<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br/>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br/><strong>Date:</strong><br/>April 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong><br/>Around noon<br/><strong>Where:</strong><br/>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Open<br/><strong>Summary:</strong><br/>People Watching<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/>Light, Conversation<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>“Where in the hell are you taking me now?” Spat the older woman as the elevator door opened.  Her aged, weary eyes looked about the main lobby of the main building, a feeling of mild mistrust apparent in the way she carried herself with the cane in hand.  “What sort of shit show are you dragging me to?”<br/><br/>The old woman was at it again, in what was so often her usual form.  Biting, vicious, and unconcerned for any sort of tactfulness her words.  The woman known as Renee rolled her eyes ever so carefully as she stood off to the side and behind the old hag, her arms loose and at the ready to try and save the old woman from falling.<br/><br/>“Oh-ho, Miss Ehugenia!” She said in an accent that was heavily flavored in a passable French accent.  “I thought you might like to watch zee people coming in.”<br/><br/>The old woman seemed to be content with this, giving a silent, noncommittal jerk of her head.  That, after a few weeks of living with the woman, was enough to tell Alice that the thought at least appealed to her just a little bit.<br/><br/>In truth, all Alice, known as Renee to so many people, wanted was to scout out the neighbors.<br/><br/>She had led the elderly woman over to one of the plush arm chairs in the lobby, helping to ease the woman down into the seat where she gave an approving sigh.  Alice wasn't fooled by the little display of feebleness.  Like the cane in Eugenia's hand, Alice knew the woman had a hidden depth to her.<br/><br/>But Alice, in her time there as the clumsy and well-meaning French nurse named Renee, had picked up enough to know a few things about the old woman.  That she got around pretty well for her age when she thought no one was looking.  That she detested animals, tattoos, and piercings that were anywhere but the ears.  That she enjoyed to people watch, and let her little critiques slip from her lips.<br/><br/>All useless shit.<br/><br/>An opportunity like this, however, could not be passed up easily though.  She'd bring the old woman down, to go and people watch some of the people moving in, let the old woman have her little bit of fun.  The perfect excuse to see just what her new neighbors would be like, if any of them posed a threat, if any of them could get in the way of the little fortune that the old woman undoubtedly had hidden away in her apartment.<br/><br/>“Heathens.” Eugenia had said, muttering under her breath with a shake of her head as her eyes found the view of a group of twenty-somethings outside the building.  “Little brutes and whores.”<br/><br/>As she had done so often in the presence of the old woman, Alice kept her more truthful thoughts to herself.  “That iz not very nice, Miss Ehugenia.”<br/><br/>Eugenia snorted at the comment from her house keeper (though the girl had the gall to try and explain that she was nothing but a home nurse).  “The world is not very nice, dear.” She said in a pompous way.  “This used to be a world of gentlemen and ladies, and now it is nothing but brutes and whores.”<br/><br/>Alice smiled.  “I am sure that there are plenty of gentlemen and ladies in zee world.”<br/><br/>“Perhaps if I was born in some Parisian bordello, I would have that same outlook too, dear.” Eugenia said, shaking her head.  “Now, let's see what sort of 'neighbors' I'm going to have to endure for the rest of my long days.”