[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily[/color] & [color=99ccff]Iris[/color][/h1][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]	Iris couldn't make out much as she peeked out into the hallway from Cynthia's room. She heard what sounded like a long line of cursing in Spanish, as well as a rough British accent. She couldn't help but be a bit curious at the latter, more accustomed to the colorful accents of America as of late than the accents of her own country--or rather, one of her countries. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she couldn't stand hiding in the room much longer and she headed out, following the sound of the voices. 

	As she rounded the corner and saw the agent, kicking the wall, and three others, her face fell. Cynthia wasn't among them. She almost didn't recognize her cousin from behind, with Cecily tapping away at her phone. Iris bit her lip, deciding whether to check in with her cousin or to check in with the agent. She eventually decided on the agent, making her way over to him. 

	[color=99ccff]"She got away, didn't she?"[/color] Iris said softly, a certain sadness to her words. [color=99ccff]"Quel dommage...What can I do to help, agent?"[/color]

	Meanwhile, Cecily's eyes flew over the Google search results. She looked first through the wikipedia entry for Julia Tutwiler, reading about the champion of education and prison reform over a century ago. Beyond her advancements for women, the entry didn't interest Cecily too much and she went onto the next result: the Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women. It wasn't exactly her idea of the best way to honor a person--naming a prison after them--but that was just her opinion.

	[color=00ccff]"It's a prison,"[/color] Cecily murmured to herself, scanning the page on the screen. As she read on, she couldn't help but feel certain that the prison was what Proserpine spoke of. It was ranked as one of the worst prisons in the United States in 2013, and there were sections on sexual abuse and violations of the US constitution. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she read on, and then moved onto the next result: Lynda Lyon Block. Beyond her execution at Tutwiler, Cecily wasn't sure what to look for as she read on the results. But she kept the name in the back of her mind regardless. Maybe it would mean something.