Post by asami on Jul 11, 2012 15:35:52 GMT -6
Her scooter hummed loudly as she made her way through the streets of Republic City, occasionally bumping and hopping wherever the road was particularly worn. Asami was too accustomed to it to even give it real notice. Hardly a day went by that she wasn't out driving about somewhere, be it on her scooter or in one of the family's stylish Satomobiles. As much as she preferred the latter, especially on days when the weather was poor, her scooter was usually her vehicle of choice. It was easier to maneuver through the city, and while she loved the thrill that came with sitting behind the wheel of a Satomobile, there was something about riding her scooter that never failed to put a smile on her face. It was just fun. Asami wove around the vehicle in front of her, the driver of which appeared to be having difficulty switching gears. She gave the driver an encouraging grin as she passed, then continued on her way.
Her destination was nonexistent, for the time being. She didn't really need one. It was enough to just be outside and let the wind run through her hair - as much as it could with her helmet in place, anyway. Asami loved her home but she couldn't bear to spend day after day cooped up inside of it. There was only so many times she could train in the gym or swim laps in the pool without suffering from the boredom that came hand-in-hand with repetition. Driving through the city seemed to be the one thing that always presented a surprise. The buildings might stay the same, but the people around her were constantly shifting. Every day was different. Even without a specific place to drive toward, Asami had found that something always managed to occupy her time and attention without her trying.
Today, the smell of spices, herbs, and roasting meats caught her attention. The local market was always packed with city-dwellers craving fresh produce or hand-made trinkets, and there were a few stands with tasty treats for sale mixed in among the stalls. One stand in particular was one of her favorites; it always had kabobs with perfectly spiced meats that could make her mouth water from a mile away. It wasn't the quality of food that Asami was accustomed to, but somehow that made it all the better. Everyone who had grown up in Republic City knew that greasy street vendor food was the best, provided you knew which ones were safe to eat from. Only minutes after she had parked her scooter and pushed her goggles up onto helmet, Asami was walking aimlessly from stall to stall, the skewer of a half-eaten kabob pinched between her fingers. Her green eyes moved fondly over a vendor selling hand-woven silk scarfs and gloves. They were all beautiful, many having intricate designs delicately sewn into them, and she didn't dare touch them for fear of soiling them. A few of the scarves caught her eye as well; she would have to remember this place. They would make lovely gifts.
Asami took another bite of her kabob and pressed on to another stand. Even if she could have purchased the majority of the merchandise here, she had to admit that she enjoyed window shopping. Nothing here was anything that she needed, but it was still fun to look at. After finishing her kabob, she disposed of the skewer and made sure her face was clean of any grease while taking care to ensure her makeup was not smeared. The only smell that could overpower that of the street food was the baskets of fresh flowers that a woman nearby was selling, so Asami made her way there next. She was sure that her father would love to have a bouquet of sweet-smelling flowers sitting in his room, and she ought to pick some up for one of their maids who had just had a baby.