[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]Cecily nodded, making mental notes of the information the orderlies gave her. It looked like an open and shut case: patients go nuts, orderly killed in the process, civilian wounded. The only critical involvement from her office would be ruling the death of the orderly as a homicide, which would severely affect the life of one of the patients. And while she did want to treat this crime scene like any other, she was slightly distracted. There was a murderer loose in the asylum that she was far more concerned about: Proserpine. 

[color=00ccff]"Thank you,"[/color] Cecily replied, a bit irritated that the security footage was in a different building. Her phone then vibrated with another text, and from the chance that it was Iris, she pulled it out. Reading quickly the text from Natasha, she grimaced. The hospital hardly seemed like the safest of places. She typed out a quick reply and sent it off:

[i][center][color=00ccff]Okay. Be safe! -C.A.[/color][/center][/i]
Putting her phone back away, she glanced back at Keystone, contemplating their next move. On one hand, Cecily wouldn't have been surprised if Proserpine had already destroyed any security footage. And with her being caught on live TV, the main benefit of those tapes, as far as she could figure, would be in ruling the orderly's death as a homicide. [color=00ccff]"We'll get those tapes on the way out, then."[/color]

It was irritating as well, the fact that the orderlies didn't have a change of clothing with them, but understandable. Her attention kept getting pulled in two directions, but when she heard the screams and the orderlies cursed in surprise, Cecily's eyes widened. [color=00ccff]"I bet my broomstick it's her,"[/color] she told Keystone, realizing once again her proximity to the insane woman who had attempted to murder her. They'd have to catch her this time--they'd have to. 

[color=00ccff]"This is probably more your area...I don't have a chemical test for this, so...Let's go get her, then?"[/color] Cecily asked, looking at the larger, professional man. She was terrified of Proserpine, but she was motivated as well. She could only hope the scream hadn't been her cousin's, but the accent sounded off. Though for all she knew, Iris might have screamed like that. The girl was funny like that. 

And where the hell was Roy?!
[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 felt sick to her stomach watching the interaction between Cynthia and her mother. The resemblance between the two was uncanny, and while Iris [i]knew[/i] that personality meant nothing when it came to blood relations, she couldn't help but find similarities between the two of them. Both of them seemed to have lost their grip on reality, in one way or another. While Cynthia's came out more in innocence, the other woman seemed to radiate danger. 

As Marc stepped in front of her, his vest fanned out slightly, Iris felt goosebumps running up and down her arms. Her arm hair stood on end and she was almost transfixed, watching a situation unfold that her education never prepared her for. It was the type of situation that arose in books and films, in her experience--what little experience she had, at that. She swallowed thickly as the woman pressed the syringe against Cynthia's throat. The pain it caused her was clear and Iris' heart broke a little more each moment, watching the events unfold. 

There was little she could do to help her patient, as Cynthia was dragged out of the room. She watched as Marc followed, nodding at the agent with his request for her to stay there. She was gripped by fear for what could happen to Cynthia, feeling that she had failed the girl. She took a shaky breath, her fingers feeling numb, as she pulled out her phone and sent a text to everyone whose information she had in the asylum: 

[center][i][color=99ccff]We have a hostage situation -Dr. K.[/color][/i][/center]
She wasn't sure what help it would bring, what with the asylum already in lock down, but she was a hopeful person at heart. Maybe they'd be able to block all the exits and free Cynthia from her "mother." The very least they could do would be to try. She could hear the screams of help and her heart broke once more for the girl.