<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted Patricide<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upstairs in deli<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie, Phaedra, Drake, Tim<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Brazil had let her eyes drift closed momentarily as the voices that drifted up the stairs turned into a low drone. As she sat there, she began to tremble. Yet before anyone could see it, her hands clenched, her jaw worked as she gritted her teeth, and after taking in a deep breath, she would let it out in a whoosh just as Natalie made her way within the room, straight to the bathroom. Blue eyes would open, just slits really, watching the young girl. Shaking her head a bit, running long fingers through her platinum unkempt hair. That girl was a walking target. No clue how to deal with the real world.<br/><br/>Finding herself a bit more in control, she listened again, hearing Phaedra talk about everyone going upstairs. How the hell were they all supposed to fit in there? Ah well, didn't matter. If they all trooped up here then Brazil would simply go back downstairs. Too many damn people that she didn't even know, stuck here with them due to circumstances beyond her control. Cruel, cruel world. Snorting to herself, her attention was grabbed by Drake as he emerged from the stairwell, and looked directly at the computer. He seemed to not even really notice her as he slipped alongside her, fiddling with a half burnt tablet in his hands. Scooting backwards in the chair that emitted a strained squeak, Brazil would watch in silence, yet now, were any to look deeper, there would be a gleam in her eye. She too watched carefully the computer screen as it booted up slowly, lofting a brow as as the password screen blinked again and again, and Drake spoke up.<br/><br/><em> " Shit.... it's encrypted..”</em><br/><br/>Grunting softly, her timbre low, she would slide in the chair in front of the screen.<strong> “ Here..let me..”</strong>She did not offer an explanation, yet there was a heated determination upon her lovely features. She had not asked for reasoning on where the tablet came from, nor who it had belonged to. It seemed like she didn't care, nor needed any info. Her fingers began flying over the keyboard, full lips pursing as she tried again and again. She spoke again, mumbling to herself, seeming to forget Drake was right next to her.<strong> “ Fuck... if I had my things I'd crack this in a second... this will take time..”</strong>In the background she could still hear talking, and she heard very well Tim going off. Big brute suddenly seemed to gain a conscious. She heard also his need to go turn himself in. She did not pull her eyes from the screen, nor her fingers from the keyboard, still working to break the password, speaking again to whoever might listen.<br/><br/><strong> “ Someone better stop our convict. His sudden burst of 'feelings' is going to get us all behind bars..."</strong>