Feb 12, 2006 15:26
Steph's on the balcony, lying along the rail like a cat, resting her head on her hands and staring down at the iced-over lake below. One leg's wound through the railings to keep her from falling off. Her face is almost hidden in the hood of her oversized jacket - hey, you gotta keep warm somehow.
Back inside, the door's standing open, and from the corridor outside passers-by can see through the french windows out to the balcony, should they be so inclined.
suite 138,
dick grayson