[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]	Cecily blushed and beamed at the same time at Natasha's praise. She took the keys, twirling them around one of her fingers for a moment before popping open the trunk and getting their luggage tucked away. It wasn't a skill that she would ever list on her resume or expect to get any sort of job for, but her driving instructor had been right. It was a life skill that would come in handy one day. Cecily just never imagined it would be when getting a rental car in Mexico in order to leave the home of someone who made a team up of the Terminator and Cable seem like nothing, the day after being shot while trespassing into a research facility. 

	God, her life had gotten [i]weird.[/i]

	[color=00ccff]"Hmm. Something upbeat and that you can sing to?"[/color] Cecily requested, as she buckled herself in. Her shoulder ached a little bit and she was careful to keep the seatbelt from pressing down on the bullet wound itself. Putting the keys into the ignition, Cecily turned on the car, the engine roaring to life. She did a quick check of their mirrors and lights, before deciding that Natasha should be in charge of whatever climate control options the car had. [color=00ccff]"I'll let you pick the temperature - not sure if this thing has AC or anything, but make yourself comfortable. I can adapt to anything."[/color]

	She then pressed the button to her left, locking all of the car doors. She had watched one too many movies where while the protagonists were chatting in the car, the villain snuck into the back seat. She [i]really[/i] didn't want to be [i]that[/i] type of white girl in a horror movie. [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] None[/center][hr]	Jaina thought about it for a moment, before deciding that she'd likely get a bit tired if they kept doing that and she wouldn't be able to enjoy the performance properly. She then happily skipped after Risa, swinging her arms at her side as she whistled a tune under her breath. [color=ff99ff]"Ooooh it's gorgeous! It's just like blood~!"[/color] Jaina gushed, adoring the color of the car. It was bright and flashy - the perfect combination, in her opinion! Screw subtlety! She climbed into the backseat of the car, without showing any indication that she understood the urgency of the situation they were in. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Oh, you're handsome! And what's that accent...Don't tell me...British! I love the Brits! Do you have a cat? I hear Brits always have cats with them - and tea! Lots and lots of tea!"[/color] Jaina squealed, rattling off just about every British stereotype that she knew. She hadn't even bothered with her seat belt. When you didn't understand the concept of death, why bother with safety? [color=ff99ff]"Do you know the Queen? I bet you know the Queen. She seems like an adorable old lady. She should smile more - poor thing looks a bit grumpy at times. Maybe she doesn't like tea? Y'know, I've heard that if you don't like tea, coffee will do the trick! And if coffee doesn't help, there's always vodka!"[/color]

	[i]Meanwhile...[/i]Iris couldn't bring herself to smile, even weakly, as Nurse Cratty opened up the door and entered the room. There had been nothing that she could do for the orderly - she was a psychiatrist, not a guard or a medical doctor. Iris tugged on her hair, a habit that she had never been able to break and always seemed to pop up when she was nervous. [color=99ccff]"The UN translator kidnapped Jaina Sarbye. Jaina did this on their way out,"[/color] Iris explained with a heavy heart. She then rubbed her wrists a bit. [color=99ccff]"They had me tied up - I...I couldn't do anything."[/color]

	She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a minute. As much as she knew that it wasn't emotionally healthy to shove away feelings to deal with them later, she didn't have time to be panicked and mournful for the fallen orderly. [color=99ccff]"We'll need to shut down the asylum - again. Inform the police and get that translator's photograph plastered everywhere. What is the American protocol for that again? An... AMX? ABF? Never mind what it's called. I'll see if I can get a hold of Agent Tinder using my office phone. I'm almost positive the translator has something to do with the woman that abducted Cynthia yesterday."[/color]