Who: Miles Egerton & Eleanore Bardou Where:Eleanore's apartment: 603 The Blu apartment complex. When: Friday February 26th, 2049. 1:30pm Rating: PG - PG-13 Summary: The happy couple moves in together.
Eleanore Bardou stood in the middle of her living room, looking around herself and saying goodbye to her one place of complete privacy. In less than an hour, her apartment would no longer be her's alone and she would be sharing it with that man. For three years now this apartment had been her safe haven, the place where she did not have to hold on so tightly to the 'cold-lawyer-bitch' image. There was no one to watch her and analyze her every move and she took comfort in that. Now that was all going to end. Every single day she was going to have to wake up and see his face, see him walking around her house, eating her food, touching her things. It was a nearly unbearable thought. But the worst part of it, even worse than having her space forcefully invaded, was how quick everything was changing. One minute she was a successful lawyer, swiftly and brutally making her up the ladder and into being made a senior partner, and the next minute the Government stepped in and she was left scrambling for sure footing.
The fact that she was so unsure about the sudden changes in her life would make one wonder why she was not dragging her feet just a bit more about all of this, why she seemed for all intents and purposes to be ready to get it all done. For over a month she had felt control sliding through her fingers, slipping from her grasp like so much sand and this was the only way she could grab even a bit of it. She was the one who decided when they would sign the papers for their marriage, she was the one who picked the move-in date, and it was her apartment they were going to stay at. Those might seem like small things to other people but to her, they were things that only she had control over and at the moment they were the only things keeping her from going completely insane.
Sighing, Eleanore tucked a portion of loose, straight hair behind her ear and walked across the thick black pile of the large floor rug and over to her couch. If it had been any other woman, it would have been said that she flopped down onto the seat but she would say she allowed herself to fall in a graceful arc. She pulled her stockinged legs underneath her as she tucked herself into one corner of couch, sinking into the plush black cushions. The entire apartment was designed with an air of luxuriant comfort. The moulded and paneled walls were all a pale cream color, the floors a soft white marble. She had went to great lengths to have it decorated tastefully, though ornately and she kept the entire place spotlessly clean. It was perfect and she just knew he was going to come in and ruin it all. She wanted him out already. After their meeting last week, she was more wary of him that before. He had turned out to be smarter than she had thought, though maybe lacking on her brand of common sense which meant there was little chance of him just falling into line like she wanted him too. There was more to him that she had bothered to imagine and ever since that day he had been creeping here and there in her thoughts. The majority of him was still firmly placed in the idiot and general pain in her bottom area but there was something else about him she could not quite place. It did not matter though, she doubted he was too complicated. She would figure him out in no time. She would just have to take time to train him properly. How bothersome.
Biting her lip to keep back a groan of frustration, she wished he would lose her address, or better yet fall down a manhole of some sort. They would both be free then.