from above
Characters: Kasper Setting: Kasper's room, Second floor walk way
After a rather unhealthy encounter with Brady the day before, Kasper had taken to her room for the entire night. She spent the better part of it worked up and making a rather large amount of ruckus, managing to break the mirror in her bathroom and bruise her knuckles. The walls were solid, enough to prevent any damage from her fit of rage. Even so, she had made enough of a mess of her place to alleviate the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Once she had done what was required of her, Kasper managed to find the nerve to escape her room. Still in the same clothes from yesterday, she twisted the knob of her door slowly, unsure if it would open after the rather abrasive journal entry. Surprisingly, it opened and out she went, walking forward to the railing of the second floor. Leaning on it with both forearms, Kasper simply watched the courtyard below as the gathering of spectators listened to the authoritative twig-bitch telling them to get lost.
Kasper scoffed as they dispersed. Who put her in charge anyway?