[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 (Hallway in Hell)[/center][hr][hr]Cecily couldn't help but be reminded of her parents when Keystone used a voice to text command, instructing his phone to text Caesar and dictating a message. Her mother and father relied on Siri a bit more than was healthy, and she had countless memories of time spent with them shouting at the phone to schedule appointments and to make calls. Of course, that was perhaps the only similarity between Keystone and her parents. Her parents were greedy lawyers and Keystone was a giant. Very different people. 

[color=00ccff]"Gotcha,"[/color] Cecily agreed, not thrilled about the possibility of being in the line of fire. Sticking behind Keystone, a walking mountain, seemed like a good idea, as cowardly as she felt it was. [color=00ccff]"It's a [i]Harry Potter[/i] reference,"[/color] Cecily added, as Keystone asked about the broomstick comment. She had started off saying it as a joke a few months back, but it eventually stuck in her vocabulary. 

She hurried after him, grimacing a bit at the sound of screaming. She could only hope that whoever the hostage was, they were as lucky in their encounter with Proserpine as she had been. It wasn't long before they rounded the corner and Cecily's heart beat a bit faster, recognizing the blonde haired woman. Even after this was all over, she was sure that Proserpine would haunt her nightmares. The woman had a needle stuck into a hostage's neck, with a gun trained on her by none other than Marc Tinder. The truly shocking thing, however, was the revelation that the hostage was Proserpine's daughter. 

[i]She's batshit crazy,[/i] Cecily thought to herself, seeing a woman ready to kill her daughter and simultaneously going to extreme efforts to abduct her. For a moment, Cecily wished that [i]someone[/i] would just shoot Proserpine already, even if it meant the hostage losing her life. But the instant the thought ran through her mind, she couldn't help but feel deeply ashamed. Proserpine may deserve to die, but that didn't give Cecily the right to disregard the hostage's safety. 

But true to her promise, the young coroner kept behind Keystone, waiting for the Hulk-sized man to make a move. This was his element, not hers. If she wanted to survive this day, she'd need to treat his word as gospel, she figured. 

Meanwhile, Iris was waiting apprehensively in Cynthia's room. She was tugging on her hair, wanting to go out and help, but knowing she'd ultimately only get in the way. The asylum had already mostly gone on lockdown after Jaina and Cynthia's attacks. If she was to leave the room, she'd only be putting herself in danger. Odds were, all of the other patients had been brought to safety. The SWAT team might not have been there yet, but she had to have faith. The only problem for the doctor, of course, was that this entire situation made her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't help anyone.