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Jocelyn McCoy
20 November 2015 @ 01:24 pm

You've reached Ambassador Jocelyn McCoy. I can't make it to my comm at the moment, please leave a briefly detailed message. If this is an emergency or regarding Joanna, please try her emergency contact list.

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Jocelyn McCoy
19 November 2015 @ 09:42 pm
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Jocelyn McCoy
15 April 2011 @ 12:20 pm
Crack Baby Meme!
Jocelyn McCoy
27 January 2011 @ 07:32 pm

Take a trip to // SIN ISLAND!

Jocelyn McCoy
06 January 2011 @ 01:19 am
Some of you may already know this and some of you may not so I'll try to address this quickly...

The mun behind the muse is married to an active duty marine, and we'll be gearing up for deployment number four *very* shortly. Unfortunately something like this isn't the kind of thing you really get used to no matter how many times you do it. =/ You might be asking yourself right about now what this information has to do with anything, which is why I'll tell you... for the next few days until the hubby leaves, I'm going to be logging some serious quality time with him and our boys. I will probably be extremely slow or absent entirely depending on when I get him and when he leaves. Any dropped threads aren't intentional/personal and I really adore and appreciate all of you for putting up with me. I can't guarentee I won't be a zombie for a little while because like I said before, deployments never get any easier, but I will try and get back into the swing of things when I've got my head on straight.

In summary- USMC, OORAH. Deployment = Very sad mun who might be a total flake about tagging, but still loves you guys for being amazing.
Jocelyn McCoy
20 November 2010 @ 10:37 am
The How's My Driving? Meme
Jocelyn McCoy
She hadn't thought about how far reaching the consequences would be when she asked the boy (Leonard, she mentally corrected herself) to dance. Clay had just been acting like Clay, and she'd come to the conclusion that she needed to teach him a lesson. Jocelyn didn't even know who the first poor boy had been that she'd asked to dance, only that he'd passed out shortly after her question, and then she'd moved on. To Leonard. He had the most mesmerizing eyes she'd ever seen, and she was sure the look that invaded them when she held out her hand would stay with her forever. They'd danced, and somehow over the course of that song, it had become less about teaching Clay Treadway a lesson in jealousy and humility, and about enjoying herself. When the song had ended she was hesitant to see it stop, and a part of her thrilled when Leonard had asked her to stay on the floor. The feeling had lasted until Clay had punched poor Leonard without any kind of warning and tried to drag her off. She'd been angry, of course she'd been angry, and had just been on the verge of giving Clay a piece of her mind when a punch to his nose knocked him flat on his ass. A punch from Leonard, whose eyes held less in the way of malice towards Clay and more than a little bit of hopeful concern when aimed at her.

It was only thanks to sheer luck and determination on her part as well as the small crowd gathering around them that kept those punches from turning into a full out brawl. The two combatants were sent to separate corners of the room while she remained in the middle, expectation hanging heavy over her head. There was a decision that needed to be made now-- did she go home with the boy that had brought her to the dance, or did she leave with the boy that had taken on the role of her self appointed knight in shining armor? She and Clay had been an item for as long as she could remember either in action or thought. Her family had practically married her off to him while they were both still in diapers and it was something she'd just gone along with for no better reason than it had been expected of her to do so. Maybe though, just maybe, it was time for a change.

"Leonard, will you walk me home, please?"

It was as if the world stood still, and she could practically hear the collective gasp that went through the gymnasium from the group that had started paying attention to her own personal melodrama. Clay began protesting as soon as she started walking away from him, back turning on the better part of her teenage years with one simple (and extremely loaded) question.

This changes everything, she thought, but when she put her arm through Leonard's and was rewarded with a smile from him, she decided that change was for the best.
Jocelyn McCoy
20 May 2010 @ 05:00 pm
The How's My Driving? Meme