<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><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/>Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked around as she realized she was the first one called on. She hated being the center of attention and she sighed, fidgeting a little. "My name is Sarah Black. I'm....an artist. Not one of those...fancy ones that just throw stuff at a canvas. I paint real stuff. I also write short stories. I know I dress like a Goth and stuff but I'm not one, this is just my style." She crossed her arms over her belly in a defensive posture. "And I'm here because I...uhhh...allegedly burned down the art gallery at 15th and Broadway."