired up to this point. Her home, family, life...all taken away in a blink of an eye. The police raid ending in bloodshed, only to have her as the prime suspect, and imprisoned to eventually rot away in a mental hospital she should have never been in. She wasn't crazy...or was she? A creature lived inside her flesh that begged to be awaken and yet it took a tragedy in her life for it to finally reveal itself to a world that could never understand what it was.

Czi turned her head to the left, staring at her new friend who had been driving for most of the trip. An unlikely ally, Kelly was still a [i]Gaje[/i] and trusting a non-gypsy was like turning yourself over to the executioner as far as her people were concerned. But regardless, the two women from different sides of the tracks shared an obvious bond that blurred the lines of enmity, even if only for awhile. Beyond that, however, the girl felt something for her that couldn't be explain; a sexual attraction?, an empathetic connection?, or perhaps the need for another she could confide in considering their common affliction? It didn't matter the reason, and as much as Czi didn't want to admit it, she needed her if she was going to survive.

Thankfully Kelly still had a phone, although how she acquired it exactly Czigani didn’t know, but the small bit of dried blood in the upper corner of the screen suggested by force. In anycase, according to a quick search of “Senora Tatiana” and “Boston”, it turned out there was such a person doing business as a [i]Palm and Tarot Reader[/i] -basically your modern day fortune teller- in the heart of the city, so both agreed that she would be their first stop. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” She said a few moment after passing a small diner that was just a block away from their destination.  “But who the hell knows if that’s me talking or the freak living inside…” She couldn’t help but smirk at that last part, since what was left but to laugh about an uncontrollable situation. “You game for food?” She rifled through the pockets of her jeans, pulling out several bills of 10s, 5s, and 1s. “And I’ve got about...fifty bucks left from the shit I stole from the hospital…”

[@Xandrya]