<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the therapy room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><hr/><br/>She watched the new girl walk in and blinked. This one appeared to be the exact opposite of her, a feeling only reinforced when she dropped the lollipop wrapper on the floor. She almost seemed like she was putting on a show, trying to act like a bimbo to draw attention to herself. Still, Sarah noticed how she seemed quite interesting to hear of what she had done. It was while she was regarding the newcomer that Detrius spoke up. She listened to his story and was intriqued. His crime was doing something that actually saved people? That didn't make sense. She suddenly realized he was looking at her and she flushed, looking away, annoyed for the umpteenth time that her blushes showed so well on her pale skin.