[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/dd3034a1a2dd0ebec5c14019d125487d/tumblr_nuos4itckK1r0a0smo2_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]Jaina laughed her head off as Marc wrestled her to the ground, looking up at him with a deranged look in her eye. Cynthia seemed to be cheering up already, with the orderly's blood misting the air. Hearing the girl laugh brought joy to Jaina, and she smiled up at Marc as he got her to the ground. Her arms were behind her back, and there was a bit of discomfort to it, but Jaina made no sign of it. [color=ff99ff]"Cynthia, it's a game~! Don't worry!"[/color] Jaina called out. 

She paused for a moment, looking up into Marc's eyes. [color=ff99ff]"Ah, those are pretty,"[/color] Jaina commented, giggling a bit to herself. For a moment, it looked like Jaina was content to stay pinned on the ground, giggling. But the girl had been trained as an acrobat. Marc might have been heavier than her, but that didn't matter to her. She nearly headbanged him, but thought better of it, instead attempting to bring her feet in, and thrust upwards to knock Marc off of her. 

[color=ff99ff]"Do you the agent with the poofy hair?"[/color] Jaina asked, giggling a bit. [color=ff99ff]"She said I...What was it again? Second degree murder. But that's just silly. Look at him!"[/color] she squealed, nodding towards the orderly, who was bleeding out. [color=ff99ff]"He's fine! And looks much better like that, if you ask me."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/335ff1dfcb8f4f14605bd01e5f01432f/tumblr_mhjxq7jgZI1s4v93wo1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Heading To Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane[/center][hr][hr]Iris, meanwhile, was not having nearly as much fun. Beyond fencing, she wasn't much good in combat situations. One of the women in the room, a blonde she didn't recognize, looked to be on the phone with the paramedics. Then, there was the orderly with blood spraying out of his jugular. She stood there in shock for a moment, feeling incredibly and utterly useless. It took her a moment to come to her senses, seeing her patient, Cynthia, sitting on the couch, and a stranger wrestling another patient to the ground. 

[color=99ccff]"Bloody hell..."[/color] Iris muttered, before running over towards the orderly, who was bleeding out. She did her best to put pressure on the wound, but she doubted it would do much good. She wasn't a medical doctor, but she felt the chances of surviving a puncture wound to the jugular were slim at best. They'd be lucky if the asylum didn't go into lockdown at this point. 

[color=99ccff]"Cynthia, ma cherie, are you alright?"[/color] Iris asked, trying her best to help the orderly, but looking over at her patient simultaneously. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/0813c0d92c658df7e265eb25f173e82e/tumblr_ojixdaMwz11twi2hjo4_400.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily paused for a moment, before nodding. Truthfully, anyone could fulfill the work of a coroner. She wasn't even technically qualified for her own job, beyond an anal need to follow everything to code and to never leave a stone unturned. Plus, with her hatred of the phone, the prospect of shutting the thing off and ignoring it was rather nice. Putting her phone on vibrate, just in case, she shoved it in her pocket. 

[color=00ccff]"Yeah, probably for the best,"[/color] Cecily agreed, trying her best not to irritate her shoulder anymore than was needed. Iris was fine, most likely, and Darcy could be patient. She didn't need to jump to handle things for the extended family that she hardly ever saw. Her stomach agreed with Caesar as well, growling in approval at the idea of leaving to get food. 

[color=00ccff]"A mystery associate?"[/color] Cecily joked slightly, smiling a tad. [color=00ccff]"And food? Sounds like a good way to round out the evening."[/color] She then headed out the door, looking forward to leaving the morgue behind--if just for a little while.