<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>Deli<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All of Group 2<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Brazil had sat out the night staring out the window. First she had been standing, all stoic and unmoving, but eventually she'd had to admit that she was so very tired. Her legs had dared to give out on her, and she had sunk down to settle at the floor in front of the window, knees drawn up, chin resting atop, arms wrapping around her legs. And though she was so very tired, and she knew the others around her had dozed throughout the night, sleep had alluded her completely.<br/><br/>Insomnia wasn't new to Brazil.<br/><br/>She tried so very hard to shut the thoughts off in her mind, but the voice wouldn't shut the fuck up. Normal, but so very... murderously annoying. So it was that the night passed for this odd duck, not really belonging with this group, but so very enmeshed now. About half way through the night, still staring out the window, she had begun to mantra to herself the address that only she had seen. She was forming an escape plan, one that meant simply bolting from this fucking hole and leaving these pathetic bits of humanity behind, especially Drake. He was the main one she was worried about. The goth girl was too stupid to understand what had happened, but Drake had been right over her shoulder the moment she had gleaned the Doc's information. And so her mind was still stuck on exactly what her next move was going to be, until her reverie was broken by the sound of an arrival..<br/><br/>Her head whipped up, and with her legs protesting she rose from her perch, instantly alert. As it had through the entire night, her mind was simply on how the fuck she was going to get out of the deli, even as it seemed that the others of the group had their own ideas on how to deal with the new situation. Phaedra was trying to get Drake to post by the door with her, and Sarah? Stupid bitch decided to go all slut. Really? Tits and tears? Brazil slid her eyes between Phaedra and Drake as every but of her instincts screamed to react, even as her ears caught the words of the obvious deli manager. He was dangerous. He was going to hurt the stupid girl. He was calling Sarah a liar..<br/><br/>With a growled curse Brazil would make her decision. Sure strides would carry her into the small bathroom, the same one the princess had been in the night earlier. Without another thought her fist would connect with the mirror, shattering pieces into the sink with a crash. The biggest slice would find itself within a bloodied fist, and 'Blondie' was streaking passed Drake and Phaedra at the door, tearing down the stairs towards Sarah and the man who had the girls wrist. With a yell Brazil launched herself at the fat man, taking in his wide eyed surprise even as one hand grasped him by his shirt front, and the other clutching the broken piece of mirror slammed it into one of his oh so surprised eyes.<br/><br/>Blood spurted, blood flowed. The man screamed and fell back, Brazil falling alongside him only to scramble up again. With a quick glance over a leather clad shoulder, blue eyes surrounded in thick blood, she would glance at Sarah, then whoever was watching from the top of the stairs. Without a word she dashed out the door, once again a certain address dancing through her mind.