Stephanie was knelt down inside the police kiosk, still in her thong. She spit on the floor, "Guy germs," she commented, looking around for the armored shield for the windows. She reached up and hit the blue button to close them down, and all the windows dropped their metal plates from the ceiling down over the glass, blocking out the light from the outside world and allowing her to stand unseen.
She looked at her wrist and realized she didn't have a watch… but best estimate she was roughly twenty minutes in and she'd already killed herself one unsuspecting victim… a Player at that. Her canine lips circled back into a cruel white smile, looking around at her new toybox.
She found a pair of blue slacks and a white shirt, but decided they wouldn't fit. Then she remembered all those other MMO's she'd tried at one point or another in the past and recalled that usually they were 'One Size Fits All' affairs. With that, she slid on the slacks up over her lower body, and sure enough they fit right to her furry form, even with a snap over the tail in the back.
She looked to the black shoes to one side of the room, and shrugged, trying to put those on over her digigrade legs. Sure enough, the boots wrapped up over her form to allow normal movement, but still looked (more or less) like the black boots they'd been a moment ago. She moved her toes inside of them, and thought they felt alright.
She put on the white shirt and it too conformed to her form, pulling tightly against her breasts. She reached down along the shirt's lower half and ripped it off so it was more of a tube top, all torn. She reached down and slashed her claws across the pants a few times, ripping them open, and giving her a bit more of a punk look.
Finally, she went for the armour and gun racks. She slid on a holster under each arm for akimbo and put a Desert Eagle into each, wondering if that's even what cops normally used or if the game designers just went with a popular gun type. She looked around for more ammo, and pulled down a shotgun from up over her head.
Looking back to the door, she grabbed a big blue flak jacket and threw it on, using it like an armored trench coat, realizing there didn't seem to be any normal armored vests in the room. She shrugged and started throwing ammo and a few more pistols into a police-label'd duffle bag that had gym cloths in it a moment earlier.
Throwing the strap of the bag over her shoulder, she picked up the shotgun again and grinned a canine grin. Thinking she had all she needed, she was about to leave when she saw a box for 'Lost and Found'. Inside was a black box with eight vials of different colors which may or may not have been healing spells of some kind, a yellow bandana, and a playboy magazine.
She shrugged and tossed the magazine and box, latched shut, into her bag. Tying the yellow bandana up under her hair, Rambo-style, she slowly unlatched the door and looked outside.
"Time to get this party started," she grinned.