Shiva had spent much of her day nervously pacing around the town on her bright yellow scooter. She knew<div class="floatright">(http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/6734/shivaz.jpg)</div>exactly where they were to meet, because she had ventured there the second she got the invitation. To get an idea of her surroundings and to know that it had finally happened. She had gotten an invite to join the Street Fighting circuit, and she couldn't have been more thrilled. She had become obsessed with reading and trying to see anything ever happening as the circuit boomed in New Orleans. And now, she was finally on her way to The Captain. Eager to meet her new companions and combatants.<br/><br/>When she reached the place, she placed herself off the scooter. Throwing her matching yellow helmet that had the words<em>Safety First</em>printed on the side of it. She opened the compartment below her seat and grabbed a metal bike lock, which she used to lock it near a pole. Although, considering where she was at, if someone wanted to steal her bright yellow scooter, then they would easily be able to. It was just a precaution, if anything.<br/><br/>Shiva entered the building and was wearing a jean jacket, which a tight bright red shirt, made of a breathable material used for women who were working out and sweating. Her feet were wrapped up in a pair of white tennis shoes, but the chances are she would remove them later anyways. Her bottoms were a pair of tight fitting yellow yoga pants that reached down to her calves. She was unsure if she was going to fight today, because she although she was a major fan, she was unsure of their procedures. So, she dressed the part of a fighter just in case she would have to show off her skills. At first glance, most wouldn't think much of Shiva. Other than she looked like a tan skinned and brown hair nerd. But none of that mattered, for they had discovered her. All she knew was that she needed to meet her new Manager.<br/><br/>Shiva tucked her scooter keys in the pocket in her jean jacket, as she looked around the place. Slowly pulling the jacket off of her back, and holding the jean fabric in her arms. Holding the jacket closely to her body, as a form of comfort, and biting down on her lips.<em>Where do I go? What do I do? I just don't know!</em>, she started to stress in her mind. But then she realized that the people who were here were probably involved in the street fighting circuit. Instantly her eyes sparkled as she found herself lost in stardom. Her big brown eyes eagerly taking in all the costumes as her facial expression represented that she was stargazed. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.<br/>