And at the break of day. (open)

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: B/c the links hate me.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlZzbo0XKSk


4:45 AM.

The white and pink ear buds of her mp3 player were plugged into her ears. The pink mp3 player was tucked into her pocket.

Letting her neck roll about her shoulders.

Stretching her muscles.

Neon green converse tied tightly about her ankles, and she was running. Shoes padding against the sidewalk as she made her way. The cold air of daybreak hit the bare skin of her arms. A black tank top clung to her torso, a pair of baggy camo shorts hanging from her hips. Pink hair was pinned back, away from her face, out of the way of her eyes.

She was wide awake, running down the street.

Her morning run.

It was her time to think.

She had recently met Jonathan, and he seemed to of had more of an impact on her then anything. She hadn’t been able to sleep, and maybe that was why she was awake now…and running.

Thrush had been on her mind.

It was hard to believe that Jonathan, and Thrush were the same people.

Now, shaking the thought from her mind.

She ran.

[Keith]

Morning... Keith always hated mornings... He wasn't much of a morning person. To him, getting up in the morning pretty much sucked. Not being able to sleep, Keith left the McHallin residence and hopped onto his motorcycle. He had on a pair of blue jeans, black Timberlands, and a black tucked in t-shirt. Motorcycle helmet was already on his head.

Keith needed to do some cruising the streets before the day got started. Cruising was something Keith could do to take his mind off things. Though it was morning, Keith was still out of it. Slowly, Keith hopped onto his motorcycle and turned on the ignition.

He slowly drove out of the driveway and onto the street pretty much oblivious to anybody that could possibly be running or jogging. Hopefully whomever is running is quick enough to take to the side and avoid Keith's motorcycle driving out from the house.

[Jenna Scorn]

The heavy padding of her feet against the sidewalk was hardly audible to her, of course from her headphones and the techno beat that was now blaring into her ears. But one thing was perceptible, the roar of the motorcycle that was headed straight for her.

It was a deer in the headlights moment.

After all, not everyone is prepared for a moving vehicle heading straight for them.

Blue eyes growing wide, her mouth suddenly dry.

Calamity would lunge to the side, knees scraping against sidewalk as she fell to the ground. A short moment, and soon enough Calamity was stirring from the ground. Lifting her head, giving a good shake and slowly getting to her knees. Her palms pushing her from the sidewalk.

She looked up.

Blurred vision form her blue eyes focused on the motorcycle.

“…You son of a bitch.”

A few strands of hair had fallen from those pins that had secured it. Falling in her eyes, slightly obscuring the tinge of black and blue from the nights before when she had met Thrush.

She yanked the headphones from her ears, wildly stuffing them into her pocket as she jogged a bit forward.

“HEY!!!!!!”

A quick breath of air.

“COME BACK HERE!!!!!! YOU SON OF A MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[Keith]

OOC: You don't mind if this turns into some sort of chase, do you?

“COME BACK HERE!!!!!! YOU SON OF A MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Still slightly out of it, Keith was oblivious to what had just happened. But hey, Keith wasn't much of a morning person. Plus there was a lack of caffeine around the house which explained why Keith was out of it. Not knowing that he had almost hit somebody, Keith slowly continued picking up speed on the motorcycle.

The senior needed to get some caffeine really bad. He was pretty much a huge caffeine addict. Without caffeine, Keith wouldn't be alert enough to notice the jogger he almost hit. Slowly, Keith stopped at the stop sign for a few seconds and checked both sides of the crossing. For some reason Keith was alert enough to stop at the stop sign.

That's a pretty much a good thing, right?

But man, Keith needed to get some caffeine into his system badly!

Need caffeine...

If Keith was alert enough, he'd notice the pissed off jogger out for his blood.

Hell hath no fury than a pissed off female jogger that one almost hit with his motorcycle...

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: No problem about the chase. Only problem is… realistically… how is she gonna keep up with him? Unless of course he makes a lot of stops…or that coffee shop is close. Either way, whatever.


He isn’t gonna stop?

Blinking her eyes.

Of course not.

Just her day, she scowled.

Letting her eyes focus on the motorcyclist yet again.

Rolling her head about hser shoulders like she had earlier, slightly letting her feet pad against the sidewalk, shaking her wrists out a bit.

And now, she was running.

Feet hammering against the sidewalk as she desperately tried to keep up with him. And as he slowed at the stop sign, she kept up after him.

By law, he was to stand still at the sign for three seconds before proceeding.

Now, if he obeyed this law, she’d be able to catch up with him.

Slightly.

But of course, he had almost done a hit and run.

This driver wasn’t exactly…law abiding, right?

[Keith]

OOC: He'll be making plenty of stops.

Keith slowed down the motorcycle and made a full stop in front of a convenience store. Hopping off the motorcycle while it was still running, Keith walked to the front entrance and pulled on the door. But it wouldn't budge. Keith gave the door another good tug. Still wouldn't budge.

Looking down, Keith saw that the convenience store wasn't open yet. Sighing underneath his helmet, Keith shook his head some. The damn store wasn't open yet. He was still oblivious to the jogger chasing after him.

Why can't there be more 24/7 stores...?

"Damn it..." he said under his breath.

Keith quickly hopped onto his motorcycle and hit the gas again. Diving further down the street, Keith spotted a coffee shop and slowed the gas down.

