[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: Private Hangar in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico[/center][hr][hr]	The conversation seemed to be predominately in English now, something that came as a relief. It turned out the priest was Caesar's brother and Cecily couldn't help but be curious about that. How did someone raise a priest and...Caesar? Was it a long lost brother sort of situation? She could hardly imagine Caesar growing up with a member of the clergy. It didn't make much sense, but it wasn't a question she would ever ask the man. 

	[color=00ccff]"Er, no, but thank you,"[/color] Cecily replied. She didn't want to hold up Natasha getting into the car, but hearing that it was air conditioned was a good sign. It'd help to keep Natasha out of the heat. 

	Cecily glanced at Benicio and Caesar for a moment, before following after Natasha. This was all incredibly personal stuff and they deserved space. She doubted she'd ever have kids, but if Ethan had been the one in that casket...it would've broken her heart to see her little brother like that. He was thankfully in school and far away from Justice. None of this should involve him. Cecily wouldn't want to drag him into this mess.

	Taking a seat in the limo, Cecily selected one that would allow Natasha to spread out as much as she wanted. She had noticed the doctor being basically in the fetal position and didn't want to be the reason that Natasha couldn't get the rest she needed. Cecily tuned out the conversation Natasha was having as best as she could, glancing over at the woman briefly when it was over. She hated talking on the phone and she couldn't understand why other people enjoyed it so much. She preferred to text. 

	[color=00ccff]"Are you feeling better?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Justice Asylum[/center][hr][hr]	Iris blushed slightly in embarrassment as Nurse Cratty doubted Iris' ability to defend herself. While she wasn't wrong and Iris was worried about Jaina attempting to kill her, she also wasn't [i]entirely[/i] helpless. She knew her way around a foil and she could run! That had to count for something, but she got the feeling that Nurse Cratty would only chide her if she said anything about it. She couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the young nurse as well. 

	[color=99ccff]"Merci beaucoup,"[/color] Iris said, smiling at Nurse Cratty as she led her to the isolation ward. [color=99ccff]"I really do appreciate this."[/color] Jaina had killed a man the day before. It wasn't a simple case of just adjusting someone's medication or assigning an extra few rounds of therapy--this was the deep end of deep ends. The death penalty was a possibility, though the insanity defense would likely protect her. Taking a deep breath, Iris set her hand on the door handle to Sarbye's room. 

	[color=#ff99ff][i]GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM![/i][/color] Jaina tried to shout, but it came out as insane giggles. She had just woken up as the sedative was wearing off and was still in that half asleep state. She hardly seemed to notice her surroundings or that she had been drugged. To her, it was just that her head felt a little funny, an experience that was hardly new. The woman bit down on her tongue, most likely by accident. But the sensation was curious to Jaina and hardly knowing any better, she bit down again--[i]hard.[/i] 

	She then proceeded to spit out blood as it started to bleed, her teeth stained red. It brought back vivid memories of what fun she had had with the orderly! And the beautiful art that Cynthia had made! Giggling to herself, Jaina rested her head back. Yesterday evening had been perfect~!