<div class="floatright">(http://i1231.photobucket.com/albums/ee507/miinnii9/Roleplay%20Characters/NOMADS_Cyberpunk_2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Jacey...</strong> <em>Just Jacey.</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Inside the Prospector Saloon</em><br/><strong> Disposition:</strong> <em>Restless</em></div><div class="floatleft">║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║</div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">The farm girl selling her wares: it was all so normal, exactly the type of thing you would expect to see in Goodsprings. She had the <em>smell</em> about her of brahmin, but she more than made up for that in looks. Jace shook the last thought off; she had no time for cow hearders. It also wasn't very likely that she could sell her own wares to the girl, and that turned Jace off completely. If there was no profit, she wanted no part. <em>Ever the cold and calculating business woman.</em><br/><br/>She flicked the ashes off of her almost finished cigarette and took a long draw of the smoke. <em>Fuck I'm so bored.</em> It had been too long since she had gotten to use her sweet setup of guns, and it had been too long since she had gotten to bury one of their bullets into someone's skull. She missed the thrill of the fight; the bloodlust and adrenaline rush of being in a fire fight. The cigarette was suddenly on the ground, and so was her propped up boot. It was now stubbing out the cherry and she was reaching across the table to take the beer bottle in hand and chug it back as she stood. <em>Enough is enough. It's time to bounce.</em> She adjusted her tight leather top, pulled her loose pants up on her hips, and tightened the bandanna around her shaggy, uneven black hair. <br/><br/>Just as she was pushing the heavy old door open, gunshots started blazing. Jace's eyes widened as she ducked off to the side, taking cover from a shiny silver bullet that just barely missed her head. "What the-" Her words were cut off as Easy Pete stumbled in through the now open door, slamming it shut behind him. His heavy stomach was heaving with exertion and a fresh layer of sweat gave his forehead a dirty sheen. The hat he wore had a bullet hole going straight threw it, and for a second there, Jace thought he had been shot, but he took the hat off to examine it and started cussing up a storm.<br/><br/>"Raiders! We have Raiders!" he informed the bar as he took off for the back. Jace shook her head at his cowardice and ducked below a window ceil so she could peek out. Sure enough, there were raiders galore. Heavily armed from what she could see. She couldn't help but to let a smile come to her lips; this would be fun. Time to kick some ass and take some names. </span></div>