Once the bells chimed to signal that school was over, she quickly shoved her notebooks into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Going down to the first floor, Kari walked straight to the gym where the team captain would be. After exchanging a few words and flashing off her bruises, the captain ushered Kari to go home for the weekend and heal up, possibly re-joining practice Monday if she could. Kari played it off as some big gang fight, which the captain bought easily. Whether people were aware of it or not, Kari and the team captain had gone to middle school together, thus the captain had seen Kari fully in action and knew about some of the fights she’d been in. It was app part of the “package” that comprised of Kari.<br/><br/>Making her way to the lockers at the front of the school, she slipped her indoor shoes off and put on the ones she’d come to the school in. Grabbing her yankee coat from her locker, she slung it over her shoulder as well and quickly walked off the school grounds. People didn’t pay her any special attention, a few people from the club noticed her but she quickly informed them that the coach knew she was skipping due to illness. It was partially true after all.<br/><br/>Kari quickly made her way down to the bus station and rode all the way to the dorm. She dropped off her bag and began to pull her school uniform off. If she was going to possibly have another encounter like she did before, she wanted to be prepared for it. Pulling on a pair of darker loose pants that stopped right above her knees, Kari tied the drawstring together so that they would stay on. She needed something loose to fight in, especially if she had to move quickly. Then Kari pulled on a lightly colored vest that zipped all the way up to her neck, black embroidery on the back signaling her affiliation with a yankee gang. This wasn't as flamboyant as her gang coat, but it would be enough. Pulling on a pair of leather gloves with studs on the knuckles, she wiggled her exposed fingertips. It was then that Kari decided she might need something to protect herself with.<br/><br/>She had a sword case that she had used to conceal a special weapon that had been given to her by her former gang leader, and quickly pulled it out of her closet. Inside was a wooden katana, supposed to be a more ornamental piece than a weapon; however, Kari knew it was fully capable of killing someone. There were inscriptions along it with her name and information about why she had been given it, and her fingers lovingly traced over it.<br/><br/><em>If anything, you should help give me the strength to fight. . .</em>she thought to herself before putting it back into its carrying holder, slinging it over her back. She was ready now, just needing one more thing. Grabbing her cell phone, she held it firmly in her gloved hand, her exposed fingertips touching the plastic keys as she walked out of the dorm and into the sunlight, searching for the right place to carry out her investigative mission.