<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 (mentioning Sam)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Natalie jumped at the sound of the deep, rough voice that ordered her to stand back and away from the door that she had been unsuccessful in opening. She stumbled back into the alley, hugging her torso tightly as she held her breath watching the orange clad stranger use his brute strength to force the door open, searing the splintered wood from the ancient hinges. Her right hand moved to cover her lips as a soft gasp of surprise caught in her throat. Natalie looked upon the scene with wide, startled eyes, unsure if she should go to him and assess the damage he might have caused. Fear and indecision had once more robbed her of an initial response. Natalie had lived her life being told what to do and when to do it by her mother and malicious dance instructor. She was simply incapable of making a decision for herself, or at least, not without some guidance.<br/><br/>As if her dilemma was answered by the gods, a striking dark haired woman that she recognized as a member of the fire escapees from the Library arrived, toting with her another young woman and a man dressed in a trench coat. The dark haired woman signalled for Natalie to enter the deli, thus ending her dilemma and bringing a simple solution to her indecision. She would simply follow the others into the relatively safe deli and take the much needed time to recoup and try to come up with a plan of action. Tentatively she stepped into the dark store, pausing near Tim, again struggling with the choice to help him or not.  Her heart urged her to bend at the knees and try her best to help the hulk of a man to his feet, but there was something about him that had her mind screaming for her to step away.<br/><br/>Unable to make the easy choice, Natalie stumbled back further into the room and pressed her body against the long counter. Her hands fumbled in the darkness seeking anything she could use as a weapon while the others discussed the big guys fate. They obviously knew something about him that Natalie was ignorant of, and it didn’t make her feel safe.  After all she didn’t know anyone in the room, anyone of them could be dangerous. She never considered that they might be thinking the same thing about her; after all, she wouldn’t appear to be able to hurt a fly to anyone. Okay, so she murdered her dance instructor in cold blood, but technically she had been acquitted of the act, deemed temporarily insane and had been under the care of doctors ever since. Natalie silently whimpered, wishing Sam had escaped with her. Her eyes widened in fear as the man in the trench coat asked the orange jumpsuited stranger if he was seeing them as some kind of threat. Panicked, her fingers fumbled in the drawers, desperate now to find something to defend herself with.<br/>