<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>Alley outside of deli<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Drake, Sarah (rest of group)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The bark of Drake's order for her to stop did cause Brazil to do that, if but momentarily. She skidded on the dirty ice to a stop just outside the deli door, in the alley, whipping around to glare. She'd barely heard the words everyone had spoken, for her mind was on one thing right  now.<br/><br/>Getting the fuck out of the goddamn rat trap the was in.<br/><br/>Her eyes would rake over all she could see within the door, her mind racing. Had they not heard what the bastard had said to Sarah? Had they not seen the gleam in his nasty eye, the leer on his disgusting mouth? Brazil knew that leer, those words, that filthy intent. She'd taken care of the last one, and now she'd done the same here. Removed lecherous bastards from the face of the planet. The fact that the others weren't getting it at first made her want to scream at them, make them understand...<br/><br/>… but the sound of police radios instantly broke through the red haze of rage in her mind, gritting her teeth as her bloodied hands curled into fists. Pointing a finger at Drake she would hiss out a retort.<br/><br/><strong> “ FUCK YOU! You don't get to tell me what the fuck to do dickwad!”</strong><br/><br/>Throwing her hands in the air, glancing over her shoulder to the end of the alley and freedom only to turn back and glare at everyone again. One more try.<br/><br/><strong> “ Don't you all get it? We can't stay here! It's a fucking trap! I'm fucking leaving. If you want to follow me then fine, but I swear I'm not going to babysit any of you!”</strong><br/><br/>Why had she just done that? Even she didn't know. One part of her thought she'd be better off getting through the maze of cops by herself, the other pondered that working together would be more prudent. She was confused and pissed, and just wanted this nightmare to be over. With a snarl, Brazil would turn away from the deli and those gathered within and scramble down the alley, knowing that the state of the streets wouldn't allow her to make it on foot.<br/><br/>She had to make it to the train station.<br/>