[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] [color=99ccff]Perception, Psychology, Photographic Memory,[/color] [color=ff99ff]Intuition[/color][/center][hr]	[color=99ccff]"[sub]1[/sub]Bien sûr,"[/color] Iris responded, making a mental note to tell Cratty not to interfere with the police investigation once she was off the phone with the agent. She recalled Risa in her mind and wished that while she was gifted at graphic design, that she could have been just as good at sketching by hand. [color=99ccff]"She had pierced ears, blue eyes, light skin, and brown hair...About 1.6 meters tall. Her build was very limber and lean, as if she did pilates regularly..."[/color] Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember any other pertinent details. [color=99ccff]"[sub]2[/sub]C'est possible que she was with someone, but I only saw her alone."[/color]

	Aside from her seeming expertise in areas atypical for a translator, nothing else came to mind for Iris. But she hoped that she had given Marc enough information. She gave him the best physical description that she could, thankful for her photographic memory. It came in handy in her schooling and proved useful in her work. Maybe it would prove useful enough to help Jaina and Cynthia, whereas yesterday and today, Iris' skills had fallen short. Two patients down in two days - if she was lucky, they'd be found and brought back safely before the week was over. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Walsh?"[/color] Jaina repeated. [color=ff99ff]"Walsh, Walsh, Walsh, Walsh....Walsh. Nah, your name sounds fake. But it's okay - I won't tell anyone you're Prince Harry. Risa! He is [i]not[/i] Prince Harry!"[/color] Jaina called out. She was a bit disappointed when the line went dead and Cynthia was no longer on the other end, but Risa assured her that they'd be there quickly. She had so much to catch up with Cynthia about. And then she'd get to see the Russian Circus that evening! Everything just seemed to be coming up Jaina that day. 

	She accepted the crayons and coloring book from Risa, hesitating for a moment. She then turned the book so that way the spine was facing her and pulled out the first crayon, peeling back the paper. She then began to furiously run the crayon up and down the spine, attempting to shave it off into a makeshift shiv. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she'd then carefully place it back in the box before moving onto the next crayon.  

[hider=Translations]1 = Of course
2 = It's possible that [/hider]