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Nov. 12th, 2012


[info]jeremyjames

Explanation of Misunderstandings

Characters: Jeremy and Kasper
Setting: Kasper’s room, after lunch

the real story )

Oct. 27th, 2012

[info]itwaskasper

bandaid covers the bullet hole

Characters: Kasper and OPEN
Setting: Workshop, Early morning

There was something about seeing the dead that always made Kasper withdraw into herself. It wasn't the first time she had seen the lifeless eyes of the freshly expired - New York's street life was not kind to those who strode alone. It was still something of a dark hole for a brief amount of time and with all the drama that had been going on, she just was not in to standing around with people gawking at the corpse of the foolish.

She had taken some time after the commotion to pick through the activity room, finding a few cans of spray paint in the crafting section. At first she thought the largest canvas there would be enough to keep her busy for a good while but when she left all she had in hand were six cans of paint. Juggling them the whole way though the facility while trying to smoke with her wrapped up hand, Kasper managed to arrive at the workshop with an empty space in the back and some quiet time to boot.

Using the weight of her body, Kasper pushed the wood and metal shelf with her shoulder, making a rattling noise as it revealed a large white space of wall. There was her canvas. Not that she was any kind of artist, but there was one form of art she was good at and that was graffiti. Even if it had always been an outlet for her itch for vandalizing. Now was her time to just get lost in nothing and figure out what her next steps were.

She placed the cans down on the ground by her feet and backing up to get a good look at the wall, she pulled out another cigarette from her pack and lit it. Deciding she had no idea where to start, Kasper picked up the first can she felt as she bent down then stretched her arm out to grab one of the mouth masks. She shook the can with her good hand then began spraying, starting with a long red line across the middle of her space.

At least no one would mind where she splattered her work.