The appearance of Myra ((semi-open: in the station))
((OOC: Myra is from the universe of The Shadow, and is from not long after the story of "The Invincible Shiwan Khan".))
Having battled unsuccessfully with the computer system, Myra had relegated herself to doing things the ‘old fashioned way’, and was reviewing files at an unoccupied desk that she had temporarily claimed. She’d carefully placed the paper work on it off to one side neatly, knowing that she could be kicked off at any moment.
At least she was dressed appropriately now. It had been almost embarrassing with the looks she received on her way to the nearest clothing store, still wearing the conservative dress of the 1930s. Her quick thinking had landed her a job in a small P.I. group, and she’d managed to rent out a small hole-in-the-wall apartment with the funds that had garnered.
She couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before she made an inevitable slip-up though. She’d done her homework before brazenly walking into the precinct she’d been watching for nearly a week and requested access to certain files. Files that would allow her to hopefully find a way home before anyone began to suspect that she wasn’t exactly from around here.
Reminiscing about her situation was all well and dandy, but she had work to do. Hunching over the borrowed desk, Myra returned to reading the files, keeping an eye out for the inevitable approach of its owner.
Having battled unsuccessfully with the computer system, Myra had relegated herself to doing things the ‘old fashioned way’, and was reviewing files at an unoccupied desk that she had temporarily claimed. She’d carefully placed the paper work on it off to one side neatly, knowing that she could be kicked off at any moment.
At least she was dressed appropriately now. It had been almost embarrassing with the looks she received on her way to the nearest clothing store, still wearing the conservative dress of the 1930s. Her quick thinking had landed her a job in a small P.I. group, and she’d managed to rent out a small hole-in-the-wall apartment with the funds that had garnered.
She couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before she made an inevitable slip-up though. She’d done her homework before brazenly walking into the precinct she’d been watching for nearly a week and requested access to certain files. Files that would allow her to hopefully find a way home before anyone began to suspect that she wasn’t exactly from around here.
Reminiscing about her situation was all well and dandy, but she had work to do. Hunching over the borrowed desk, Myra returned to reading the files, keeping an eye out for the inevitable approach of its owner.