girl talk | eulalie & seraphina
Sept 26, 2024 22:44:22 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Sept 26, 2024 22:44:22 GMT -5
eulalie
b l a k e .
b l a k e .
Eulalie lingers on the sixth floor like a long shadow.
Maybe it's true that a tribute from One isn't welcome here, but she has yet to be told that she needs to get back in the elevator and leave. And, yes, perhaps that has something to do with her quick thinking whenever officials walk by her in the hall. "I know my bracelet is around here somewhere," she mutters with a look of sincere confusion, her narrowed gaze searching the carpeted floor intently.
No one seems concerned enough to bother her, and that's their first mistake. In the two hours she's loitered here, she's already pinpointed the entrance to Seraphina Keoch's room. She can tell because the door is the closest to the two unassuming tribute rooms, and the sheen of paint on its surface has yet to fade with age. Of course, this all comes down to an assumption, but one thing Eulalie will always trust is her gut instinct.
That, and her ability to be intimidating. Her plan comes to fruition when a timid Avox steps out of the elevator and makes his way to the door in question, a bundle of fresh sheets wrapped neatly under one arm. In the seconds that it takes him to reach for the keycard and swipe it, Eulalie has already positioned himself behind him. When he takes his first step into the room, she follows at his heels.
Once she's closed the entryway behind her with a soft thud, Eulalie makes no effort to hide. Just as the young man is unfolding the freshly washed sheets, she steps right past him and walks further into the bedroom. She doesn't spare him a sideways glance, her focus trained on the unimpressive decor that makes up the space. Bare walls, plain wooden furniture. Her own room on the first floor has more grandeur than this — but unlike Seraphina, she doesn't have a crown of her own just yet.
It's not until she hears a garbled, frightened yelp that she turns to glare at the Avox who has already begun to back away towards the door, as if he actually thinks he's going to run away and snitch on her. "Don't stop cleaning on my behalf," she says dryly, picking out the most comfortable looking chair and quite literally making herself at home. She crosses one leg over the other, settling in. "I'm not going to get in your way."
Seeing the hesitation that washes across his features, she decides to stab the knife a little deeper and twist. "It's not like you can tell anyone about this. So mind your business, and I'll mind mine." Dismissing him, she reaches for a discarded magazine on a nearby nightstand, occupying herself with reading as the Avox eventually carries on with his duties and decides to leave well enough alone.
He takes about a half hour to finish, and true to her word, Eulalie doesn't interfere at all. She just continues flipping through the pages, not bothering to glance up or say goodbye when he finally makes his exit. Gossip and fashion bore her to no end, but it's not like there's anything else that could entertain her in this depressing room. Not until another twenty minutes later, when the doorknob starts to swivel, followed by a satisfying click.
Closing the magazine and discarding it, Eulalie turns her attention to a far more interesting piece of work. Seraphina is as pretty as the cameras portrayed, all hard lines and cascading dirty blonde hair. She's not as tall as the girl from One had assumed she'd be, but she carries herself with a presence that seems to prove this interaction will be worth all the effort.
"Someone likes to stay out late," Eulalie teases, but she would have been willing to wait far longer than she actually had. She remains sitting in the chair, gesturing at the freshly made bed before her. "C'mon, make yourself at home." Unlike how she behaves around the people she may very well murder in the coming week, one could almost mistake for being pleasant.
"And let's have a little talk. Girl to girl."
