[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c27b604ecdcddfd8cfc22964d23302c8/tumblr_oujjrbKEGC1uutgwwo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Pinto Rental Cars - Airport - Mexico
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Constitution (Passive)[/center][hr]	[color=00ccff]"Not a problem,"[/color] Cecily replied, taking Natasha's suitcase in her spare hand. That was one of the life skills her parents had arguably given her - the ability to carry numerous pieces of luggage on almost any terrain. Once, she had actually sat down to do the math and estimated that she spent at least 10% of her childhood in airports. She didn't even know what she could really call her hometown, so she tended to just give her birthplace - Seattle - as it made things simpler. Otherwise, the only thing with any real accuracy would have been one of the million Hudson News Stands that all airports had past security. 

	She followed Natasha into the rental facility, listening idly to the conversation in Spanish, despite not being able to understand just about a single word of it. Thankfully, it took far less time than she had imagined. She was prepared to spend about an hour or so there, entertaining herself with whatever thoughts came into her head, as Natasha spoke with the rental agency. [color=00ccff]"That was fast,"[/color] Cecily observed with a bit of a smile. 

	[color=00ccff]"And yeah, I drive stick. Got a deathtrap of an old chevy impala back in Justice,"[/color] Cecily explained. While they had made the '67 impalas as both manual and automatic transmissions, she had ended up with the manual one. It was a luck of the draw sort of situation and she was fortunate enough that her driving instructor, back when she lived in New York for a year, had insisted that she learn to drive a stick. [color=00ccff]"Are you good if I put on some music during the drive?"[/color] Cecily then added. She wasn't sure if Natasha would want the car as silent as possible, in order to rest. But she found that she always felt a little calmer behind the wheel when music was playing herself. [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] N/A[/center][hr]	[color=ff99ff]"Destiny is going to be there?! Oh, I [i]love [/i]her perfume!"[/color] Jaina squealed. It hadn't occurred to her that Risa was speaking metaphorically. No, instead her mind went straight to a girl she had went to high school with - Destiny Johnson. They both came from military families, but Jaina truthfully knew her because her twin had had a thing for her. She finished off a final cartwheel before sweeping into a bow, coming up just as Risa dropped the orderly. 

	She let out a content sigh before skipping over to Risa with a large grin on her face. The fun times just kept on coming! She could only wish Cynthia had been there to see the fun - but she'd get to see the Russian Circus that evening! She couldn't help but wonder what acts they were putting on - and maybe she'd be able to rejoin! She'd never put much thought into what she would do after she left the asylum, preferring to go wherever life took her. But she did miss the trapeze deeply. [color=ff99ff]"Let's do that again~! That was soooo much fun!"[/color]

	Meanwhile, Iris was pounding on the door. No one had come to let her out yet and what patience she had was growing thin. She had lost two patients in less than twenty four hours. While that may have been a relief to some psychologists, it was horrifying to Iris. She truly cared about her patients and wanted to help them, and she couldn't do that if they escaped from the asylum. Not only would the general public be in danger, but her patients were a danger to themselves. She didn't even want to think about what could happen if the police found them first. In her experience, officers were rarely properly trained as to how to handle the mentally ill. 

	[color=99ccff]"Allo?! It's Dr. Kingston, the translator locked me in 'ere!"[/color] Iris called out. She banged her hands on the door a few more times, hoping that the noise would attract someone over. Maybe Agent Tinder would be able to help Jaina as well, just as he was helping Cynthia. There had to be some sort of connection between the two escapes. Jaina and Cynthia had been good friends in the asylum - and for both of them to escape the facility in less than twenty four hours, it seemed more than coincidental.