[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/f17b18521e4bbbc219e0d9430af82ca0/tumblr_inline_nvc0d5SZLd1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily jumped slightly, hearing the door to the morgue open. Her hand flew to where she had concealed her pistol, a new habit born out of paranoia. Seeing a woman she failed to recognize, Cecily's heart started pounding more and more. Had Proserpine sent another friend to come back and finish her off? She gulped slightly, but at Natasha's kind smile and explanation, she relaxed, her hand falling to her side. An appointment with her old therapist was [i]definitely[/i] in order, Cecily realized with dismay. 

[color=00ccff]"Yes, yes, I'm Cecily Ashworth,"[/color] Cecily replied, smiling thinly herself. [color=00ccff]"Acting M.E. despite never having gone to medical school...Though I did watch all nine seasons of [i]Dexter[/i] but that doesn't really translate over as a skill, does it?"[/color] She laughed awkwardly, her eyes darting down to Alicia's corpse. The dead woman almost seemed to be judging her, for having the nerve to laugh and joke in a room full of death. Nearly mumbling an apology, Cecily reminded herself of Roy's warning. 

[color=00ccff]"I know this'll sound absolutely paranoid but...Could I see your I.D. and license and stuff?"[/color] Cecily requested. [color=00ccff]"Just need to be sure I really am talking to Natasha Brinne."[/color] Of course, as soon as Cecily would receive some form of I.D., she didn't know much about how to test for whether or not it was real. Forensics never really included "I.D. checking" as a form of specialization. 

Once she was certain of Natasha's identity, Cecily would step back slightly from the corpses, allowing Natasha to begin once ready. [color=00ccff]"I've done some preliminary inspections of the body--noted external injuries and the like, but I'm not well versed in medical terminology and such..."[/color] She couldn't help but regret slightly she had decided not to go to medical school. She had finished her degree a year early, and with her parents' funds, she could've done it without taking out a loan. Instead, she had accepted her first job offer and moved to Justice, the city of death. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/ad4eb069fef670c08eb12fd64959a481/tumblr_mez1s5irMs1rcj004o6_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Imperial Apartments 4C[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday glanced down, before shrugging. She truthfully hadn't cared. Strip searches tended to make it easier to deal with a lack of clothing, and for a moment, she considered making Ronnie give her his shirt. Instead grabbing an oversized and abandoned one in the corner, Tuesday pulled it on, mostly covering up her nudity. [color=ff6600]"I didn't realize we had a dress code,"[/color] Tuesday joked. [color=ff6600]"Are we going to the prom or something?"[/color] Of course, at her words, Tuesday instantly regretted the jest. Her prom hadn't been the best of times.

Accepting the burrito, Tuesday sat down on a chair, her legs crossed almost daintily. She bit into the food, her stomach growling in appreciation as she consumed the delicious breakfast food. At the mention of the FBI, however, she stopped eating. Setting down her burrito slowly, Tuesday took a deep breath. [color=ff6600]"Is fucking Marc Tinder here? If he is, I need to hide my shit in your place. He tried to get me clean during my first stint in jail. My bloody luck would be that he comes to 'check up' on me or some bullshit."[/color]

Mentally thinking it over, Tuesday squeezed her hand into a fist. If Marc Tinder was one of the agents in Justice, she'd need to move. There were other prisons in the world, other well to do inmates in need of a fix. Still, she had [i]just[/i] gotten herself established in Justice, and gotten herself some not-so-honest work. [color=ff6600]"I think Riley's girlfriend or something works for the government,"[/color] Tuesday offered, trying to distract herself with Ronnie's problems. She hadn't known Danica, but she figured she was important to Ronnie. [color=ff6600]"Could always ask her for help. But in the mean time...What's the drug of choice today?"[/color]