<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>Balls on Fire</em></div><div class="floatleft">║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║</div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">It didn't look like any of the other Salooners had any intention of fighting back, or at least for the moment. So Jace reached into her loose pants, pulling the 12.7mm SMG out of the elastic of her panties, tightened the goggles and bandanna on her head one last time, then poked her head back up so she could see what was going on outside. It looked like the fight was in favor of the raiders and several Goodspringers were laying flat out on the ground, cold and dead as could be. It seemed like they were rallying up the children and women, which made no sense to Jace. Who were these people?<br/><br/>Her quick green eyes caught sight of a man making his way down to the store. It looked like he was keeping to cover, and doing a rather good job at it too. <br/><br/>Despite being a drug dealing loser without any feeling, Jace was actually rather intelligent. With her being the only one in the Saloon taking any action, she had no chance against a whole group of raiders who were clearly better armed than herself. Her only chance was to get the hell out of there as fast as she could. It almost made her a little sad, knowing that she would have to save the fight for later. Saving her tears for later, she stood and ducked as fast as she could out the back door of the Saloon, leaving the bumbling fools inside to fend for themselves.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to sprint into the nearest direction out of town, large dirty hands grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a smelling body. Whoever this person was, they were clearly in need of a bath. "<strong>Well ain't you a pretty little thing.</strong>" The voice was crass, rough even, and rather loud. It was obvious this guy was not on her side. His rough groping hands made their way to one of her leather covered breasts.<br/><br/>All she could do was laugh a little. "<strong>Get your filthy hand off of me, Brahmin Fucker.</strong>" She slipped her hand behind her and between their bodies to get a good hold on his man parts through his pants, and she squeezed as hard as she could. Looking back, she could see the man's face turn beet red as his grip on her loosened and his mouth parted in a soundless cry. <br/><br/>She wiggled her way out of his grasps and quickly swapped her SMG for a silenced pistol of the same caliber. While he was falling to the ground in a fit of manly pain, she gave him two shots to the head with the silenced and gun. His body slumped to the dry ground, dead and still as red as could be.  </span></div>