[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 cackled, even as she was practically immobilized underneath Marc. It had been ages since she had gotten a good romp, letting herself do whatever she pleased to whomever she pleased. The asylum was so constricting in that way, but the fine mist of blood did serve to bring a smile to her face. It was beautiful, almost like fireworks. [color=ff99ff]"D...O...A...Is that like OCD?"[/color] Jaina giggled. [color=ff99ff]"All the acronyms in the world, all the plans...But just have a little fun! Chaos, chaos, chaos...It's the happiest thing ever, agent!"[/color]

She closed her eyes for a moment, looking like she was savoring the moment on a spiritual, almost religious level. [color=ff99ff]"Why so serious, agent?"[/color] Jaina asked, her eyes opening again. [color=ff99ff]"You don't like this game?"[/color] She giggled again, whistling a funny little tune to herself. Struggling a bit to get a better look at Cynthia, from her position on the ground, Jaina's mind then realized the word from earlier. She had been distracted by the acronym, and hadn't thought about what it could have meant.

[i]Tranq.[/i] As in, [i]tranquiziler.[/i] Her laughter ceased for a moment, as her eyes widened and then narrowed in understanding. She had had plenty of drugs, plenty of medical treatments. And she [i]hated[/i] them. [color=ff99ff]"No!"[/color] Jaina hissed, before using the only weapon she had left--her head--as she attempted to headbutt Marc as best as she could. 
[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 nodded at the paramedic, letting them take over with the orderly. And as she heard them declare him dead, her heart sank a little. It was a dangerous job, working in the asylum. The orderly had a family--a spouse, kids, dogs, loved ones--that they would never return to. But it wasn't the time to get misty eyed. Turning to the rockstar, Iris nodded. [color=99ccff]"The other buildings have padded rooms,"[/color] Iris explained. [color=99ccff]"But leaving the Ludwig building, c'est pas grave, but...probably not the best. We could bring her to her room, station a few orderlies there."[/color]

Fortunately, Cynthia seemed to be fine--almost too fine. Her joy at the death in the room wasn't the best of signs, and made Iris feel a little more bleak about Cynthia's chances of rehabilitation. Her sanity seemed to ebb and flow. Walking over towards her patient, as to not be in the way of the paramedics attending to Felix and the orderly, Iris forced herself to smile at Cynthia. [color=99ccff]"Perhaps we ought to move you out of here, Cynthia...We can fetch you some strawberries, if you'd like."[/color]

It wasn't exactly protocol--but to be fair, there wasn't a protocol for this exact situation. She hadn't been working at the asylum for ages, but still, this was unexpected, to say the least. This was the halfway building, for women who were almost ready to rejoin society. Slaughters on this level were unprecedented. 
[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 nodded, laughing tiredly. [color=00ccff]"It feels like it's been a month,"[/color] she commented. The events of the day all had a way of blending together, into one stream of consciousness characterized by pain and confusion. Her shoulder ached fiercely, and as she put on the helmet and mounted the bike behind Caesar, she felt the pain as she gripped onto him tightly. She didn't want to have evaded death at Queensguard's Private Airfield, only to die by falling off of the trike in Justice traffic. It'd be anti-climatic, to say the least. And make for a poor gravestone inscription. 

Cecily appreciated the leisurely-ish pace of the ride to the restaurant, taking the moment to just breathe and watch the buildings and streets rush past them. With such a stressful and eventful day, it was the most quiet moment she had had, and it was nice. She felt a little calmer by the time they arrived at the restaurant, getting off of the trike. At Caesar's description of the man, she wasn't sure whether or not it'd be rude to laugh. [color=00ccff]"He sounds...charming."[/color]

The restaurant didn't look like anything fancy, and Cecily figured there was a reason behind that. Most of Caesar's decisions seemed to revolve around security, in one way or another. It was a bit different from the way she usually lived her life--with her restaurant choices based off of Yelp reviews. As she spotted the gigantic man, who was easily at least a foot taller than her, she glanced back at Caesar for a moment. Yeah, she could see those two being chums. 

[color=00ccff]"It's Cecily,"[/color] she said awkwardly, uncertain as to whether or not to protest to being called little, when she physically was quite little next to the man. [color=00ccff]"I'm not sure I understand it all quite myself..."[/color] she admitted, glancing back at Caesar. This seemed to be more his area.