HoodedHuntress
Songster
Elliot had been dressed since four in the morning. Anticipation fir the mission had kept him awake, so to pass the time he had been staring out the window, seeing a different world than he island, cherishing the monotonous buildings of brick and concrete, the barren trees that were dying, the flickering city lights. For inhabitants of the normal world this was considered ugly, barren, perhaps. But in his eyes, it was beautiful: because it was different. His admiring trance was broken when Asa called out, and he turned to putting on his shoes, looking to the door as it opened as he began tying his shoes. He would obviously be ready in a few seconds.Asa took his suitcase inside the bathroom, and closing the door changed into a black professional-looking suit. Fixing his hair he walked back out to see if Elliot was awake.