<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>Natalie Brewster<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside what use to be the library, dazed and confused<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>everyone in group 2 that are close enough to her in the alley to hear her shout<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the palms of her hands pressing against her ears, Natalie tried in vain to tune out the frenzy of activity that assaulted  her from all angles. The angry commands from the police bounced off the grimy brick walls, echoing through the narrow alleyways. The sounds swam around her, forming mostly unrecognizable words, but the tone behind each one clearly indicated the panic and anger that boiled in the veins of the men in blue.  An all too familiar voice urged her to get up, to run away and seek out a secure hiding place or risk being found by those that would see harm come to her. Scared and alone, the young dancer got to her feet, plagued by the insistent commands that rang out inside of her mind, and tentatively stepped away from her hiding place. Her vision blurred the images that haunted the dark alleyway, leaving her unable to comprehend the shadowy figures that moved with purposeful intent towards her.<em>”Run Natalie! Go now! They’ll catch you and throw you in a small windowless room for the remainder of your days…you know you wouldn’t survive that!”</em>the voice mocked, seething with repugnance. Tears welled in her pretty brown eyes and spilled across her soft, grim covered cheeks, giving her the look of a helpless fawn, lost and confused.<br/><br/>She spun on her heels and blindly stumbled down the alley, desperately trying door after door, pleading with each one to grant her access and shelter her from the immediate dangers that amplified her panicked her disposition . Natalie’s frustrations grew with each plea cruelly denied, resulting in an uncharacteristic show of temper as she kicked at the stubborn slabs of wood and steel.  All seemed lost until she reached the rear door shielding the deli from unwanted guests. Unlike the others that had stubbornly remained stoic in their refusal to allow the desperate young woman refuge, this one showed signs of giving.<em>”Don’t be stupid girl! Call to them! You can’t break it down yourself!”</em>Nodding her head silently agreeing to the voice that had commanded her actions Natalie turned towards the advancing figures and screamed, her voice broken and horse, stinging her throat in its desperate plea.<strong>”THIS WAY! I CAN’T GET IT OPEN MYSELF….HELP ME!”</strong><br/>