[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.org/7ksko0k9r/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico [b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Constitution[/center][hr] [color=00ccff]"Forensic techs normally don't - it's a little weird, I know. A friend of mine is a cop - and while I'm not officially his partner, he refers to me as such,"[/color] Cecily explained. She was feeling frazzled, meaning that she wasn't intentionally leaving out explanations. She instead was forgetting that other people didn't know everything she did. It was a classic case of [i]it made sense to me[/i] when it really [i]only[/i] made sense to that particular person. But as to whether or not she could trust Roy? He had hid is involvement with Juno from her, but he came clean about it. And he understood all of her comic book references - while that wasn't a qualification for trusting him, it certainly made Cecily like him as a friend. [color=00ccff]"Yeah, I can trust him."[/color] As Natasha grabbed her suitcase from the bed, Cecily knew that she had to make a choice soon - stay with Caesar or leave with Natasha. Natasha had saved her life and came with her, selflessly, to Mexico. Caesar made sure that she got out of Queensguard's complex alive. Natasha had pointed out that she could still climb out of this rabbit hole - while Caesar was dragging her farther into it. Both of them had a certain amount of self-interest, yet they also each tried to keep her safe. She felt entirely indecisive about what she should do. There was an argument for each side that she found compelling. In short, she was indecisive. She considered pulling out a coin and flipping it to make a decision, but her life could be impacted by the choice she was going to make. She shouldn't be so careless about this decision. Biting on her lip, she considered who in her life she could truly trust: herself. Old friends. Riley. Roy. She didn't know Natasha and Caesar very long, but... [color=00ccff]"I'll come with you,"[/color] Cecily finally decided. In that split second, she had detached herself from the situation at play, thinking about all of this like it was a comic book. Would she want the interesting side character (herself) to go with the strong female protagonist or the slightly cliché male anti-hero that would startle even the Ghost Rider? She'd want the female character. She'd want Jessica Jones or Scarlet Witch or Rogue. Just as she felt some of the tension and uncertainty melt away, she turned her head as she heard a knock on the door, seeing Caesar standing there with a file of some sort. She assumed that it had to do with Alicia - maybe the autopsy report or something similar to that. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc0a9f84cac592710128220e4db8bada/tumblr_oggm69aCVN1ueno0yo4_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Asylum [b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology (Iris)[/center][hr] Jaina giggled slightly, beaming as Risa mentioned how entertaining she was. While Risa was approaching her with caution, Jaina was almost entirely relaxed. Her limbs were loose, rather than tensed. But that didn't mean she wasn't ready to spring into motion if she decided to, but it'd be on a whim. Almost everything with Jaina was on a whim. See a necklace she liked? She'd grab it. Life was her playground and the only rule was that she needed to have fun. [color=ff99ff]"[sub]1[/sub]Pochemu ne russkiy?"[/color] Jaina asked, confusion clear in her voice. [color=ff99ff]"[sub]2[/sub]Zachem mne govorit' po-angliyski, kogda ona mozhet izuchat' russkiy yazyk, yazyk trapetsii?"[/color] Jaina tilted her head, sizing up Risa once more. If she had dated a Bazhooli, then she should understand. Had the Circus really sent her? Her eyes lit up brightly as another thought occurred to her. The Circus had sent her an assassin to [i]play[/i] with, knowing that she'd be bored. How kind of them! How brilliant! What fun she'd have! [color=ff99ff]"[sub]3[/sub]Yeshche kak statuya,"[/color] Jaina promised. Iris wasn't surprised that Jaina adored Cynthia's pictures - though she had a feeling Jaina was referring to the blood and not the paints. But if the translator had her talking, she couldn't dwell too much on that. Iris couldn't understand what Jaina was saying, but from her file, she had an inkling as to why Jaina had elected to speak in Russian. It was the language of the place she felt was her true home. [color=99ccff]"[sub]4[/sub]Oui, la fille qui peint des belles images...Elle vient d'être kidnappée. Est-ce qu'elle sache où Cynthia est?"[/color] Jaina's ears perked up as she heard [i]Cynthia.[/i] Risa had already asked her a little about her. The doctor, for some reason, wanted to find her friend. Jaina doubted it was to congratulate her on her latest artistic masterpiece. She didn't know what language Iris was speaking - and Risa at some points - but she didn't care too much. It provided her with a decent background to let her whims come to her and fill her with musings. She was starting to feel a little restless - and bored of this room. She wanted to have fun with the assassin - and maybe finish up her latest artistic response to Cynthia with the doctor's head. [hider=Translations]1 = Why not Russian? 2 = Why should I need to speak English, when she can learn Russian, the language of the trapeze? 3 = Still as a statue 4 = Yes, the girl who paints the pretty pictures...She was just kidnapped. Does she know where Cynthia is? [/hider]