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Karla's idea of dressing nicely was pretty simple even before her wardrobe got reduced to only what she could carry. Still, she does have clothes that she keeps for occasional use only, which are therefore in better condition than the rest of what she owns. The jeans are still ripped and faded, but also still recognizeable as being blue, and the shirt has its sleeves cut off pretty raggedly, but is still black, and not black-faded-to-gray-by-constant-wear.
The arm sheath gets left at the shelter, but the knife doesn't--she tucks it into one boot instead. Just in case. The boots themselves are scuffed and kind of ugly, but good for kicking things. Karla likes them.
She hovers around the entrance of the shelter for entirely too long, indecisive and nervous and hating it.
You can still forget this and just get out of town, you know.
She could. But even with the chance of danger, she doesn't want to. There's danger everywhere, these days, and it doesn't always come with people willing to help her, people who seem like they might actually be worth sticking around for, people she likes, damnit.
Just so we're clear on what a bad idea this is.
She can at least see how it goes tonight.
The arm sheath gets left at the shelter, but the knife doesn't--she tucks it into one boot instead. Just in case. The boots themselves are scuffed and kind of ugly, but good for kicking things. Karla likes them.
She hovers around the entrance of the shelter for entirely too long, indecisive and nervous and hating it.
You can still forget this and just get out of town, you know.
She could. But even with the chance of danger, she doesn't want to. There's danger everywhere, these days, and it doesn't always come with people willing to help her, people who seem like they might actually be worth sticking around for, people she likes, damnit.
Just so we're clear on what a bad idea this is.
She can at least see how it goes tonight.