Post by Silverkatt on Nov 30, 2006 20:37:05 GMT -5
Silverkatt stood beneath the street sign. "Kyra's Clothes and Armour", it said. Silverkatt looked at her own clothes, the ones that she had been wearing for almost the past four years, then glanced at the sign, then back to her clothes again. She sighed and walked in.
A rack of shirts caught Silverkatt's eye. These shirts were solid color and advertised to be made of the finest material, a material that would last through years of rough treatment without showing signs of wear or tear. Silverkatt's current shirt was made of a similar, yet slightly weaker material, and through all she had been through, it only had a small rip in the back, which she had loosely stitched up with a piece of animal sinew. She grabbed a black, short-sleeved, belly-baring style shirt that closely resembled the one she had on now.
Silverkatt moved to a rack of cargo-pants. She currently was wearing silver capri cargo pants that had two small chains and many straps hanging from them, along with at least ten pockets that stored her many throwing knives. She pulled a pair off the rack that was silver with a few black stripes and straps and three gold chains hanging down from one side. Silverkatt counted 14 pockets. She liked this pair, and it was also made of a very durable material.
Silverkatt scanned the room for shoes, but there didn't seem to be any. There were a few boxes that appeared as though they could hold shoes on the shelf, but when she opened them, they were empty.
A rack of shirts caught Silverkatt's eye. These shirts were solid color and advertised to be made of the finest material, a material that would last through years of rough treatment without showing signs of wear or tear. Silverkatt's current shirt was made of a similar, yet slightly weaker material, and through all she had been through, it only had a small rip in the back, which she had loosely stitched up with a piece of animal sinew. She grabbed a black, short-sleeved, belly-baring style shirt that closely resembled the one she had on now.
Silverkatt moved to a rack of cargo-pants. She currently was wearing silver capri cargo pants that had two small chains and many straps hanging from them, along with at least ten pockets that stored her many throwing knives. She pulled a pair off the rack that was silver with a few black stripes and straps and three gold chains hanging down from one side. Silverkatt counted 14 pockets. She liked this pair, and it was also made of a very durable material.
Silverkatt scanned the room for shoes, but there didn't seem to be any. There were a few boxes that appeared as though they could hold shoes on the shelf, but when she opened them, they were empty.
