Post by maleficent on Feb 24, 2014 4:23:12 GMT -5
273 A.D.O
Cotique
Cotique
It was not as if the family that she came from needed her to work however she chose to. One could only spend so much time glaring down at the township and ruminating over how to become all powerful. It was a temperate day, if not slightly chilly. Of course, the inside of the austerely elegant shop was at the perfect temperature. Cotique was quite possibly the only store stocking Versace or other high end brands that Storybrooke had. In conjunction to that, a large amount of the stock was a one of a kind, made by the shop owner. As such, the pricing was exorbitant. It was definitely where one would expect to find Maleficent working, if anyone was indeed aware that Severine was Maleficent. It was almost as if the young beauty had been tailored especially to fit in with the haughty and stylish air that Cotique strived for. The owner had been well involved with Harper's Bazaar, even getting the last girl that worked here an internship with the magazine. As such, there were not many other attendants that were needed or hired. Miss Tara Masters was very selective of the kind of women that she hired: they needed to have the right kind of appearance. It was heavily micromanaged from the sleek and sophisticated hair, right down to the outrageously tall heels that were the rage that season. There were no other members on staff this particular day apart from Severine and the other woman whom was working today: Sophie.
Both of them prowled between the racks of designer clothing, both male and female, like glamazons on the hunt. It wasn't far from the truth. They worked on commission, and it was a ruthless game that had to be played in order to get paid. Unfortunately for Sophie, Severine was about as ruthless as a huntress could get. She may have always been a fearsome leader; but she found the structured and perfectionist atmosphere that Miss Masters promoted among her girls integrated well with her own outlook. From the party dress section she heard Sophie ask her a generic question about an upcoming social event. "I doubt I'll be attending." Severine responded coldly, not having a great deal of interest in the drunken tomfoolery that accompanied a teenage party. Whilst she was building her own fearsome reputation in the youthful community within Storybrooke, she was not yet at the position where just by saying she was not going to attend would dictate the success of the event.
She briefly gave herself a once over in a mirror that she passed, the indifferent and perfectly made up face stared back at her. The well structured jacket and skirt combination was of dark muted colours and offset the crimson suede stilettos beautifully. In fact, her shoes matched perfectly with her lips and manicured nails. She turned deftly on one heel and vanished into the jungle of racks. The rhythmic clicking and clacking of both her shoes and Sophie's against the hard floors as they both prowled gave the shop a decidedly tense atmosphere. Kill or be killed whilst trying to make a sale. There was no music to provide relief to this tense stand off between the early twenty something and the teenager as they patrolled opposite sides of the store. Glimpses of Severine between the gaps between articles of clothing showed that she lay in wait to pounce on anyone whom stepped through the intricate glass doors.
Both of them prowled between the racks of designer clothing, both male and female, like glamazons on the hunt. It wasn't far from the truth. They worked on commission, and it was a ruthless game that had to be played in order to get paid. Unfortunately for Sophie, Severine was about as ruthless as a huntress could get. She may have always been a fearsome leader; but she found the structured and perfectionist atmosphere that Miss Masters promoted among her girls integrated well with her own outlook. From the party dress section she heard Sophie ask her a generic question about an upcoming social event. "I doubt I'll be attending." Severine responded coldly, not having a great deal of interest in the drunken tomfoolery that accompanied a teenage party. Whilst she was building her own fearsome reputation in the youthful community within Storybrooke, she was not yet at the position where just by saying she was not going to attend would dictate the success of the event.
She briefly gave herself a once over in a mirror that she passed, the indifferent and perfectly made up face stared back at her. The well structured jacket and skirt combination was of dark muted colours and offset the crimson suede stilettos beautifully. In fact, her shoes matched perfectly with her lips and manicured nails. She turned deftly on one heel and vanished into the jungle of racks. The rhythmic clicking and clacking of both her shoes and Sophie's against the hard floors as they both prowled gave the shop a decidedly tense atmosphere. Kill or be killed whilst trying to make a sale. There was no music to provide relief to this tense stand off between the early twenty something and the teenager as they patrolled opposite sides of the store. Glimpses of Severine between the gaps between articles of clothing showed that she lay in wait to pounce on anyone whom stepped through the intricate glass doors.