[ ☆. @defamatiion — based on this. ]
currently, jacey is running down a narrow alley trying to get to her hiding place at the river's edge before the cop that's been CHASING her for the past ten blocks catches up to her. it's not the first time she's doing this, but unlike the other officers of the law that had no appreciation for her art, this one doesn't seem to be the kind to give up. jacey is in pretty good shape, but she's still winded when she finally reaches the river. she turns right and flies down the rickety steps that lead to the main road. a motorcycle’s loud roar ripped through the night and jacey looked up to see a set of bright headlights — and without any hesitation, jacey jumped on behind the stranger and wrapped her arms around them. “drive ! fucking drive !”
