[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/091be3a135259fc8b99c27be629a600c/tumblr_inline_nvc5yulu9U1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily's phone vibrated incessantly, receiving texts from Riley and Caesar. She peeked at them quickly, before shoving the phone away, seeing no need to reply at the moment. Caesar continued to frighten her, but over the last week, she had become more accustomed to the grieving Mexican. Ironically, it was when Caesar was at his most dangerous that he ceased to terrify the forensic analyst. 

[color=00ccff]"You're doubly welcome,"[/color] Cecily replied, before watching Natasha get to work. Forensic analysts used entomology on occasion in order to date crimes, and while she was educated in Pittsburg and then employed in California, she hadn't learned too much about the field. She knew enough to follow the procedures and perform the needed calibrations, as it all boiled down to chemistry and biology in the end. [color=00ccff]"I have a feeling you'd like the Body Farm,"[/color] Cecily commented, remembering the more disturbing technique developed there. It was a process called degloving. Skin could sometimes be peeled off in patches, and worn like a glove. A technician would then simply take a fingerprint, while wearing the skin of another. 

With a fresh set of gloves on, Cecily nodded, grabbing the skin delicately. [color=00ccff]"Cyanoacrylate and heat, yes,"[/color] Cecily replied, with a bit of a smile. [color=00ccff]"The carbon and tape method is simply awful...I really hate lifting prints off with the dust as well, it makes a complete mess. Heating iodine is my favorite method, mostly for the purple color it gives the print...But in honor of bad movies, we'll do the superglue and heat method."[/color]

Cecily set to work, motioning for Natasha to follow her, if she was curious. Fume hoods were generally the preferred method for doing it, but she had once heard that someone used a fish tank. Handling the patch of skin carefully, Cecily prepared a high molar concentration of cyanoacrylate and heated it, using a hot plate. Setting the makeshift contraption inside of the fume hood, Cecily watched carefully, seeing the print come to surface. 

[color=00ccff]"Our latent print is now a partial print,"[/color] Cecily grinned, excited for the small break in the case. Careful not to breathe in the fumes, Cecily collected the print that had formed, and then put the skin from Alicia on the tray next to her corpse. She slid the fingerprint inside of a bindle, filling out the paperwork and the information quickly. [color=00ccff]"I'll run it through A.F.I.S. and see if anything comes up,"[/color] Cecily offered, though she was skeptical about it. [color=00ccff]"We're much more likely to be able to use this to test for suspects...Though we can't [i]exactly[/i] force everyone in Justice to give us fingerprints....Thank you, Dr. Brinne."[/color]

And then, in a method to help with her own paranoia, Cecily removed the print from the bindle and photographed it. Having done so, she put it back inside, and texted a copy of the prints to Gregory. She expected that someone would burst in at any moment, ready to finish the job. The more she investigated the deceased, the more danger she felt she was in. Cecily already knew that she'd likely be killed for knowing too much. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c91fcbb7259f4fd1d05906943844df12/tumblr_inline_mfhw9bZPUf1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Imperial Apartments 4C ---> the Bus ---> Boston Heights[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"Just making sure that you don't get any stupid ass ideas,"[/color] Tuesday reassured him, jokingly hugging Ronnie with a single arm. She climbed onto the bus behind him, taking a seat by his side. It smelled awful on public transportation, and Tuesday let out a brief sigh, momentarily reflecting on how different her life could have been. Had she not made an idiotic choice in college, she wouldn't be sitting in a cramped bus that smelled of piss and farts. She glanced out the window, noticing as a confident man strolled by, acting like he couldn't care less where he was. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. 

No one lasted long in the Deadlight District with [i]that[/i] attitude. [color=ff6600]"What do you think you'll even find?"[/color] Tuesday asked, not intending to sound unsupportive. [color=ff6600]"The police don't give a shit about anyone, man. It can't be healthy to fixate on it like this....Hell, you're only doing [i]pot.[/i] It's weird as fuck snorting crack alone."[/color]

However, she wouldn't press the matter more than that. Coming from the infamous Murder High, Tuesday had seen her fair share of dead bodies. Answers never made anything better, justice never truly existed, and even revenge couldn't fix problems. For all she knew, Marc could've only been in town because Riley freaked out. He was the caring type, and she wouldn't be surprised if that turned out to be the reason. [color=ff6600]"Look, I'm not saying nothing happened...But don't stop living because she can't,"[/color] Tuesday said, grateful for the short and relatively uneventful bus ride. She could see the Boston Heights looming into view, and as soon as the bus stopped, Tuesday would get off and head towards the Classic Building. 

[color=ff6600]"You texted Rye that we're coming over, right?"[/color]