<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted Patricide<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Standing outside Library, watching the window<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie, Sam, Tim, and anyone else coming out.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was fucking cold. Brazil was getting bored and stiff sitting and waiting. She worked her thick scarf over the lower half of her face, only her bright eyes showing, still keeping an eye on the front of the building. And Lo! Her boredom was abated when the Library's front doors slammed open, allowing a man and a woman to stumble forth from its maw. There was a fleeting thought on whether they might be a part of the Head group she was supposed to be in. Like it mattered. Her ass was getting cold. With a grunt she would rise from her perch, the leather of her jacket creaking as she stretched. Fingers would grasp her helmet, already turning back to the parking lot, intent on leaving. But a noise distracted her. Glancing to the side of the Library, she would hear the crunching of wood, as well as shouting, and would witness a new billow of smoke. Biker boots would crunch in the dirty snow as she made her leisurely way around the side of the building...<br/><br/>….just in time to see a rather burly man topple from a  window, landing on broken boards and in a snow drift. Pursing lips beneath her scarf, she would tuck her helmet under an arm, watching he entire scene unfold from about 20 feet away. A shapely hip would cock to the side, and were any to look her way, they might see a gleam in her blue eyes that was<em>not</em>empathy.<br/><br/>There was also the fact she was not rushing to help...