"You're good. Go get changed, I'll see you on show night." Ryan dismissed the model and practically fell back as the Prima Donna nearly whipped her with her over processed bleach blonde hair. "And be careful of the pins!" She called out after the woman, her mouth turning into a mild scowl. The girl was new to modeling, that was for sure.. She hadn't quite seemed to work out that without the designers she'd have nothing to walk the runway in.. But she'd learn eventually.
Ryan heaved a sigh as she gripped a counter to pull herself up to her feet, not quite her usual put together self. She was wearing a pair of flats and high waisted shorts, a random band t-shirt tucked into her waistband as she put all the spare pins back into her container. The last thing she needed was to step on a bunch of sewing pins the week before Fashion Week. The large room was dotted with large counters meant for cutting fabric and patterns, a complex sewing machine set up at a center station. Normally somewhat tidy, there were now mannequins all over the place, wearing finished outfits to articles still bearing pins where last minute alterations were needed. A poster was tacked to a large cork board behind the sewing machine, bearing an advertisement.
Black Thorn Couture
Milan Fashion Week
A skyline view of Milan lit up by runways filled the background of the poster.
Trudging across the room she plopped herself down into a chair, pulling a few bandaids from a drawer to wrap around some well stabbed fingers. Years of work.. So much work. It was all finally working. Even if it meant letting a few new Prima Donna's twitter around her studio like the spoiled brats they were, it was thrilling. Her brand had, of course, taken off a few years ago.. But this year? This year she was going to Milan. It couldn't get much better than that!
Ugh.. I need coffee. Ryan groaned, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face that had since pulled out of the pony tail she had put her hair in this morning. Nicely bandaged she continued her trudge on over to the coffee pot, pouring a mug and bringing it to her lips..
Bzzt Uuugghhh. Now? Now the doorbell went off? At 11:30pm when she had a mug of coffee in her hand and several outfits to alter? Typical. She huffed to herself as she dragged herself to the door, returning to the studio with a figure in tow. A wall panel was pulled aside, revealing a large hidden studio behind it, barred by a locked door. Like the studio out front it was full of counters and mannequins, but the rolls of fabric and materials long the walls, not to mention the drawers full of materials, seemed to be of different qualities than most of the fabrics out front. Not to mention the outfits currently donned by various mannequins were... Certainly not meant for Fashion Week. Plates of armor, steely material interwoven and sewn together, hoods and masks, weaponized accessories. The room had everything.
Door unlocked, a garment bag was carefully pulled down from a rack and brought out to the figure who seemed practically encased in shadows no matter where he stood, thrust out to him after she had securely locked and closed the back studio. "..No, there's no cape. ..Why? Because there's no purpose.. No, no there normally isn't. Unless you need to use it to create drag, or purpose it into a gliding accessory, something of that sort.." She sighed, pinching her nose and giving the man a look of stern annoyance. "Unless there is a direct purpose for it it simply gets in the way, gets caught on things. It's not worth the dramatic mystique it adds to your persona. ..No, not at all." A huff was given before she finally gave the man a wry grin, shaking her head as she escorted him out. "Alright, you think about what I said and we'll talk when I'm back from Milan. I think you'll agree that you don't need the cape, you're mysterious enough as it is." A chuckle was given in response to his retort, nodding a bit. "Just don't you dare go destroying this by the time I'm back. See if I make you another suit so soon if you do!" Still smiling, she locked up behind him and closed down the windows to settle in with her coffee and get back to work.
Two Weeks Later
Chaos, pure bustling chaos. Then again, it always was backstage at runway shows. Another girl's outfit was fidgeted with and approved before they were sent off to walk, cutting it mildly close as they inevitably always did.
Taking the moment before she was needed to check yet another model, Ryan quickly ran back to grab more safety pins and a large swig of coffee. About to abandon her drink and return to her prime position she was brought to a screeching halt as the wind picked up. ..Wait, wind? They were surrounded on all sides by make shift walls! And what was that crackling.. Like the air was full of electricity? For fucks sake, who was screwing with the effects equipment, huh? She was about to run off to huff at the crew for screwing around suddenly she saw it.. Swirling in front of her.
