[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxdtnpHngQ1qf426so1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Alicia's Secret Hideout; Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]Cecily was taken aback for a moment. She understood Alicia's message--there was something important that Caesar needed to see at wherever the Gonzalez family crypt was. And from Caesar's question, she could only assume that it was located in Mexico. She had been called Roy's partner earlier that week, and that had been a shock...but was she Caesar's partner now? For a brief moment, Cecily pondered if instead of going back to school after quitting her job, she might be able to ask Caesar for one. 

[color=00ccff]"Once. Family vacation after my parents got some kingpin off scot free,"[/color] Cecily replied, rolling her eyes slightly at her parents. They were lawyers. Of course they were going to act like scum, enjoying winning cases even when no justice was served. Come to think of it, they probably loved Justice for that very reason--criminals were hardly ever punished. They'd make a killing here. 

Of course, getting out of Justice seemed to be a pretty good idea. If Caesar wanted her to come with him to Mexico, she wouldn't argue. Maybe she'd stop by Barnes and Noble, pick up a Spanish phrase book. Assuming, of course, she didn't die of lead poisoning or some other ailment first. As Cecily started walking towards Caesar, as he began to head out, she spotted a map. 

[color=00ccff]"This looks useful, eh?"[/color] Cecily pointed out, fishing down the map of Justice. It didn't look like any map she had carefully studied before, instead showing sewer routes. And from their previous journey into the compound via a storm drain tunnel, she wouldn't be surprised if the way out was similar. Cecily continued to follow Caesar towards the darkly lit portion of the room, only for the door to be locked, and ask for a retinal scan. 

[color=00ccff]"I'm guessing it wants you to scan your eyes,"[/color] Cecily commented, glancing at the flashing area. It wouldn't make much sense to her if Alicia allowed her father to go inside, and then not be able to get out. Unless, of course, she secretly hated him--but Cecily highly doubted that from what she'd seen.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dc0c085c14a954810f05858115ada690/tumblr_mhfzxa17I41s4v93wo1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr]As Cynthia spun around gleefully, Iris grew more and more curious as to what traumatized this poor woman to such an extent. She was a firm believer that insanity was never a pre-existing conditions--that it was a response to one's surroundings. Of course, genetics could aid in the process, and perhaps it was naive of Iris to think as she did, but she still couldn't help but imagine Cynthia--Valentine--had suffered some great tragedy for her mind to be so warped. The Ludwig Building, Iris realized sadly, was not quite the appropriate treatment facility for her. 

But Iris resolved to do her best. [color=99ccff]"That's wonderful, it's always good to have some friends to talk to,"[/color] Iris replied, smiling at the girl. Her heart broke for her as Cynthia mentioned a dead friend, David. And as the girl began to spiral out of control, wading into a deep pit of death and despair, Iris' heart broke for Cynthia again. [color=99ccff]"I don't think you're crazy. It's perfectly normal to feel upset after friends die, Valentine. We all have to grieve in our own ways."[/color]

But it's all happening again? What other horrors had Cynthia suffered through, beyond the death of a close friend? From her words, Iris took it that this wasn't the girl's first brush with death. She had gone through some horrors prior to this one, complicating her process of grieving, of healing. Perhaps this David's death had caused her to regress, explaining why she was so far gone for a halfway house patient. 

[color=99ccff]"If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you,"[/color] Iris said. [color=99ccff]"But if you'd like some time alone, I understand perfectly, and you can go get settled in your room for a while."[/color] She didn't want to pressure the broken girl. Too many people made that mistake with the damaged, expecting them to pop right back up and shake it off. Time was the greatest medicine that Iris could use. Time for Cynthia to think, to grieve, to mourn, and to heal.