[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/wj6tSS0P/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] The Asylum - Outside 
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]	Cecily's eyes widened with all of the destruction unleashed from her bomb. Maybe she should have considered an alternate career to being a forensic tech - she could have easily gone into demolitions like this. But beyond that, she had heard Riley yelling about having already shot someone. She didn't know who she was talking about, certainly not the serial killer in Grimm right as he had died. She slowly raised her head, lucky enough to not get hit by anything major like the others and she let out a breathe Cecily hadn't been aware that she was holding in. Roy was right by her and he fell to the ground, hit by some projectile resulting from the explosion. 

	[color=00ccff]"Roy??"[/color] Cecily panicked, crouching down next to him. Her eyes were wide - his hand was missing. It wasn't like someone had chopped it off, there was no bloody wound, he was just [i]gone[/i]. There was water in her eyes, probably from the smoke and debris in the air, and she gripped onto Roy's shoulders tightly. [color=00ccff]"Okay, just breathe, okay?"[/color] she said frantically, not really knowing how to help with this. Nothing she had ever seen before in her life could have prepared her for seeing Roy vanish in front of her eyes. [color=00ccff]"Stay with me, you can't go Roy, it's not allowed,"[/color] she said, just talking and hoping that somehow it would stop. [color=00ccff]"You're freaking Wolverine..."[/color]	

	She bit her lip slightly. [color=00ccff]"Come on, you gotta hold on,"[/color] she begged, her hands trembling with fear. He was the closest thing to a father she had - her real father was an emotionless, greedy, and coldhearted lawyer. Roy at least cared about her.