Post-Tea Chase for 2.... 3... 4?

[Kelsey]

Kelsey roamed the streets next to a cafe in London. She had a smug pride about being rehired as caretaker, mean it was a full out interview. Tea, scones, the works... sure she stole the coffee and the scones and no words passed between them, but she rejoiced in her self-hirement. Could one hire themselves? And for that matter, when did they stop paying her? If they played their cards right, they could've taken her completely off payroll and had her work for free. She didn't care for Money much as she just lived in the Falskog basement and just thrived of the tears of children.

None the less. It was a surprise to see Arri and Mr. Lathen chatting it up, if one learned anything from history is that they were up to something. She dearly hoped it wasn't anything that would get in the way of her taking over the school. She looked over her shoulder after finishing the last bit of Arri's scone and was blinded by such magnificent hair. Being the cougar she was, she couldn' help but be dazzled by the boy's head of hair.... but her breath caught when she realized who it was. No one could have such nice hair but one... and she would know, cause she messed it up.

Kelsey started running. That had to be no one other than James Vanderpol. *dun dun dun

[James Vanderpol]

(( I'm okay with being a square, but a cube?! Wouldn't dare test that out, so here I am ^_^ ))

Why must people of London have such big heads? I would have caught her if it weren't for those meddling heads!

This chase was beginning to take a toll on James, both physically and mentally. Who would have thought a cougar like Kelsey would give him so much trouble. But maybe it isn't all her, maybe it has to do with him. Or that duck.

Arggh. I knneeew I shouldn't have stuffed my face with that duck a few days back. I bet he's come back to haunt me, the Duck of Dinner's Past. Surely that is what's slowing him down. James to brain, James to brain? Did ya get all that? That's the story we're sticking with, over and out.

As much as James has been struggling thus far, the chase must continue. What kind of message would it send if he waves the white flag? If he let Kelsey off the hook of ultimate doom, then everybody and their mother are going to want to cope a feel. The thought of greasy hands destroying the perfect placement of each strand of hair on his head not only made him shudder, but he could taste a bit of vomit in the back of his mouth. Yuck! Ew! Blech!

She muuuust be caught and she muuuust pay for what she did.

Frustrated beyond belief at yet another missed opportunity to catch the wrinkly creature, he took it out on anybody within sight. Walking down the streets of London, no one was spared. He made fun of men, women, children, animals, anything to help soothe his hurting ego.

Aimed at a homeless child no older than 13 with a monkey on his shoulder and a loaf of bread in his hand, he barked, "Get a job you thief! You're a moron. Wrapped in a retard!"

He saw a family off in the distance, two elderly couple and what seemed to be their adult children. He rushed over to the elderly woman and wrapped his arms around her. "These are some gorgeous children you have, do they know they're adopted?" he remarked to the horror of everyone within earshot of his comment.

Off in the distance, he caught a glimpse of a lady running away. Perhaps she knew what she had coming for her. "Hey YOU! Watch where you're going! I hope you runnn.. in-too.. an aids tree!" he shouted at her.

Wait a second.. KELSEY!

Before his mind could decide what to do, his feet had started running. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. He reached his hands into his pocket for anything he could use to throw at her and hopefully end her life. But if not, he was willing to settle with a bloody nose or a concussion. As he chased her, nothing but gum wrappers and mini carrots galore began scattering the streets.

AWw shucks, mamabear must've done the laundry again. WHERE is that dang knife?

"Aha!" he blurted out once his fingers grasped a piece of jollyrancher candy. "Kelsey! Stop! I've got candy! I'll give you some?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

That should do the trick. Girls love candy. Mwahahah.

[Kelsey]

Kelsey kept running down the stone paved streets. Then she heard a male voice that held warning about bewaring the aid trees. About to thank the man for the tip of avoiding such things, she realized she was in pursuit.

Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Kelsey quickened her scamper. Yes, this was indeed the Vanderpol descendant. He had hair that almost made ABBA jealous. Keyword was almost, but that in itself was too close for comfort. In order to salvage ABBA's good reputation of upholding the 100% perfection, she had to do it. As Abba's apprentice, she had to mess up that boy's hair. Any thought of the boy perfecting other features had to be quickly diminished.

About to round the corner, she saw a muggle biker coming up the road. Standing directly in it's path the biker swerved sharply and fell over, tumbling down the road ending in an unconscious pile of limbs. As he was still breathing and nothing was pointing out at unnatural angles, she had no worry or remorse for the poor muggle lad. She stood in triumph only to find that no one else in the crowd saw that... of course they didn't, these muggles could watch paint dry and totally by oblivious to their demise they were that unobservant.

While she began to start off again, this time on wheels, she heard her pursuer mention the food of the gods and skidded to a halt. did she hear right? candy? "what flavor?" she asked cautiously, looking over her shoulder and approaching him slowly... ready to take off again at the mention of an unacceptable flavor.

[James Vanderpol]

What FLAVOR?! The nerve of this little twat to dare imply I actually carry around bad tasting candy. Boy I ought to teach her a less-.. NO, I can't. Must. Remain. Calm. Must. Get. Intimate. Mus--whaatt?!

James was conflicted. He was losing it. Running around London had made his adrenaline run wild, but apparently adrenaline was much more buddy-buddy with testosterone than he had expected. Both were half way to the moon and he was growing a third leg. Oh boy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man lying on the ground a mere inches from him. He looked homeless, yuck. He reached down and stole the man's shoe. *WHACK* James had hit himself with a homeless man's shoe. Is this a new low?

No more thinking about Kelsey that way, or you're getting another whack. Comprende braino?

He shifted his eyes forward, target acquired. Standing there face to butt, his face, her butt, he narrowed his eyes as if to accept the showdown. Wild west style. But seeing that he had no pistol and there were too many Muggles around for a wand, he needed to close the distance.

Hoping she wouldn't notice, he inched forward step by step as he spoke.

"Ah, what a silly question to ask Kelsey."

10 feet.

"You see, I've charmed my candy to be whatever flavor your heart desires."

5 feet.

"Quite clever, isn't it?"

Arm's Length.

He reached his hands out to her, palm up. There in the middle of what could very well be a hand sculpted by the gods, lay a piece of candy with the sunlight glistening the wrapper. As beautifully written as his plan was, James had absolutely no idea what he was going to do if she reached for the candy.

Grab her hair and bang her head repeatedly against the pavement as she begged for forgiveness? Or swoop her off her feet and slobber her face with his tongue?

Oh the choices!