But he saw that the coffee shop was a Starbucks.

No Starbucks...

He drove off again.

[Jenna Scorn]

Now, following him after the sign.

Running, and yes.


Still running.

Her heart was beating, banging rapidly against her rib cage.

She was breathing hard, pulling in mass amounts of breath.

Once he was in site again, she saw him making his way back to the bike.

“…Bitch.”

He was in her view, and as he slowed she was for sure that in a few minutes she’d be able to stab his eyes out.

But of course, he kept on going.

[Keith]

After driving another 30 yards, Keith spotted another coffee shop. He lifted the visor on his helmet to take a good look at the sign on the coffee shop. Much to Keith's dismay, it was another goddamned Starbucks. Keith wanted real coffee, not some commercial brand like Starbucks.

I want real coffee damn it!!!

Keith wasn't liking this one bit. He stopped his motorcycle for a bit and took a breather. He sure as hell didn't want to go into the Starbucks. Quite frankly, Keith wasn't much of a Starbucks fan. When he was out east a few times in some big cities, all he ever saw was Starbucks.

Leave one Starbucks and head another few blocks to see another Starbucks. It really irked him. Still, he had no idea that the jogger was still on his tail. While Keith paused a bit, the jogger could possibly gain more ground.

How hard is it to find real coffee?

He shook his head some and drove off again.

[Jenna Scorn]

Now, she was beyond mad.

Beyond pissed.

and growing weak.

Her legs hurt, her ribs ached.

And with every breath she took, there was pain.

She couldn't keep up much longer.

But she had found, that he slowed, and stopped.

And he seemed to have taking a rest of some sort, she kept going.

Letting those shoes pad against the ground, definitely determined to let him know that she was pissed.

[Keith]

Still, not a decent damn coffee shop in sight. And no, Starbucks doesn't count as a coffee shop. Keith continued cruising down the street. He wasn't going fast. Keith wasn't alert enough to go fast. But he needed to get caffeine as soon as possible. Having no caffeine sucks.

Keith stopped at the redlight. A few seconds later, the light went green as Keith hit the gas again. This time, he made a sharp left down another street. How the fuck is it hard to find a decent open shop early in the morning. It was fucking SoCal!!! Something's definitely not right with this picture.

He slowed down a bit and saw another shop. It was another damn Starbucks!

Not another fucking Starbucks!!!

Was it that hard to find a coffee shop that isn't Starbucks?! Damn those capitalist pigs!!! Keith wanted real coffee or some caffeine. With other sigh, Keith took a look at the rear mirror and saw some female jogger. She seemed "energetic."

I don't know what she's on but I want it...

Sighing in defeat yet again, Keith drove off again.

[Jenna Scorn]

She was catching up.

Soon she would have her way with him.

And it wouldn't be rape.

Passing the starbucks and still in pursuit.

A few yards behind him.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!!!! DICK FACE!!!!!!!"

[Keith]

Need caffeine...

Keith was pretty desperate for some caffeine. Now, Keith was going at a steady speed of about 35-40 MPH on his motorcycle. But all he's seen were all these damn Starbucks places, he wanted to find a real coffee shop or some open convience store. He was still oblivious to the jogger that was out for his blood.

As she got closer, Keith unwittingly increased the speed of his motorcycle. Good thing he was oblivious to the girl or things wouldn't be pretty at this moment. But hey, who could blame Keith? He was still out of it. It would take awhile for Keith to be fully "awake."

There has to be one nearby...

Before the stop light went red, Keith quickly sped up and make a sharp right turn onto other road. There, Keith's motorcycle was side by side with an SUV full of hot chicks. About five of them in the vehicle.

Keeping up with the SUV's speed, Keith lifted up his visor.

"Mornin' luvs..."

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: B/c I'm getting sick of playing cat and mouse.


She finally had caught up to him.

And once those eyes fell onto his form, she'd glare.

He was pulled up next to a car, and...flirting?

"Your kidding me..."

Her upper lip twisted, a scowl forming on those lips as she jogged a bit.


A few yards away from him, pausing for a moment.

"Hey!!!!!!"

[Keith]

"A pool party, eh? And a topless one, huh?" Keith casually asked the chicks in the SUV. He continued listening as they explained to him that it was an all day party. Keith hadn't been to a good party let alone a good pool party in months. This was appealing to him.

Screw the caffeine, there were going to be topless chicks at a pool party.

"Hey!!!!!!"

Keith looked at the rear view mirror and saw that same pissed off jogger coming in the same direction. He blinked a bit. Luckily, Keith still had the motorcycle helmet on and his eyes were concealed by the helmet's visor. Plus he had on his black shades over his eyes as well.

He then turned to the chicks in the SUV.

"I'll be there momentarily," Keith softly said to make sure the jogger didn't hear a word of it. It seemed the jogger wanted his attention for some reason.

The SUV drove off and Keith turned off the ignition and stepped off the motorcycle. He turned and faced the jogger. Something was on her mind and Keith didn't know what.

[Jenna Scorn]

Now, slowing her jog to a walk. She trudged to him, feet stomping against the ground as her brows narrowed upon him.

"Take off your helmet!"

Raising a hand, pointing at him..well, rather his helmet.

Strands of pink hair hung wildly in her face, beads of sweat dripping from her.

"I said, take off your fucking helmet!!!!"