...What the fuck is that?
Ryan heaved a sigh as she gripped a counter to pull herself up to her feet, not quite her usual put together self. She was wearing a pair of flats and high waisted shorts, a random band t-shirt tucked into her waistband as she put all the spare pins back into her container. The last thing she needed was to step on a bunch of sewing pins the week before Fashion Week. The large room was dotted with large counters meant for cutting fabric and patterns, a complex sewing machine set up at a center station. Normally somewhat tidy, there were now mannequins all over the place, wearing finished outfits to articles still bearing pins where last minute alterations were needed. A poster was tacked to a large cork board behind the sewing machine, bearing an advertisement.
Black Thorn Couture
Milan Fashion Week
A skyline view of Milan lit up by runways filled the background of the poster.
Trudging across the room she plopped herself down into a chair, pulling a few bandaids from a drawer to wrap around some well stabbed fingers. Years of work.. So much work. It was all finally working. Even if it meant letting a few new Prima Donna's twitter around her studio like the spoiled brats they were, it was thrilling. Her brand had, of course, taken off a few years ago.. But this year? This year she was going to Milan. It couldn't get much better than that!
Ugh.. I need coffee. Ryan groaned, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face that had since pulled out of the pony tail she had put her hair in this morning. Nicely bandaged she continued her trudge on over to the coffee pot, pouring a mug and bringing it to her lips..
Bzzt Uuugghhh. Now? Now the doorbell went off? At 11:30pm when she had a mug of coffee in her hand and several outfits to alter? Typical. She huffed to herself as she dragged herself to the door, returning to the studio with a figure in tow. A wall panel was pulled aside, revealing a large hidden studio behind it, barred by a locked door. Like the studio out front it was full of counters and mannequins, but the rolls of fabric and materials long the walls, not to mention the drawers full of materials, seemed to be of different qualities than most of the fabrics out front. Not to mention the outfits currently donned by various mannequins were... Certainly not meant for Fashion Week. Plates of armor, steely material interwoven and sewn together, hoods and masks, weaponized accessories. The room had everything.
Door unlocked, a garment bag was carefully pulled down from a rack and brought out to the figure who seemed practically encased in shadows no matter where he stood, thrust out to him after she had securely locked and closed the back studio. "..No, there's no cape. ..Why? Because there's no purpose.. No, no there normally isn't. Unless you need to use it to create drag, or purpose it into a gliding accessory, something of that sort.." She sighed, pinching her nose and giving the man a look of stern annoyance. "Unless there is a direct purpose for it it simply gets in the way, gets caught on things. It's not worth the dramatic mystique it adds to your persona. ..No, not at all." A huff was given before she finally gave the man a wry grin, shaking her head as she escorted him out. "Alright, you think about what I said and we'll talk when I'm back from Milan. I think you'll agree that you don't need the cape, you're mysterious enough as it is." A chuckle was given in response to his retort, nodding a bit. "Just don't you dare go destroying this by the time I'm back. See if I make you another suit so soon if you do!" Still smiling, she locked up behind him and closed down the windows to settle in with her coffee and get back to work.
Two Weeks Later
Chaos, pure bustling chaos. Then again, it always was backstage at runway shows. Another girl's outfit was fidgeted with and approved before they were sent off to walk, cutting it mildly close as they inevitably always did.
Taking the moment before she was needed to check yet another model, Ryan quickly ran back to grab more safety pins and a large swig of coffee. About to abandon her drink and return to her prime position she was brought to a screeching halt as the wind picked up. ..Wait, wind? They were surrounded on all sides by make shift walls! And what was that crackling.. Like the air was full of electricity? For fucks sake, who was screwing with the effects equipment, huh? She was about to run off to huff at the crew for screwing around suddenly she saw it.. Swirling in front of her.
...What the fuck is that?
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