BasDorcha
Golden Age Dinosaur
Somewhere They Shouldn't Be
~Dublin~
Jocelyn Justice
~Dublin~
Jocelyn Justice
Jocelyn had been doing much better since the attack. Tati had been busy, but Jocelyn seen her whenever she could. The months since May 31st seemed forever away, and yet just yesterday, the damage causing her to still have some sort of psychological speech block. It had improved much, with Jocelyn returning to work a few days a week. When she had finally gotten back in contact with her father, she had given him a story – using her secretary to communicate a written letter – that a car accident had caused her to have a short-term coma, and since the doctors did not know who to contact or have any emergency information for her, no one was able to be contact about it.
She also explains that she had what was called Aphasia – a medical disorder that could clear as her ‘brain injury’ healed from the accident. At the end of the call, she had taken the phone and told both her parents, “Love. Dad. Love. Mom. Talk soon. Better soon.” Her mom had cried, saying they’d come see her soon, her dad had sounded concerned – at least as much as he ever did. The man was aloof and not exactly emotional – a businessman even at home. She had communicated with them a few times more since then, each time giving more words, more sounds. As her life returned to normal, she had found her voice, a lot of it thanks to Tatianna making her feel protected, and the incident with Kit making her feel capable of taking back her own power.
Since that night, she had taken all the skills her father had ever taught her with competition shooting and self defense and increased it with all day training – only going to work when absolutely necessary. Night when Tati had been busy, she roamed the streets watching for the scum so much like the three she had already dealt with. She had saved two women from similar, less severe, situations. Sure, she wasn’t anyone important in the world, but the vigilante side of her had helped to over come the ptsd she was suffering from. The two bodies she had left never even made the news – shit head pricks no one missed preying on women.
When Kit called her, she had been surprised. None of the King’s had ever brought her in on that kind of business before, but Jocelyn figured after the last time with Kit, and maybe some well placed words from Tati who had been shooting with her and seen her deadly aim, someone had changed her mind. It was weird she didn’t get a call from Spencer, but he had also been very busy – so much so she hadn’t even checked in on how the new Gin label had been doing except by stopping into the bar where they told her it had in fact been a hit with the women who loved fancy cocktails. The day came to leave, and the travel had been much like the previous time, idle chat and silence when they both wanted it.
It had been a wish of hers to travel to Ireland, but this was not a vacation. Kit handled the money, paying people as needed, and they had gotten in with ease. They had been following their prey for a while, constantly watching for an opportunity. After speaking to Alex the previous day, their instructions had changed to include both of the people, and now they sat there waiting for them to exit their current location. Her partner in crime was taking beside her now, making sure they were both clear on the plan. “Understood. Two, not one. Don’t hurt ‘em. Get the info.” Kit would be use to her broken English at this point, she still struggled to complete full sentences, but at least the important things were easier to say now.
Up ahead, the door of the building they were watching opened, and two figures walked out, unaccompanied this time except for the two of them. Jocelyn pulled her hair back in a hairband, getting the loose hair out of her face. In her boot, one on each side, was a small gun strapped to her leg. A third that she held in her hands, or in a hip holster, was a Colt Cobra .38 special she had been given by her father after winning a competition as a older teen. It had ivory handles and detailed engravings all down the barrel. Her name was Scarlet. “Go?” She asked the woman, nodding her head towards the two as they appeared to not be joining anyone.
Mentions/Interactions Misty Gray - Spencer is mentioned
Pyroclast - Tati the romantic interest
Melanin-Gxdess - Kit