[center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/ad8973f061f0b81f085c329c9f50cbda/tumblr_mx16p3mwzE1qduh7lo1_500.gif[/img]
[@Nallore] Riley Ridgeway, [@Xtreme] JD Mason, [@Scallop] Lyle Marlestone, [@Pundii] Jeremy Bennet, [@Charnobylisk] Svetlana Volkov, [@Lady Amalthea] Detective Roy Gregory, and Danica's corpse[hr][hr]
[/center]The sound seemed to vanish as Riley dragged her over to socialize with people. Almost like her mind was taking snapshots, she saw Tank wink at her, and heard Riley introduce the two of them to the rest of her neighbors. She blinked, watching as a dark shape fell out of the corner of her eye. The music playing at the party sounded almost like grotesque circus music, but she couldn't have been certain.

With a thud, she watched as a table was flattened by a falling body. Metal implements flew into the crowd, one hitting Riley right beside her. Her heart beat hammering, Cecily [i]knew[/i] that she ought to check to see if Riley was okay. But all she could think about was the mantra that had been drilled into her as a forensic technician.

[i]The first step is to secure and isolate the crime scene. Per Locard's Exchange Principle, every contact leaves a trace. Act quickly, and these traces will be preserved.[/i]

Blinking again, time suddenly seemed to speed up again, as Cecily rushed towards the falling body. 

[color=#00ccff]"No one touch it! No one touch anything!"[/color] Cecily shouted, her voice hoarse and foreign to her ears. Hoping that Roy and Tank had already gone up to the roof to investigate, Cecily pulled out her phone, her fingers fumbling as she dialed the number for the precinct. Leaving a message with whomever was in charge, she asked for back-up and a forensics team to be sent to Boston Heights.

Pulling her hair back up into a ponytail and wishing that she carried a pair of latex gloves on her, her eyes were attracted to the blossoming hole in the girl's face. [i]Danica, I think...[/i] Cecily pondered, refusing to let herself touch it. She remembered seeing photographs of dozens of suicides, all of them similar to this.

But the rule of probability had been drilled into her--it was too strange for a suicide to happen at the Block Party, right after the Glencross girl had done the same. Two deaths, both suicides by guns. 

Of course, it wasn't up to her to determine cause of death. That would be the Medical Examiner's job. Taking a deep breath, Cecily glanced around at the dozens of people. All of them were witnesses. All of them would need to be interviewed and processed. Statements would be taken, fingerprints entered into AFIS and the gun in Danica's hand would be analyzed. Already, she could see the paperwork piling up, the court cases, the struggle to find some sort of meaning...

She knew very well that most cases never went to trial. She knew that her job was often for nothing, that it was futile. But she did it anyways.

[color=#00ccff]"Could everyone please take a step back, please? And, erm...If you got any blood on you or anything, try not to touch it..."[/color] Cecily asked awkwardly. 

It wasn't every day that she was at the scene of the crime when it was committed. They never really trained her for this.