[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 nodded at Caesar's line of reasoning. They did need to know if Natasha was involved - but was this one of those situations where Natasha's life would be placed in jeopardy if she knew? But if that was the case, Cecily reasoned, then the very fact that Natasha went with them to Mexico was damning enough. She had gotten involved in something she didn't ask for - she deserved to know, at the very least. And if Natasha really was part of the organization already...

	[color=00ccff]"She went outside for some air, I think,"[/color] Cecily answered, not wanting to finish her thought. She didn't want to doubt Natasha. As much as she was a pessimist, Cecily couldn't deny that Natasha had helped her. She didn't want to believe that Natasha's aid had ulterior motives. While the odds seemed pretty high that Natasha was involved already, Cecily wanted desperately to have those suspicions proven wrong. 	[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/4a4c5003da8ff64e4a4343fa19903251/tumblr_ogzwt3F3cq1ur0nm7o5_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Justice Asylum[/center][hr][hr]	Iris nodded. She wasn't a linguist, but she was bilingual. To her, French was going to be easier than just about any other language - aside from English. With English and French, it varied each day as to which one she was more comfortable speaking in. Her father spoke French to her and her mother spoke English. When she was first learning to speak, she'd often mix the two languages together, creating an odd tapestry of the two. 

	However, she wasn't sure if introducing the translator before hand would actually do much good. [color=99ccff]"She is fairly far gone, but I don't suppose an introduction can hurt."[/color]

[b][i][color=#ff99ff]Previously...[/color][/i][/b]

	Jaina let out a yawn, attempting to stretch despite the restrains. As an ex-acrobat, she preferred to keep her body feeling loose at all times. It was natural and allowed her to keep up her flexibility. Craning her neck, she attempted to see if there was any indication that the doctor would be back in the room. She frowned sharply, finding none. How was she supposed to feel happy if she didn't have anyone to play with? 

	[color=ff99ff]"И для моего следующего трюка я убегу от своих узы! Я посвящаю этот трюк своему болельщику. Где он? Встаньте и дайте волну!"[/color] Jaina held still for a few seconds, before laughing manically. [color=ff99ff]"Now remember folks, please [i]do[/i] try this one at home..."[/color] Escaping from restrains - or really, escaping in general - was one of her specialties. Jaina tensed all of her muscles and attempted to break the restraints, or at least, to see how much slack she had to work with. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Luck was a lady tonight~!"[/color] Jaina squealed in astonishment. The restraints broke [i]easily.[/i] With the restraints broken, she managed to wiggle her way out of the mess, letting the relevant pieces fall to the floor. She then picked up the container of strawberries and pried it open, popping a good three or four in her mouth at once. Her cheeks inflated like a chipmunk's and she nearly choked, but managed to swallow the strawberries one at a time. 

	Now, some might have attempted to appear as if none of the restraints were broken and fool the psychiatrist into thinking everything was fine. It was a logical plan, one that would likely allow the desired escape. But for Jaina, this wasn't about logic. This wasn't about revenge or any of those dark emotions. This was about people in the way of her and her happiness. Playing with the doctors made her happy. Doing whatever she wanted made her happy. 

	And so, Jaina stood right in front of the door, eating strawberries, while she waited for Iris (or an orderly, maybe!) to enter the room. If it didn't happen in the next few minutes, she'd likely just try the door and walk on out of the hospital. 

[b][i][color=99ccff]Presently...[/color][/i][/b]

	[color=99ccff]"I will knock twice on the door to let you know that she is ready,"[/color] Iris told Risa. She figured it would allow the translator even a little more time to prepare herself mentally. Working with politicians or not, Jaina was truly and deeply mad. Smiling at the translator, Iris slipped inside the isolated room, letting the door shut softly behind her. 

	[color=99ccff]"Jaina, there's -- "[/color]

	[i]BANG.[/i] 

	Iris' skull was slammed against the door by the acrobat. She didn't feel the first blow as much as she heard it, her mind trying to comprehend the sight in front of her. Some strawberry juices ran down the corners of Jaina's mouth, looking suspiciously like blood. Coughing a bit, Iris tried to throw her hands out to push Jaina away, only for the acrobat to slam the psychiatrist's skull against the door once more. 

	[i]BANG. BANG.[/i]

	Her vision was a little blurry and Jaina was giggling now. It was like a game of cat and mouse, with Iris hardly able to catch her breath as her head was slammed repeatedly. If she had been able to form a coherent sentence, she would have told the woman to stop - that she didn't have to do this. It didn't occur to the psychiatrist that her last words may very well have been to the woman on the other side of the door.