[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Grimm, Indiana (Police Station)
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	[color=00ccff]"Please don't fuck anyone, we don't need a Daken running around,"[/color] she told Roy, referring to one of the comic book characters known for both his sex appeal and being the son of Wolverine. Of course given that this was Cecily, she didn't care much about the former and instead focused on the latter. She nodded her head slightly as Roy asked her if Keystone knew anything else, typing out a message on her phone and texting it to the man in question: [color=00ccff][i]Interesting. Anything else you know?[/i][/color] she replied. She then glanced up, just in time to see Roy spill food onto the ground and she sighed a bit. 

	[color=00ccff]"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit of a slob?"[/color] she pointed out. However, her mood quickly soured as she saw Roy take his gun out and her heart started pounding. They had gotten away from Justice. She had gotten away from Caesar's secret lair of a home in Mexico. Natasha had most likely been murdered in front of her. And now, here she was, in a completely new city and already the danger level was hitting the fan. The fun of talking comics and watching Roy act like a child was over. Her survival instinct was telling her to run away, to avoid all of this and just go to the safety of a university. But she wouldn't ever be safe again - she knew that, deep down. She knew too much probably - or had gotten into the way - or some other justification that a super villain would use for having to order her death. 

	She nodded slightly, her hands shaking a bit as she stayed behind Roy and followed him. She had a bad feeling about this.