Ari has no idea what dragged her to the city, and frankly, I don't see why she hasn't come sooner. Almost all of her clothes have been ripped apart, and she's got enough cash to splurge a bit. After all, selling Indian momentos that were originally used as payment for fortunes is a pretty good business. She's hardly spent any of the money that she's gotten from some of her mother's scattered jewelry, and its certainly not because she doesn't need the clothes.
She's delayed going into the city, probably because it reminds her a bit too much of home. Crowded, bustling, and filled with all sorts of different people. Well, that and taxis are probably the worst things ever. But when her last training outfit ripped from a knife slash, and she had nothing left but some saris, she decided that it was time to take action.
So, here she is, standing inside a warm sports clothing shop, wearing what little she could scrape up, a T-shirt and (eww) skinny jeans. Yes. Skinny jeans. Made of that horrible, painful, scratchy denim. She holds three shopping bags in one hand, carelessly searching for a shirt that she could wear year-round and would work for her training. She's been, so far, pretty successful. She's mainly found some tanks and sweatpants, but also has picked up some athletic shorts, long-sleeved tees, sweatshirts, and leggings. Now, she's pretty much stalling, delaying the dreaded trip in that horrid yellow cab.
She's delayed going into the city, probably because it reminds her a bit too much of home. Crowded, bustling, and filled with all sorts of different people. Well, that and taxis are probably the worst things ever. But when her last training outfit ripped from a knife slash, and she had nothing left but some saris, she decided that it was time to take action.
So, here she is, standing inside a warm sports clothing shop, wearing what little she could scrape up, a T-shirt and (eww) skinny jeans. Yes. Skinny jeans. Made of that horrible, painful, scratchy denim. She holds three shopping bags in one hand, carelessly searching for a shirt that she could wear year-round and would work for her training. She's been, so far, pretty successful. She's mainly found some tanks and sweatpants, but also has picked up some athletic shorts, long-sleeved tees, sweatshirts, and leggings. Now, she's pretty much stalling, delaying the dreaded trip in that horrid yellow cab.