[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/b63a9cade494afd067aa00ec2ed46c61/tumblr_inline_mfhw6l2nVc1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday shrugged at Ronnie initially, wondering what exactly she could say. They had been friends back in high school, and admittedly, he had done a lot for her. He tried to get her cleaned up and back on her feet, as much as she kicked and screamed and argued the entire way. It wasn't Marc's fault that Tuesday ended up the way she was. The idea that she could blame a single person for her behavior beyond herself was largely gone. She had picked the druggie lifestyle--plain and simple. No one else forced her to. 

[color=ff6600]"We took the AP exams together,"[/color] Tuesday finally answered. [color=ff6600]"He scored better than me. I cried as my parents expected perfection. I thought we had a special something,"[/color] she finished, laughing lightly at the end at her small joke. Truthfully, Tuesday had tried to tell herself that she had a crush on Marc in high school, but even then, she vaguely suspected that she was about as straight as her sister. But if Ronnie had to know more, later would be a better time. She didn't want to delve into Marc visiting her in prison and watching as she went through the violent detoxing phase, just in case it gave him or Riley any ideas about sending her to rehab. 

She shrugged slightly as Riley closed the door, having already taken a peek inside. She didn't understand why her sister wasn't just living with someone in her band, and it wasn't like Riley needed help to pay the rent. Despite being twins, Tuesday couldn't help but feel she never understood anything that went on with Riley. 

[color=ff6600]"You've got to be shitting us,"[/color] Tuesday exclaimed, hearing that Cynthia was in a halfway house. [color=ff6600]"Thought she was permanently banana balls....Huh. Good for her."[/color] At Riley's comment, she recalled that she [i]had[/i] agreed to go car shopping with her sister. It was almost too work, keeping track of family relations. The prospect of moving, fleeing the city, was so enticing to her. With Riley watching her every move, it made it harder to smuggle product, and thus, harder to pay the bills. 

[color=ff6600]"You gonna share with the class?"[/color] Tuesday asked, noticing Roy smirking down at his phone again. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/ad94f0d1f92a6094b670ceecdb4295c4/tumblr_inline_nvc0uaoCvy1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily stared at the phone for a moment, clenching her hand slightly. She kept her cosplay supplies in her room, as well as her valuables--her comic books and other collectables. Those were the few things she had brought with her to Justice as she moved from Pittsburgh, leaving her life as a chemistry student behind in order to become a forensic technician. The Black Butler cosplay she kept in there had been a gift from her best friend in college, and he had moved back to England over a year ago. She huffed a bit, trying to think of an appropriate response over text.

[center][i][color=00ccff]This is why I don't do parties - C.A.[/color][/i][/center]
Sliding her phone away once more, she quickly punched her number into Natasha's phone, entering her name into her contacts. Hopefully she hadn't just given the mysterious shadow crime squad her information, but she couldn't help but like Natasha. And as Natasha gave the itinerary to Caesar, she felt more confident that if Natasha was a secret operative of some sorts, she was a particularly bad one. She could trust her. 

Grabbing her mobile kit, Cecily ensured it had plenty of vials, swabs, tubes, and virtually [i]anything[/i] she could think of that might come in handy. The container was a bit heavy by the time she was done with it, but it wasn't anything she hadn't carried to an active crime scene before. And with Caesar shifting to a seemingly more dangerous persona, she felt it was best to hurry, before he went from calm Bruce Banner to the Incredible Hulk. 

[center][i][color=00ccff]Catching a ride w/ Caesar there - C.A.[/color][/i][/center]
Heading outside, Cecily sincerely hoped that she wouldn't be returning to the office in a bodybag. It was a gamble, but she figured that if two coroner's in a row were murdered, someone would notice. It was the type of coincidence that would be taken seriously, and with the FBI in town, she felt a little better. Hopefully Natasha would make it out okay as well--she had literally been dragged into this mess, but there was still time, Cecily felt, for Natasha to get away from it, before it was too late.