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Puffin Campfire, Late Saturday Afternoon.

Sakurazaki had been feeling rather lazy, especially for her, today. She was still bothered intensely by her recent bout of thinking too much about her jobs, and her right arm and shoulder was killing her from weilding Peter's sword ~~not dirty~~. But she was also feeling a little restless. Snatching up her English copy of "The Art of War," a dictionary, and a notebook, she perches herself crosslegged on a log around the campfire, alternating between reading and composing some sort of sketchy lesson plan to incorperate Eastern philosphy into Peter's training.

[[open; my availabilty today? Really crazy and wonky. Unpredictable. So expect slow-play on the Sakurazaki interaction. I still wanted to toss something out, though. SP is love, and all that. :) ]]

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Released from detention - he still didn't know why he had been there anyways - Vince twitched his sports jacket straight, fastidiously straightening himself out. He seemed to have gotten a little lost looking for the dance he was supposed to be hosting. Luckily, he spotted a pretty young thing who might be able to help him out.

Putting his hands on his hips and smiling rakishly, he said in his usual television personality patter, "Well hello, young lady! I was hoping you could help a confused fellow out."

Sakurazaki looks up from her books, brushing a loose hair away from her eyes...and immediately has to try to keep from laughing. What sort of crazy get-up was he wearing? And what was up with the strange attitude? Whatever it was, she figured it was just Jude being goofy and decided to play along, placing a marker into Sun Tzu for the moment and closing the book, settling her hand on it in her lap as she implores him with a tone of seriousness. "And what might you be needing help with, sir?"

She never was very good at playing like that; a snort of a laugh escapes her, breaking her attempt to be serious.

Vince raised an eyebrow. "No need to laugh, pretty lady, I'm just asking for a little help here. I'm supposed to be hosting a dance? In the park?" He straightened a little, sticking out his chin. She had to recognise him - he was Vince Fontaine!

One of Sakurazaki's eyes slide shut. "Dance at the park? Hosting? I haven't heard of anything like that." She frowns a little. "I'd especially think you'd have mentioned something to me about it if you were going to be doing something. You'd know I'd hate to miss it if you were doing something..."

Vince puffed up at her last words, until the earlier ones registered. "I'm sorry, miss, I couldn't have mentioned it to you earlier, seeing as we've never met before." He grinned rakishly, extending a hand. "Vince Fontaine, American Bandstand."

Sakurazaki blinks, looking at Jude as if he'd offered a bloody claw rather than a hand. There's a rather dark sternness in her eyes. "That's not funny, Jude. Stop playing around like this...I can't imagine you'd think I'd find humour in something like this, especially not after all that Ranma-chan shit..."

Vince blinked, pulling back his hand. A teenage girl who didn't have his picture plastered on her bedroom wall? He was severely off balance. "Hey, sweetcheeks, I don't know this Jude character. I'm just lookin' for the dance, that's all."

Sweetcheeks?

At first, Sakurazaki was a little appalled. A feeling quite similar to the first time she'd heard someone she thought was Ranma adding a -chan to her name. At which the offense turned quickly into shock, fear...devistation.

"Oh, no," she gasped. Her books fell to the ground as she jumps to her feet in mere seconds. "You hit your head, didn't you? Didn't you? Oh, God, and now you think....Oh, God, no..."

She's behind him and balanced on a nearby log in moments, thanks to her ninja-like speed. And her hands are quickly moving through Jude/Vince's hair, trying to locate at bump, muttering to herself about how it has to be here somewhere, how could he have done something like this, why did he have to have a messed up other personality, too....

"Hey, hey, hey!" Vince waved her off, ducking out of her reach as he smoothed his hair back into place again, taking elaborate pains to make sure it looked absolutely perfect. "Watch the hair, darling, watch the hair!"

Shit. Sakurazaki's fist clenches slightly as he moves away. She barely got to touch his head, much less find a bump. And he was obviously guarding it well. She had to take a different approach.

"Okay, Jude....er...Vince?" Sakurazaki gulps. This is not good, not good! "Tell me something. You don't happen to remember recently hitting your head on anything, do you? Hit by something, fallen...fallen out of a tree, or anything?"

Vince let out his Talking to Gushing Fangirls laugh, shaking his head a little. "Well, your concern for my well-being sure is touching, honey, but I'm right as rain."

"Acid rain, maybe," she grumbles, lip curling slightly in a snarl. She's half tempted to send a flying kick to the back of Jude's head...if she knew from several warning with her dealings with Ranma-chan how damanging that could be and if she could ever bring herself to send a blow toward Jude...which she couldn't. Ever.

So she sighs, feeling rather defeated, shoulders slumping and head lowering slightly to hide her disappointment. If he didn't even remember hitting his head, this could be bad. But what could she do about it?

"Looking for the park, you say?" she asks, heavily.

Vince beamed. "Yes, the park. Hey, pretty girl like you should come down! We're having a big dance-off, all the kids will be there."

Sakurazaki shakes her head, dropping down onto the log, reaching down to pick up her notebook and pen on the ground. "No, that's okay, I'm not really much of a dancer," she says quietly, sadly, starting to scribble something down on the notebook. The beginnings of a map, to show Jude/Vince the way to the park. A way that would be extremely easy to stalk along, as well. Because she couldn't very well just let him go and leave it at that. She'd have to keep an eye on him.

Finishing, she rips the sheet of paper from the notebook and offers it up to him with a smile that barely masks her devistation and worry. "Here you go. Hopefully this will help?"

Vince took it with a rakish smile. "Why, thank you very much, little lady." He tossed off a little salute as he spun and began walking off, fixing his hair yet again and crooning to himself in a voice warm-up.

"Yeah, no problem, Vince," Sakurazaki mumbles and glares at his back as he drifts off, at the spot on the back of his head where she thought she had felt a lump. And generally keeps glaring until she knows it's safe to dash off and start the stalking. But not until after she puts her books away, of course.

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