[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8ngqwJYEV1qzn5f0o1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] The Asylum - Stairs
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Cool Headedness, Constitution[/center][hr]	Cecily was relieved to hear Riley's voice call back to her. It had been way too long since she had seen her roommate. The other female voice she assumed had to belong to Roy's partner, given that she had gone with Riley. [color=00ccff]"If you get to regenerate, hopefully Ms. Marvel isn't down there to fuck with me,"[/color] Cecily commented, trying not to freak out too much. She bit her lip, watching the near tragic re-death of Alicia but luckily, she managed to get to safety without taking Riley down with her. A few tosses and daring jumps later, they were on the right side of the staircase and Cecily was starting to lose her cool. They were definitely pushing their luck here. 

	The animalistic rumbling made the hairs on her arms stand straight up. The haze was already worrisome - now, there was the scent of fire in the air and this noise. She didn't hear what Alicia whispered, but when Alicia shouted [i]run[/i] Cecily wasn't going to stick around to argue. Whatever was going on inside of this asylum, she wanted no part of it. She tried to run, only to trip over her own feet and she fell face first into the stairs, her heart beating wildly and frantically as if it was trying to escape from her chest. The poor forensic tech was having a bit of a panic attack and every fiber of her being was screaming at her to run and get as much distance between herself and the asylum as possible.