<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>Everyone upstairs<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Blue eyes would follow Sarah as the girl went and sulked in the corner where she belonged, and with a grinding of her haws, Brazil flicked her heated gaze back to the computer screen before her. She too was confused, skimming over the tales of horror, the violence, the utter craziness. Yet perhaps her confusion was different from the others. She simply wanted to find this damn shrink so she could get whatever piece of paper would free her from all this shit. No more cops, no more running.<br/><br/>Drake was slightly behind her, playing the hero for Sarah, apparently having chosen 'blondie' as her moniker. She found herself grinding her teeth even more, knuckles whitening, even as Drake asked if she was able to find the doc's address, calling her blondie again. Closing her eyes momentarily, taking in a breath, she continued to fly her fingers over the keys, inputting code after code in the attempt to gain access to the doctors private residence. From her periphery she noted the princess coming out of the small bathroom, and from behind her she heard Phaedra come into the upper room, making note on how the convict was losing it, and asking why they needed to know where the doctor lived. Brazil did not answer the question, more intent on what she was doing.<br/><br/>Click, clack over the keys, until the screen flashed and she saw it, there before her eyes, and possibly Drake's, was the address they were seeking. In a split second Brazil read it and filed it away, and then without warning, shoved the monitor off the desk where it crashed to the floor. Electronics flashed and popped, the monitor now useless as she turned to Drake.<strong> “ Brazil..”</strong>.. was all she said before shoving past him, working her way to the window.<br/><br/>She had the address now. Drake might have seen it before she destroyed the monitor. Either way she could give a shit. She could make it to the doctors herself, once it was light again, and the cops had thinned, and get the woman to give her the get out of jail free card she needed..<br/><br/>...right?