[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/56f39236d6dcc563ce576a35b67b4ffb/tumblr_inline_nvc59s8Cei1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily laughed, grinning at Natasha's comment. She was a woman after her own heart, someone who understood the need to joke about death, in order to cope with it. If Cecily didn't let herself make jokes about corpses, she would've been back at the therapist, talking about the overwhelming urge to just walk into the bay. Her friend Bonnie had largely been the same, though the part time forensic artist had been hospitalized. Cecily never made an attempt. [color=00ccff]"As long as no crazed blondes burst in through the door, I think we'll be fine,"[/color] Cecily replied, watching as Natasha worked. It was like she was back in her advanced biochemistry course at university, asking the professor questions whenever she was stumped, only her examination would be of a far more practical and urgent nature. 

[color=00ccff]"Consider it done,"[/color] Cecily nodded, pulling out her phone. She didn't check to see if Riley had replied, figuring her roommate was getting some much needed rest. A verbal phone call tended to be protocol, but this was the one place where Cecily made an exception. She absolutely loathed talking on the phone, preferring to write out her message exactly, and avoid any awkwardness from a phone. She sent the following text to Caesar:

[center][color=00ccff]We have come into new evidence on Lorna and Alicia's case. The bodies will be kept for another twenty-four hours. I'll be at the Heights tonight if you want to talk -C.A.[/color][/center]
Cecily nodded a bit, once again noting the fresh brand on Alicia. [color=00ccff]"She was branded as well--but not in the way a serial killer brands their victims. Another stiff was branded too, but far older...It might be just a gang, organized crime, a cult...But the decedent [i]definitely[/i] knew her killer."[/color] Noticing Natasha stretching, she couldn't help but imagine she was stiff. She tended to have to bounce up and down a bit to loosen her legs after long shifts. Fortunately, a hair dryer was kept as one of the more rudimentary analysis techniques--for ensuring sufficient dehydration of substances, helping the hair conscious workers, and for document analysis. Heading over to the cabinet, Cecily rummaged through, before pulling out a hair dryer. It was a bit beat up, and she extended it to Natasha. [color=00ccff]"This work?"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/22dcaf3fb957b2dbca4851a252a767b6/tumblr_inline_mfhw8gaWlA1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Imperial Apartments 4C[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"Precisely,"[/color] Tuesday smiled, almost as cute as a button. Ronnie had stuck with her through some hard times, and on a few occasions, she had almost asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend. She hadn't dated a man in years, learning more about herself the more chemicals she took. Any proponents who explained homosexual tendencies as genetic would have had a field day with the Ridgeway twins--both of them enjoyed those of a female persuasion, after all. Watching over his shoulder as he looked at the forensics department, Tuesday didn't recognize the listing of names. The website didn't lend itself well to drug addicts attempting to track down the new coroner.

She frowned at Ronnie's suggestion. Mark was probably down at the Boston Heights. Unlike most of the cops in this city, the man wasn't an idiot. [color=ff6600]"Fine, fine. But if the feds are there,"[/color] Tuesday paused, thinking of what would scream model citizen, [color=ff6600]"we met in AA, you're my sponsor and I'm five months clean."[/color] Most of her high school friends, she figured, didn't know about her second stint in jail, and five months seemed impressive enough. 

[color=ff6600]"Your ass better not be driving,"[/color] Tuesday grumbled, grabbing the few things she needed to leave the apartment. She didn't care if Ronnie had gotten hold of a clunker. He might have been getting off of the hard stuff, but Tuesday wasn't inclined to getting into any car he was driving. Getting into a car with an addict behind the wheel had resulted in her first stint in prison--she didn't look forward to a third. Public transportation in Justice wasn't too bad, as well. [color=ff6600]"Come on, let's go visit Rye."[/color]