<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alice Beaumont<br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Stabbing her husband 47 times<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the public library in New New York<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><hr/><br/>The ancient building stood tall and imposing as Alice paused on the street in front of it.  Looking up at it made her feel small and insignificant, and although that wasn't an unusual state of mind for the thirty five year old to be in, what was unusual was that for once, it wasn't her husband making her feel that way.  The bastard deserved what he got, she thought bitterly to herself.  It was just too bad that none of the wounds she inflicted upon him were fatal.  That being said, if they had been, she'd have been unlikely to get off with just a few annoying councilling sessions.  And the silver lining was that she never had to see him again.  For his own safety, of course.<br/><br/>Checking her purse for her supply of candy, Alice popped a piece into her mouth and began climbing the steps to the main doors.  Had the stairs been leading her downwards, she would have felt like she was descending into the bowels of hell.  Too bad the ascent didn't have the opposite affect.  Somehow, Alice doubted that heaven awaited inside the library.<br/><br/>She entered quietly, following the sounds of muted, awkward conversation coming from what appeared to be the main reading room.  Smoothing the front of her coat nervously, Alice kept her eyes on the floor and almost scurried to an empty seat in the circle.  She had no desire to get to know the other members of the group, or to have them get to know her.  They were likely all criminals, and she just didn't associate herself with<em>those</em>kinds of people.  She was a wife and mother.  And besides...she had standards.<br/><br/>Alice leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.  As the Doctor hadn't yet started the session, she may as well relax for a few moments.  Clutching her handbad tightly, the gaunt woman let herself float away.  Sweet oblivion.  Her favourite place to be.<br/><br/>