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Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic

Jocelyn

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Location: Work, Bar called The Rum House; Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen

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Interaction: Patrons; Eric Brooks aka Blade@Chain; Arvin Talon@Sewer Rat; Draku Rodriguez aka Draco@Draku69; Jord Artac@jorcool; Slingshot@webboysurf; Ava Alkaev@TwilightShadow

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May 5th, 2012

SHIELD. Bloody hell. This is a damned cockup. We'll I am not going anywhere without a fight. 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. "So, what can I get you?"

"I'll have a beer." What was it with the non-specific orders?

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

"Lenora."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jocelyn. Are you new around here?"

"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."

"Well, I hope you enjoy your time here. It's quite-"

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. “You. Richard Gere thanks for getting people out.” 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. “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?”

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Siobhan

Location: Apex Designs

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Interaction: Joel @Pilatus

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Siobhan looked at the door as it opened and heard Joel laughing on the floor. Yep that was a good one. Let him have it. I'll get him later. She laughed a tad hysterically and hiccuped as she sat up on her elbows. “Good one. Now let's eat or it's going to get cold.”

Getting up off the bed she gathered up the small lamp and picture she had knocked over and put them up. Making sure that her face was clear of any remaining moisture she turned around to face the music. “Alright Chuckles get up.” The double entendre for that statement wasn't lost on Siobhan and she blushed and reached a hand down to help Joel up if he needed it. Jesus it must be the surroundings!!! Wonder how long it's been since a female has stepped over the threshold? Oh my god!!! Seriously what is wrong with me?!?

Siobhan blushing and still holding out a hand to help him up glared at Joel. “If you pull me down to the floor you will regret it. That's a promise. I'd say I'd make sure to land on you but you might like that.”

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I'm okay with the control of the character it was minor. Please don't change your post I'm working that into mine. I'd be 😭😭😭 if you changed it now.

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I'll get a response in by tomorrow possibly later tonight and I'll mitigate damage in that post. Don't be afraid to get hurt. I got this.

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@TwilightShadowDid you mean to take over my character? Not that we wouldn't have gotten around to interaction but just a little warning would be nice next time. I mean shooting up the place was a fine idea and all and essentially the small talk was fine...so I'm assuming this was just to keep the story rolling and I'm fine with that. Just shoot me a pm or something...please.

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Siobhan

Location: Apex Designs

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Interaction: Joel @Pilatus

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Siobhan’s heart fluttered and she heard laughter on the other side of the door. She took a shaky step backwards then another she bumped into a dresser and knocked something over. A thud and a bit of a clatter on the floor accompanied the object or objects. It didn't sound like it broke but she turned too quickly and caught her arm on the corner. The dresser won the battle leaving a small scratch that she pulled back from, only too quickly. Stumbling she knocked her shin on what could only be the bed and wincing she fell on to it. Heart still hammering she tried to breathe past the pain of her tight chest and calm down as she lay on the bed.

She could hear the laughter on the other side of the door. A familiar voice told her to bring her ass out then laughter again. That's Joel. Now I want the floor to open up and just swallow me whole. Then Joel told her he'd leave her in there and that he was hungry. Mortified that he witnessed that she gasped for air the panic attack trying to reassert itself for a much different reason this time. Not wanting him to have a reason to link her and Marlin together she propped herself up on her elbows in the bed and looking at the direction of the door in a strained voice she said. “Go ahead. I'll there in a minute.” Siobhan flopped back down on the bed. That was all she really had breath for. She put her arms over her head and tried to focus on breathing in through her nose out through her mouth. Deep even breaths.

Easier said than done. Coming down out of the panic attack was going to throw her into a short crying session and she wasn't going to be able to make it down the stairs till she fully came out of it. Her legs would be jelly and stairs at that point would be suicide. She lifted her shaking hands to fumble through her hair. She'd left it down so it was a thick, curly, wavy mass and as soon as it tangled her fingers she gently pulled them out. Smoothing her hands down her face she blew out a shaky breath that she could tell was a prequel to the end of the attack. Also because even though she couldn't tell she was crying the dampness of her cheeks clearly pointed it out. Good God that's embarrassing!!! Why didn't I run for the stairs and just spare myself the embarrassment?!?! But no I have to run for the bedroom. Hopefully it will pass and he'll never know. I'll just let him think he scared me, which he did. He also doesn't know the other stuff that went on. Calm down. You're safe. Calm down. You're safe. Calm down. You're safe... Arms back over head breathing shakily repeating in her head calm down and that she was safe while trying not to curl into the fetal position.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic

Jocelyn

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Location: Work, Bar called The Rum House; Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen

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Interaction: Patrons; Eric Brooks aka Blade@Chain; Arvin Talon@Sewer Rat; Draku Rodriguez aka Draco@Draku69; Jord Artac@jorcool; Slingshot@webboysurf; Ava Alkaev@TwilightShadow

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May 5th, 2012, 21:05

Waiting on Draco to order and of course other people came into the bar. Pretty Eyes came back and fired off a pretty decent line. I grinned at him. “Now that was a good one, Pretty Eyes.” I winked at him from my position at the bar in front of Draco and turned to the guy who saddled up to the bar and asked for a beer. “Hang on Draco. Plenty of that here. Any kind in particular one?”

