[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 6th, 2012[/u]

While I am braiding my hair and wrapping it into a bun I state.[color=pink] “So I am headed out now. I have a car at my flat so I can get my stuff. Then will be back with some much needed...things. Lenora do you want to ride with me? It will be a tight fit but you should be fine on the bike. I will give you the keys to my car and whoever is going with me to Boston I have a place where we can lay low while I get some cash.” [/color]My hair done I look around and notice that luck seems to be on our side as all the cameras have been destroyed. I open the register and snag some of the cash tallying it out to about what I would have made tonight sans tips. It was enough for me to fill up both vehicles and have some left to feed myself. Now I have more people to think about.This was not stretching far enough this time around. I really needed a steady job. Thank god the Boston house had been bought and paid for about 15 years ago. I motion for Lenora to follow and I head out the back grabbing my helmet and handing it off to her as she gets on. I know that I would survive a crash but neither she nor the bike would. I hoped she knew how to lean with someone on a bike.

I start up the bike and the wail of a siren off in the distance getting closer.[color=pink] “Oh bloody hell just what we need.” [/color]I glance over my shoulder and shout.[color=pink] “Hang on.” [/color]Apparently response time was a little lacking but after what happened earlier today I can be forgiving. I just wish it had not been this fast. I peel out and hope that no one thinks staying at the bar was a good idea. It looked like someone robbed the place mowing down patrons as they went.

Apparently we had bigger problems. Blue and red flashing ones as I sped toward 8th Avenue. Of course the luck from earlier had to run out at some point as I saw no one else on the road except the cop that saw me gunning down 47th Street like hell was following me. He promptly started to pull around and pursue me. Ballocks.