[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/239206501/large.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Crime Scene)[/center][hr][hr]With the events of the day (and by extension, the last few weeks), it felt good to have Keystone shadowing her, serving as a bodyguard. It also added a certain aura of legitimacy for the young coroner. She figured that there would be those who wouldn't respect her, mostly from her short stature, young age, and lack of inexperience compared to old pros like Wallace. But with Keystone and Caesar hanging around her, she figured people would be a bit intimidated into taking her seriously. 

After getting directions from one of the forensic techs, Cecily entered the asylum and headed to the crime scene. She grabbed a pair of gloves from the same tech and snapped them on, looking over the grizzly scene. There was blood everywhere, as well as the body of an orderly on the ground. Bagging and tagging was underway, mostly in regards to the body, and Cecily couldn't help but think this would be a wonderful exercise in blood spatter analysis. 

[color=00ccff]"Yes, just a few quick questions,"[/color] Cecily said to the orderlies. Glancing down at the body, she figured he was an employee here at the asylum. [color=00ccff]"Could you give us a breakdown of what happened? Identification of the victim as well? And then, if you could put the blood stained clothing into evidence--I imagine you won't be wanting it much longer."[/color] 

She blew a piece of her hair out of her eyes, not wanting to touch her hair with her gloves. It looked a bit comical, but she didn't care. Evidence contamination might not have been her biggest problem, but it was certainly up there. [color=00ccff]"We'll also be sweeping the facility in general,"[/color] Cecily notified the orderlies. They'd need to find Proserpine before it was too late--and she wouldn't have been shocked if Caesar had already gotten started on that mission. But without her dealing with the crime scene, they wouldn't have been able to enter. 

[color=00ccff]"If you have security camera footage, we'd love to get a copy of it."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/23e2c2e02a7e496345c514640d5cc393/tumblr_mucxwyECoW1qcj7k0o4_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Cynthia's Room) [/center][hr][hr]Iris had been about to leave and fetch the sorbet for Cynthia, when she heard Marc dismiss the orderlies. She didn't know this man and had no knowledge of what capacity he was there in. All she knew was that he seemed to be familiar with Cynthia and possess a great deal of confidence, as well as skill in using a gun. Quickly, she changed course and headed after him, going into Cynthia's room. As she walked in, she saw the two embraced in a familial manner, and she smiled a bit to herself. 

Standing in the room with them, Iris let them chat, seeing what looked like a sane Cynthia. Now [i]this[/i] was a woman she could understand being placed in a halfway house. There must have been some event that triggered her--the entire chaos with Valentine--and then there was the scene in the visiting room, of course. Her insanity made sense, in a way. But then the conversation seemed to take a dark turn, and Iris frowned ever so slightly. 

[i]Jenny Green?[/i] Iris wondered, her mind recalling the picture she had seen earlier. Her memory was photographic, after all. If Cynthia's mother was actually an adoptive mother, it would explain the "aunt" who came to visit her in Seattle. It put more context to the strangeness of the visit. And as a voice called out from the doorway, Iris nearly jumped, gasping a bit in surprise. She had been so focused on Cynthia, she hadn't even noticed someone come to the doorway. 

Iris looked over at the stranger, with a horrible feeling in her stomach. For a moment, she regretted not answering her brother's calls and texts. But it was silly, she reassured herself. She was perfectly safe--Cynthia just happened to have received another visitor during all of the chaos. [color=99ccff]"Miss Green?"[/color] Iris asked, looking at the woman. She wanted to believe that nothing was the matter--but it was also her duty to protect and help Cynthia. The very least she could do was confirm the identity of the visitor.

And hope that the Relic fellow had been terribly wrong.