And as if it couldn’t get any worse the flash of a gun from yet another patron was not something I was going to let slide. He ordered a Titos, double, neat. Which was fine, it was the lottery ticket comment that set off alarm bells. Fine. But I was still not having anyone armed at my bar. “Alright Dirty Harry cough it up and you can pick it up later.” I held out a hand for the gun. I glance over at the woman who took the last seat at the bar and nodded to her and held up a finger and mouthed “One minute”.

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SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Siobhan

Location: Apex Designs

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Interaction: Joel @Pilatus

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Siobhan studied the oil. She hadn’t gotten very far up the stairs when she saw the oil. Intrigued she moved closer to study it. Someone’s art said a lot about them. Sometimes it’s the only representation of themselves that is present.

She grinned at the subject of the painting. Racing cars. It was actually a very good rendition. The brush strokes evoked the motion of the race and the slight blur effect was reminiscent of a photo. The artist had probably copied off a photo. It leaned slightly toward impressionism but in a good way. It was all very Joel. The cars, the motion in the picture, the color palette and the style that wasn't quite real but had that whimsical feel to it. It just evoked the rush you got behind the wheel. She'd have to ask him if that was why he bought it.

Speaking of Joel where was he? And why did she feel like someone was watching her? Shaking off the creepy feelings that she had fought so hard to get past in therapy for years; Siobhan turned back toward the bedroom and saw something out the corner of her eye. She froze like a deer in headlights or a rabbit that senses a predator.

Gone were the recent weeks of training that she and Paige had been busy with. Back was that old familiar fear that had manifested itself after Genny’s attack. All the memories of the case came rushing back. The group of students who blamed her because it got out that the guy had mistaken Genny for her at the party. That it was supposed to be her that this tragedy happened to. That she should feel guilty about not being there for Genny and how she should have seen this coming.

All those memories that kept her frozen to the spot devoid of the little color she had. Whiter than a sheet, eyes wide and shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze slowly Siobhan turned and letting out a small yelp at the sight of a motorcycle helmet. Her fight or flight response fully kicked into gear in that instant.

Not thinking clearly at this point too overwhelmed by fear she took off like a shot for the bedroom. It was a beautiful leap over the couch and dead sprint to the bedroom to put something between her and whoever that was. Slamming the door she looked for a lock.

No lock. And pitch dark. She knew she was in trouble then.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic

Jocelyn

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Location: Work, Bar called The Rum House; Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen

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Interaction: Patrons; Eric Brooks aka Blade@Chain; Arvin Talon@Sewer Rat; Draku Rodriguez aka Draco@Draku69

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May 5th, 2012, 22:55

Yep trouble. The Highlander was TROUBLE. That was blood. Not likely his. I am killing Jessie. That bloody wanker. I paste a smile on my face and take the swords and put them under the shotgun on the wire rack under the counter. I take my leather gloves off and turn and grab a dry clean rag and dip it in the sanitizer and water. Wringing it out till it is just damp I hand it to the Highlander so he can wipe the blood off. “I am going to assume that is from today and from some of the chaos around NYC.” I point to his sleeves. I actually smirk when he asks about the other condition. “I will let you know once it is met, Highlander.” I nod at his mention of debts. To each his own.

I saw Draco walk in and sit down at his regular spot at the other end of the bar closer to the patio. He didn’t mind waiting so I watched Pretty Eyes wince and raised an eyebrow. Did he call me Hair? Seriously? Wow this guy needs some flirting brushup. I slip my right glove off and reach out to lay my hand on his as he listened to the people in the bar. Then he turned around and asked if I knew anything about this alien stuff and he fidgeted with his ring. I reached out and squeezed his hand healing him. “Not much Pretty Eyes. What I do know is you need a brush up on flirting. Think of something and fire it at me here in a second. I need to get Draco’s order.”

I moved over to Draco. “You know I am not wanting to be pushed around tonight. What’s your poison tonight, Draco?”