[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]: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico [/center][hr][hr]	Cecily couldn't help but admire Natasha's stamina and willpower. Most healthy individuals felt the need for a nap after a long flight and Natasha was ready to go, even with her cancer treatments. While she didn't have any faith in astrological signs, she couldn't help but feel that Natasha was the spitting image of a Taurus - strong, tough, and determined. As for Thalia...Well, Cecily couldn't help but feel confused. She didn't decide to be asexual - it just sort of happened. And alcohol...She just wasn't much of a drinker. It wasn't who she was. 

	[color=00ccff]"Alright,"[/color] Cecily said, consenting to carrying around a drink, though she was opposed to [i]getting her worm on[/i] or whatever Thalia's original suggestion had been. As Thalia apologized for being a bitch, Cecily couldn't help but feel a little awkward. Her cousin (right?) had died. She was murdered. Thalia had every right to be a bitch. With her own candle in hand, Cecily followed Thalia and Natasha out. She blushed a bit at Natasha's praise of her. Sure, she was a decent forensic tech but...Was she really that good?

	Once they reached the bottom, Cecily became hyper aware of her body movements. She stared intently at Natasha and everyone else who was lighting a candle, before mimicking their motions. She lit her candle and set it in place as well, hoping that she had done everything correctly. She felt like a sophomore in college again, heading to the instrument room to take her first ever infrared spectrum, just hoping it'd turn out okay. 

	And while all of this was for Alicia, Cecily couldn't help but feel that it was more for the living. When someone dies, they're dead. They don't know that their life is gone. It's those who are still alive that know and feel that pain. [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]	Jaina's eyes widened and then a moment later, they narrowed. While she adored strawberries, that hadn't been the deal. She had asked for a dole whip [i]with[/i] strawberries. Sighing a bit, Jaina started muttering to herself under her breath, before a wide and almost painful looking smile appeared on her face. [color=ff99ff]"Они пытались украсть мое счастье."[/color] She said variations of that simple sentence over and over, and Iris quickly switched on the recorder, managing to catch one of the recitations. She couldn't help but feel like a paranormal investigator on television, trying to record something unintelligible or nonsensical.

	[color=99ccff]"Who are they sending?"[/color] Iris asked, resting the recorder on top of the thing of strawberries. She wasn't going to distribute them to Jaina just yet. They may work better as a reward for cooperating with the translator. Iris was a bit surprised that they had someone to spare, with the recent bombing. 

	[color=99ccff]"I looked over her file - the use of Russian may be connected to a head trauma that a...Dr. Jacen Sarbye attempted to correct using experimental electroshock. If possible, I would like to get the records detailing the procedure."[/color]