Sometimes camping is a good thing.

The old truck rumbled down the drive of the dusty, yet luxurious campground setting that was Verdel Camping. It stopped at the old gate hanging on the front of the campground that had been closed and locked up while he was away, save for any big group's that paid in advance for one of the cabins or cottages around the lakefront. The "lower" camping had been shut down to the public with a sign saying across the gate, "Sorry, closed for business until further notice."

A rather large man stepped out of the truck and took a look at the sign. He stood an easy 6'3", with long brown locks and had a build that screamed body builder without the huge muscle mass. Still he looked like the kind of guy you just wouldn't mess with. He was wearing dusty jeans, torn here and there a blue nondescript tee shirt in similar disrepair and oddly enough an old style bowl hat, dusty as well from travel. He looked slightly disheveled but it just seemed to suit him.

Jason Verdel had been gone too long it seemed, but it was good to be back home. He tore down the sign and opened up the gate with his master key. Climbing back into the truck he moved only 50 feet in before stopping at the first building on the right. He got out again turning the truck off, it sputtered once and then died into silence of the night. He walked up to the building and unlocked it. Walking in he looked around...and was surprised that is was clean. He chuckled and shook his head. Isabelle must have kept the place cleaned up for him. He flicked on his old computer and sure enough there was a small note from her right on his desktop reminding him that when he came back to give her a call so she could make her new website for his campground come to life.

Despite separating ways from the group, he did miss them. They helped keep his head on strait when it came down to it. He just wasn't ready to face them again and see that slight twinge of fear that would be in Isabelle's eyes. He would never live that down. He checked his email's really quick to see if he got anything from anyone else from Independence while he was off the grid. He would get to them all later though.

He knew he should go see the prince coming back into town, but he again was going to put that off till he was back up and running. Even then he might not align himself with the Camarilla again. He had enjoyed his freedom but he would always be grateful to the Camarilla for taking him in in his time of need. He just found that when he was running as an "independent" it caused less trouble with both sides. They left him alone for the most part and respected his wild nature as a Gangrel. Yes he got in a few scruff's here and there but nothing too serious that he didn't walk away from it. Almost got a job as a warden just traveling threw. But it just wasn't for him. He needed his freedom and enjoyed it.

But there was always Independence. The call of the fight that being in the middle of it all seemed ripe here. He could find his action he craved, unlike his ability to find his sire on his romp back home. At least here he had a place to hang his hat, and did so, taking the old thing and throwing it at a hat/coat rack by the door. It flew perfectly threw the air and landed with good grace. He smiled.

Then walking outside again he took in the sight of the entrance to his domain, his place. It would take a little work but he would get it up and going again. Just needed a little time and it would become busy again with all the free food he could want. He smiled a little at that...humans...food...man he had fallen so far from when he first started. But he had embraced his vampire side and he would never turn back. He had eternity in front of him to keep him entertained and he was not going to live that down.