[center][b][h1]Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][hider=Jocelyn][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7285acb5-3916-4377-a6e1-a21597a529b6.jpg[/img][/hider][/center][hr][h2][center]Location: Work, Bar called The Rum House; Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: Patrons; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4671778]Eric Brooks aka Blade[/url][@Chain]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4677375]Arvin Talon[/url][@Sewer Rat]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4671864]Draku Rodriguez aka Draco[/url][@Draku69]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4672631]Jord Artac[/url][@jorcool]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4679229]Slingshot[/url][@webboysurf]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4671715]Ava Alkaev[/url][@TwilightShadow][/h3][/center][hr][u]May 5th, 2012[/u]

[color=pink][i]SHIELD. Bloody hell. This is a damned cockup. We'll I am not going anywhere without a fight.[/i][/color] My attention turned to the door as it opened and someone caught Draco’s attention. Watching the interaction I grabbed a strong beer hand it over to the guy a little further down the bar who asked.

Finally able to get to the woman down the bar.[color=pink] "So, what can I get you?" [/color]


"I'll have a beer." [color=pink][i]What was it with the non-specific orders?[/i]

"One beer coming right up." [/color]I quickly fill up a glass and slides it over to her. I'm not being picky so it's a domestic.[color=pink] "So, what's your name?"[/color]

"Lenora." 

[color=pink]"Nice to meet you. I'm Jocelyn. Are you new around here?"[/color]


"Yes. I've been traveling a lot and decided to rest for a bit here in New York. Thought I'd try out a bar I haven't been to before as well."

[color=pink]
"Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. It's quite-"[/color]

Suddenly, gunshots fill the air as armed men burst into the establishment. A few people that were sitting in booths get up with their guns drawn. Civilians both inside the bar and outside are screaming. I'm killing Jessie. If this place goes up in flames I could care less right now. Matter of fact that would keep SHIELD off my back. So as Lenora broke the bottle and took off after an assailant. I ran over to the other end of the bar and just my luck I got clipped. I shrug it off knowing that I'd be fine. Just a flesh wound. In the shoulder. I watch as the blood bath ensued. I am so fired. I needed this job but hell there are other jobs. That is if I don't get the hell out of here.

I see other people getting shot and killed and I know I've got my work cut out for me today. If I heal everybody I will be so drained that someone would have to carry me out. I saw the SHIELD agent having a field day with an automatic weapon. The Highlander was kicking in some poor sot’s teeth. Draco was...wait is that a freeze ray or something? When the hell did I land in a science fiction movie?!? People that were staying out of it ran around the bar and hid. I concentrated on funneling them out the door. And of course got clipped a few more times. Wincing as pain and blood ran down my side I focus on healing everyone I can. I see the grey haired guy that wanted a strong beer get clipped and know that I have to help him. I could tell he was helping. I stand to walk over to him and Draco's friend stands in front of me turns around and something comes out of him.

Finally almost as quickly as it started it stops. All the people not involved with the killing are no longer here. I walk around the bar and touch each person that was wounded. It's the nurse in me I can't walk away from them. Friend or Foe, it doesn't matter they are still wounded. By the time I get through with my round I'm headed back to the bar. Light headed and swaying. My stomach is so loud that I can clearly hear it over the Bloody SHIELD agent's comments. I hand over the Highlander’s weaponry.[color=pink] “You. Richard Gere thanks for getting people out.” [/color]I hold out my hand for him to shake knowing that he'll get a nice dose of healing. Still holding out my hand I followed up with.[color=pink] “The plan is you start talking Mr. SHIELD agent and I need food or I am going to black out. Does anyone else need healing?” [/color]