Tricia couldn't wait to take her gothy look out on the streets. She grabbed a purse to put the remote in, but paused when she realized the bright red purse clashed with her black and violet attire. The remote could fix that, she knew.
She found an acceptable purse in the remote's accessories menu and within seconds she had a new black purse with a studded leather strap and a large emblem of a purple heart broken in two. Placing the remote inside, she slung it over her shoulder and headed for the door.
Her town wasn't the kind that would take to having lots of goth and emo kids on the streets. Tricia noticed several glances in her direction as she walked downtown.
Having hair covering one eye made things a little disorienting. She no longer had depth perception, and more than that, the feeling of hair brushing and itching her face was something she had to get used to. Her boots made heavy clomps on the sidewalk and her chains rattled from her belt. "All the better to get attention," she thought to herself.
She realized she had yet to pick a destination. Looking around, she saw a number of places she could go in the immediate area.