Adamaris stood stock still, her eyes widened slightly, and though her eyes watered it had nothing to do with fear, or even grief, her eyes only showed raw fury. With a huff she turned to face the man who had done this, all she could do was shake her head, before taking a few forced steps towards Tony. As she saw his limp body a rough tear fell from her eye, she looked towards Roxy; surely the girl had to feel some remorse, some sense of grief or hurt for the boy that had always supported her. After facing and eying Roxy she turned back to Tony. She had to be the least bit strong, since everyone else was okay with it.
With a small, emotionless shrug Adamaris checked the pulse of Tony. He was really dead, no faint beat, nothing. She sighed, thinking only that he was somewhere...better? She didn't believe in religion but sure, Tony was somewhere deep in the heart of hell; sipping on iced water and taking his punishment like they all would. That made her chuckle, a light, strained laugh. At least he doesn't have to be trapped in an apartment for the rest of his life, that's good. She closed his eyes and smiled, as if she was finally relieved.
Walking away she practically leaped into the arms of her brother, hugging him and lowering her head as shameful tears dripped onto the gym floor. With a hiccuped sob she wiped her eyes, spinning out of Ricelle's grasp and straightening with a mild frown.
Ricelle watched as his sister allowed herself a quick mourning session, it hurt him as he did. She must have cared for him at least a little, to even move now was a life or death action. So as she ran into his arms he patted her head, and embraced her in an awkward manner. But when he left her he smiled, feeling grateful and appreciative of his little sister.
"Hey! Cyber freak, what in the world was that for? Do you always kill for no reason?" He spat, scowling at the man that was now in charge and crossing his arms. No man had the right to kill another, especially after something so stupid. If he was so confident in his work why did he care about shots from a stupid pistol? Sighing Ricelle took up a defensive/prideful pose; arms crossed, chest puffed out, eyes focused on the man, and toes curled, he was ready to run and or dodge.