[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 saw the confusion in Caesar's face, yet she couldn't understand exactly why. To her, her words had been clear - Natasha had been inside the courtyard, it was too stuffy for her, so she went outside of the courtyard. But of course, one's own speech tends to make more sense to oneself than to others. Something that she said could be perfectly clear in her own mind, yet metaphorical to others. Hell, there could be other [url=https://78.media.tumblr.com/e56064277c012f855bba236fb7330a11/tumblr_oygjzrRnXM1ueflqxo6_540.gif]equally ridiculous options[/url] to convey the same idea. [color=00ccff]"...Okay. Yeah. I'll...I'll stay here then,"[/color] Cecily replied, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. This wasn't boding well for Natasha. What if she had gone outside to make a report on their location, that way Queensguard could send in their death squads? A few days ago, she would have doubted that they had elite task forces on call, ready to kill and slaughter but now...Now, she'd be a little bit let down if they didn't. They seemed to be the type of organization that bought cats for its highest officials, that way they could pet them menacingly during meetings. She watched Caesar slip away, before glancing over towards Thalia and the Luchadors. She didn't really feel right to go and interrupt their grieving process. She was fine, anyways. The bullet hadn't killed her and Natasha seemed to be satisfied with her recovery. She'd live to binge watch another show. Instead of going towards Thalia, then, Cecily awkwardly made her way through the crowd, attempting to look purposeful enough that no one would stop her to talk yet also not so quick as to stand out. She wanted the perfect medium that would let her fade into the background. [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 gasped for breath, holding her hand up in the [i]okay[/i] sign for Natasha. Her head was pounding and she rubbed at it, still processing what had happened. She had always known that a patient would attempt to attack her - but she had also always imagined that she would be able to handle herself. Had the translator from the UN not been there, she easily could have been dead, just like the orderly the day before. For the first time in her career, Iris felt wary about a patient. [color=99ccff]"Merci beaucoup. Ce n'est pas grave je pense mais...Merci,"[/color] Iris said. She didn't even realize she had slipped into French. She kept one hand on the back of her head, keeping pressure on it. It was the only thing helping with the pain at this point. Jaina hit the ground with what appeared to be a mixture of a scream and giggling. Or perhaps it was really high intensity giggling. It wasn't quite clear what was the case. The demented acrobat stayed down, her ringlets lying about in a mess, covering her eyes. There was a broad grin on her face, big enough to give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money. If one thing was certain, this was all a game to Jaina. None of this was to be taken seriously - hell, nothing ever was. It was all about what made her feel happy - living life to the fullest as only a psychopath could. [color=ff99ff]"Цирк отправил вас?"[/color] Jaina asked. [color=ff99ff]"Вы достаточно сильны для ... Что вы? Врач? Костюм-леди?"[/color] [hider=Translations]Merci beaucoup. Ce n'est pas grave je pense mais...Merci = Thank you so much. It's not serious I think but...Thank you. Цирк отправил вас? = Did the circus send you? Вы достаточно сильны для ... Что вы? Врач? Костюм-леди? = You're rather strong for a...What are you? A doctor? A suit-lady?[/hider]