<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>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted patricide<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library parking lot<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Pulling into the parking lot of the New York Library, the motorcycle (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOBPSZ9L3U/TxSpF3IrqrI/AAAAAAAAJA4/Tiz6zFBjIps/s640/tumblr_lxcarzglYn1qheyozo1_500.jpg) between her thighs gave one final roar before settling down to rest. She was late, and she damn well knew it. She'd gone on the prospect that maybe if she was late enough, they'd not let her in... sorry, sessions already begun...oh well she tried ...that sort of thing. But it looked like she wouldn't even need to deal with it at all. Slowly her hands worked her helmet (http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/2800/584284-assetimg.jpeg) from her head, white dreadlocks falling free. She gave off a slight shiver, her breath misting from her mouth. Fucking East Coast winters. Cornflower blue eyes locked upon the building, and the smoke billowing forth from it. A small smirk slid across her lips as her leg lifted and swung free from her bike. Gloved fingers gripped to her helmet and she strolled closer to the front of the library, looking, checking out the situation.<br/><br/>Finding a bench directly in front of the place, brushing off the layer of snow that had built up, she settled within it casually. A boot settled on a dirty denim knee, her arms settling behind her on the benches back. Waiting. She'd been told she<em>had</em>to do this shit to remain out. Someone would show up eventually, someone she'd make her presence known to. Someone that would be able to get a hold of the right authority figure to let them know she had been here dammit. Wasn't her fucking fault the place had<em>already</em>been on fire.