Her arrival to the city had been less than noteworthy. In fact, she hadn?t spoken to more than two people since she?d unpacked and that was just to ask directions. Silas had been less than helpful, but a boy wearing modern clothes was more than happy to direct Elliot to Radio Rhy?din.
Elli was nothing if she wasn?t stylish. Her sheepskin boots sloshed through the melting snow as she made her way towards the front door of the building pointed out to her, sleek black jacket wrapped tightly around her thin body. Black, wavy hair hung loose beneath a white hat and hands were encased in matching gloves.
So this was Radio Rhy?din, Elliot thought to herself as she stepped inside. In her time, she?d seen better; but then again, she?d also seen worse. The place looked as though it were just getting on it?s feet and from what she?d listened to on the radio in her room at the Red Dragon was the kind of place she?d like to work.
Her life was? complicated at best. Things weren?t always easy, but at the same time Elliot always had a way out. She?d never had to answer to anyone and if things got really screwed up, she could run. A decade or so in such and such a place and then another decade in a different world. It was the system she?d come up with to pass the time and amuse herself. Close to 300 years of age, Elliot had nearly been everywhere and seen everything. It was hard to keep herself occupied, and so the system was set in place. Her last ten years had been eventful and she?d broken another man?s heart. That was always the sign to move on.
And move on she had; to Radio Rhy?din (hopefully).
It took a bit of doing, but the vixen managed to locate Mr. Fox without much trouble. He was certainly a sight to behold. Elli had been with her share of men over the years and could tell you when she?d found a looker. Mr. Fox was a looker. Unbuttoning her jacket, she slinked towards his desk with the prowess only a female could master. Next came the hat and gloves, revealing the layered outfit she wore: a form fitting band t-shirt from another world with a black blazer over top and a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans. Of course, there was also the appropriate amount of gaudy jewelry only a rocker could pull off.
And in one sweeping motion, Elliot set her pretty little behind on the edge of his desk.
?Mr. Fox.? The woman had mastered the art of being coy. Elliot had done the whore thing; it didn?t suit her. The ability to flirt correctly was something one had to practice until perfect and it hadn?t taken her very long at all.
?I understand you?re hiring??
Elli was nothing if she wasn?t stylish. Her sheepskin boots sloshed through the melting snow as she made her way towards the front door of the building pointed out to her, sleek black jacket wrapped tightly around her thin body. Black, wavy hair hung loose beneath a white hat and hands were encased in matching gloves.
So this was Radio Rhy?din, Elliot thought to herself as she stepped inside. In her time, she?d seen better; but then again, she?d also seen worse. The place looked as though it were just getting on it?s feet and from what she?d listened to on the radio in her room at the Red Dragon was the kind of place she?d like to work.
Her life was? complicated at best. Things weren?t always easy, but at the same time Elliot always had a way out. She?d never had to answer to anyone and if things got really screwed up, she could run. A decade or so in such and such a place and then another decade in a different world. It was the system she?d come up with to pass the time and amuse herself. Close to 300 years of age, Elliot had nearly been everywhere and seen everything. It was hard to keep herself occupied, and so the system was set in place. Her last ten years had been eventful and she?d broken another man?s heart. That was always the sign to move on.
And move on she had; to Radio Rhy?din (hopefully).
It took a bit of doing, but the vixen managed to locate Mr. Fox without much trouble. He was certainly a sight to behold. Elli had been with her share of men over the years and could tell you when she?d found a looker. Mr. Fox was a looker. Unbuttoning her jacket, she slinked towards his desk with the prowess only a female could master. Next came the hat and gloves, revealing the layered outfit she wore: a form fitting band t-shirt from another world with a black blazer over top and a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans. Of course, there was also the appropriate amount of gaudy jewelry only a rocker could pull off.
And in one sweeping motion, Elliot set her pretty little behind on the edge of his desk.
?Mr. Fox.? The woman had mastered the art of being coy. Elliot had done the whore thing; it didn?t suit her. The ability to flirt correctly was something one had to practice until perfect and it hadn?t taken her very long at all.
?I understand you?re hiring??