<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Natalie Brewster</span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tim, Phaedra, Sarah, Brazil and Drake<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Locating a weapon wasn’t as easy as she had hoped, without the aid of the overhead lighting it was near impossible to see what objects were stored in the long drawers of the counter to which Natalie had been standing. Her finger wrapped around an object that could have been anything, and for a moment a feeling of elation flooded her psyche. However the cold steel slipped from her fingers the moment she became startled by the sound of a feminine voice confirming her private fears.<br/><br/>“ Oh yeah..good idea. Big bad convict might want a piece of you!”<br/><br/>The young dancer tensed, taking a moment to realize that the voice that had mocked her was not originating from within, putting the fear of yet another voice developing inside her delicate mind to rest. Abandoning her search for the time being, Natalie watched curiously as the blonde moved away. Only once Brazil had moved far enough away from the trembling brunette, did Natalie allow herself a moment of composure, releasing the breath that she had been holding.<br/><br/>The moment the large man dressed in orange rose from the floor, Natalie knew her choice to abandon her search for protection was a mistake.  He was huge and terrifying. His claim to the man wearing the trench cloak did not go unnoticed, drawing Natalie’s eyes to the chains that bound his meaty paws at the wrists. They should have made her feel secure, however with his warning they suddenly looked to be made of papier-mâché.  The scream that echoed in her mind remained silent upon her tongue as the only sign of fear burned in her soft brown eyes.  It was only when Tim accused the trench coat wearing man of hearing voices that Natalie began to wonder just how much she had in common with this odd group of misfits.<br/><br/>Her attention was stolen with the sudden influx of light that highlighted the dust particle in the air as its sliver stabbed the darkness, bringing some clarity where there had been nothing but uncertainty. The fridge had been opened by the young girl that had followed the stunning brunette into the deli. Natalie’s eyes focused on the silver steel serving spoon that rested upon the counters surface and sighed. It certainly was not much of a weapon, but with the light came the realization that these people were not as menacing as she had once thought. Though a voice whispered that she was still not to trust them.<br/><br/>She had stayed as silent as a mouse during the entire exchange, hoping to be forgotten or ignored. However, it would seem the others had other intentions. The first to address her directly had been the blonde she had seen outside of the library, though Natalie had found no comfort in the other woman’s delight in scaring her. The next to address the frightened young woman was the man in orange. It was odd, for a man so large and deceptively scary; he had been the kindest in the group so far, even causing her to blush as he winked before turning his attention to the blonde stranger.<br/><br/>"Don't you worry none, sweetness. I ain't gonna hurt you none."<br/><br/>Natalie offered Tim a small but grateful smile that pulled stubbornly at the corners of her lips and flashed for a moment in the depths of her soft brown eyes. Any comfort that had warmed her soul soon vanished when the trench coated man began to speak.<em>Why does he have to keep talking about killing?</em>Natalie asked  herself to which her only response was a pointedly sinister chuckle that stemmed from the recesses of her mind. It wasn’t long before Drake had turned his questioning onto Natalie.<br/><br/>"Which brings us to you two."<br/><br/>Natalie visibly jumped at his words. She knew they were all in the dark, but with his attention now directed upon her she felt as uneasy as she would have had he placed a heated spot light on her, demanding she tell the truth.<br/><br/>"What's your story?  Are you part of our misanthropic menagerie?  I'm Drake, by the way.  Big guy is Tim.  The goth girl is Sarah, and the businesswoman is Phaedra.  Between us, we're all arsonists, killers, and thugs."<br/><br/>Natalie glanced over her shoulder at the blonde wondering if she was going to respond, or more hoping that would be the case.  However, it seemed Drake was determined to have Natalie respond as he continued, introducing each member of their disparate crew.<strong>”My name is Natalie. Natalie Brewster”</strong>pausing, the young dancer waited to see if there were any signs of recognition. Her trial had been splashed about the internet and news. It was rare that another living soul didn’t put the pieces together the moment they learned of her name.<strong>”My doctor had arranged for me to join a therapy group. The one in the library…”</strong>again a pause, though this one was more for her benefit. It suddenly became apparent that had she been early or on time she would have been trapped in the fire along with each one of these strangers.<strong>”I don’t have much of a story. I didn’t do what they accused me of…I wasn’t sent to prison…they…they say there’s an imbalance…”</strong>Embarrassed, Natalie hung her head before continuing softly<strong>”I also hear voices…but I swear…I didn’t kill her. I…I honestly don’t remember what happened.”</strong>Almost as a second thought Natalie turned her gaze upon Drake and willed him to believe her next statement.<strong>”I didn’t set the fire. I came late and didn’t notice the building was on fire until I was inside. I tried to help! I…I pulled the fire alarm!”</strong>As if she was afraid they would not believe her, Natalie turned her pleading gaze upon each member<strong>”I tried to help you! Honestly!”</strong><br/>