@"red" Yoka
The crossed fox. An entering place to stay the least. She got a few odd looks here and there as she walked up, she even heard a cat call perhaps mistaking her as a dancer. Walking up to the entrance she was stopped by a firm hand, which she flashed her id. It was an official document that was acquired for her to be in America. This Id card just like her other papers all said she was eighteen. When in actuality she had just turned sixteen. She had a passport, birth certificate, three different id cards, a actual id, drivers licence and her motorcycle licence, etc. All of her paperwork was pretty convincing. Taking a deep breath once she was allowed passed she made her way to her destination.
Not even allowing herself a brief moment to look about she would take a quick look around when she was accepted for the position. She needed the money and if she had to work in a place like this she would do so. Thankfully she wasn't working the pole. No. She wouldn't dare. No. Evelyn was coming for the personal assistant position.
The outfit that Evelyn wore was nearly her full military clothing. The combat boots (knife naturally in them), her black fatigue like pants and her black short sleeve shirt under green military jacket. Around her neck hung her cross and her dog tags. "Eye vas toled dat eu vere lookings for an assissitant." She spoke in perfect monotone with her thick accent.
The crossed fox. An entering place to stay the least. She got a few odd looks here and there as she walked up, she even heard a cat call perhaps mistaking her as a dancer. Walking up to the entrance she was stopped by a firm hand, which she flashed her id. It was an official document that was acquired for her to be in America. This Id card just like her other papers all said she was eighteen. When in actuality she had just turned sixteen. She had a passport, birth certificate, three different id cards, a actual id, drivers licence and her motorcycle licence, etc. All of her paperwork was pretty convincing. Taking a deep breath once she was allowed passed she made her way to her destination.
Not even allowing herself a brief moment to look about she would take a quick look around when she was accepted for the position. She needed the money and if she had to work in a place like this she would do so. Thankfully she wasn't working the pole. No. She wouldn't dare. No. Evelyn was coming for the personal assistant position.
The outfit that Evelyn wore was nearly her full military clothing. The combat boots (knife naturally in them), her black fatigue like pants and her black short sleeve shirt under green military jacket. Around her neck hung her cross and her dog tags. "Eye vas toled dat eu vere lookings for an assissitant." She spoke in perfect monotone with her thick accent.