[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 jumped a bit, as Thalia found her in her not-so-quiet-anymore corner. She wasn't sure how she had managed to lose sight of Thalia, only for the Gonzalez to end up right in front of her. If this hadn't been Thalia's cousin's wake, Cecily might've informed Thalia that she was wasted as a chauffeur and should look into becoming a certified ninja. But then again, it was entirely possible that Thalia [i]was[/i] a certified ninja already. With Caesar's family, it wouldn't have surprised her in the slightest. They seemed to be a clan of badasses that probably was the inspiration for Agent Melinda May. 

	[color=00ccff]"Oh, I'm not really hungry,"[/color] Cecily answered, though it was only partially true. It was more motivated by perceived social awkwardness than anything else. [color=00ccff]"And no, you should stay here. I'm fine - really."[/color] She didn't want to take her away from the chance to mourn someone who meant a lot to her. And Caesar had instructed her to stay with Thalia - so staying in the same general area had been her plan. Going back to her rooms probably wasn't the best choice. If anything, she'd find Natasha once she returned - hopefully, it had been a misunderstanding. 

	[color=00ccff]"How are you holding up, if you don't mind me asking?"[/color] Cecily then inquired. This couldn't have been easy.[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]	While Iris didn't have any medical experience outside of psychiatry and psychology, she [i]did[/i] come to the realization that she had been speaking in French. Since Risa had responded in the language, Iris hadn't thought much of it. It had been natural for her. [color=99ccff]"Oh dear, I'm so sorry...I hadn't realized I switched languages,"[/color] Iris apologized, her British accent strong once more. [color=99ccff]"It's a habit of mine. Dreadfully sorry."[/color] She did enjoy speaking in her two native tongues, but she felt bad for being as presumptuous (even unconsciously) that Risa would wish to communicate in both. 

	Jaina snickered at Risa's comments, her eyes sparkling with joy. The assassin was quickly winning over the psychopath's favor and affection. Yet given that Jaina could not understand the consequences of her actions, that didn't mean she wouldn't still attack Risa. It was how she played with people - some made it out unscathed, others joined the orderly six feet under with a bobby pin jammed into their jugular.  

	Iris nodded, grateful that Risa was going to attempt to ask. She couldn't understand Jaina's words, but the deranged patient was staying down for the moment - that was good. Her body language was positive, for the most part, and she didn't seem like she'd attack the translator. Of course, Risa was more than a translator - she also seemed to be well versed in fighting. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Khochesh' sygrat' v igru?"[/color] Jaina said after a pause, shaking her head as to rearrange her mess of blonde curls. A few of them landed on her face, with one of them even going into the girl's mouth. [color=ff99ff]"Yesli vy vyigrayete, ya rasskazhu vam, chto vy khotite znat'. No yesli ya vyigrayu ... mne pozvonil. Key?"[/color]

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Khochesh' sygrat' v igru? = Do you want to play a game? 
Yesli vy vyigrayete, ya rasskazhu vam, chto vy khotite znat'. No yesli ya vyigrayu ... mne pozvonil. Key? = If you win, I tell you what you want to know. But if I win...I get a phone call. Kay?
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