Whisper Charlton (histrionic_life) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-14 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-26 |
Don't like the backseat, gotta be first
Who: Via and Whisper
Where: Outside Ad Gustum
When: Later evening
Whisper knew that going to Ad Gustum was something that Karine did not approve of but really, she did not care. There was good blood and company to be had there and what Karine did not know would not hurt her. Yes she would learn later but at that precise moment? She had not known and Whisper had been able to have a lovely B- angelic blooded boy. Sure he seemed a little vapid but his blood had been delicious and that was what she was after. Drinking from a glass could become so boring and it never had the same freshness that straight from the neck did. Plus it was more like she had been ‘raised’ on.
After paying on her way out Whisper sighed, breathing in the fresh air even though she did not need it. Sometimes those little things were nice, other times they were annoying. Right then it was nice. Humming quietly to herself, still relishing the attention she had been given and sure she could survive on that until she got home, Whisper smoothed out the dress that had cost more than the night and started towards where she had parked her car. If she forgot where that was then she would just walk.
She’d been given very clear instructions not to go to Ad Gustum by Liliya but Via was a woman of high class and couldn’t bare to be on this hours old diet of Heme blood. That and she didn’t have Liliya with her angelic blooded husband inviting her over every night. Yep, she was coming to Ad Gustum on shady advice from an old acquaintance. Naturally, every waking moment that she wasn’t in the company of other, she was on her cellphone. Quietly smoothing down the material on her Balenciaga dress she spoke loud enough on her phone the whole town could have probably heard how she conducted business “No, no, I told you already, the net is too gaudy, I design fashion clothes, not Halloween costumes.” she said into the phone. It seemed lately that all of the people she was working with wanted just to argue. “That’s an irrelevant example Marlene, the point is not to be overly thematic. I’m not opposed to net, I just think that if you put a net on that dress it’s going to make our model look like a fucking mermaid.” she practically yelled into her phone.
As she walked toward the door she was still yapping about fashion, but a figure that was coming up looked familiar, someone Via herself would have known from fashion history. “Oh my fucking god it’s Whisper Charlton.” she said into the phone, not bothering to keep herself quiet as she passed her by.
Whisper’s ears were practically attuned to anything that touched on the world of fashion and picked up the tones of someone talking about it. Her eyes narrowed a little when she heard what was being said, though the glare vanished before it really started when she heard her name. Good girl, she thought instantly, smiling despite herself at the touch of attention she had done nothing more than exist for. Turning slightly Whisper gave the girl a head to toe glance before giving a slight nod. Not near as good as if she had worn something from her line, but it was passable. Not rags at least. And the girl was clearly a vampire, Whisper knew that as soon as she looked at her.
“Looks like you know something about fashion,” Whisper remarked. Normally she would have kept going and let whoever this was go about her business but... passing up being recognized by someone on the streets who was talking about fashion? No, that was not going to happen. “And clearly you already know who I am. Very good, miss... whoever you might be.”
Noting Whisper’s obvious lack of modesty, and smirked a bit. “Via Cohen.” she stated, checking her clothing to see if any thread was hanging loose or the like. “You probably don’t remember me, I modeled your fall line of 77’.” she stated, looking at her phone and speaking clearly into the receiver. “I’ll call you back Marlene.” she said and then stuffed it back into her bag along with a myriad of other useless things she brought around with her on a day to day basis. “I’m a designer now, maybe you’ve heard of me.” she said, oh yes, Via could be just as egotistic. There was no point in lowering herself just because she was in the midst of someone whose empire had begun longer ago. If anything, Via almost felt better for having accomplished so much in less time. That’s what she thought at least.
The doors of Ad Gustum were calling her, and while she was hungry, the meal could wait for this very conversation. This was Whisper Charlton and if anybody could make Via more successful than she already was, she’d count on it being the woman in front of her.
A model from 1977? Really? Huh, well it looked like Scarlet Oak was simply bursting at the seams with old connections, wanted and unwanted. Whisper could appreciate a former model continuing in the fashion world, applaud it even, but assuming that she had heard of them because they were a designer? It took actual effort, expended only because she had just had angelic blood and was in a good mood, for Whisper to not burst out laughing at that. Like she would pay any attention to someone who had been designing for less than half a century! Which clearly this Via Cohen qualified as if she had been a model that short a time ago. Whisper? Had never been a model. Not that anyone really knew that. “I haven’t heard of you, no,” Whisper admitted after a long pause, toying with one of her curls before letting it go. “I might remember you though, if I saw the line that I had back then. With all of the success you’d understand how something that long ago could simply be lost to the memories of time. Or you will understand, if your line can hold on for that long.”
Whisper was not attempting to be condescending or anything of that like, she simply was that way by default. Another vampire designer putting herself on the same level as her? She would never be able to react well to that, even if she tried. Far too in danger of pulling even a drop of attention away from her.
Can hold on? She understood this woman had decades of experience above her, but Via didn’t at all think her designs were in any way superior to Via’s own. “Oh well you know, we can’t all take the kind of dragging responsibility of awful 70’s fashion.” she said with a grin. Strictly speaking, oh no she didn’t. Via was not about to let anyone criticize her work. It didn’t matter that she had more experience, Via felt that even if they had been even remotely comparable that Via wouldn’t have been worse off. “Don’t worry.” she said, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder. “You weren’t the only one.” she stated, smirking all the while. It was true, Via played dirty, already had downright insulted Whisper, but she didn’t care, sometimes a little competition could be good for business. The doors of Ad Gustum could wait, she was insulted and no one insulted Sylvia Cohen, not when she could crush them in an instant.
The truth was, Whisper was all the more likely actually superior to Via. She could easily be crushed by her, but Via assumed for the sake of believing that she was doing the right thing, truly believed that Whisper might think the competition would do her good as well.
The 70s were an awful time. “Oh I know, that’s why I never wore the clothes from then.” A tight smile. Whisper had actually spent quite a decent amount of time while her line was booming hidden away because most of her clientele would have died before they wore something designed by an African American and she knew that. This girl? Ugh, new designers were all the same. Egos that soared higher than they deserved and destroyed things when they were ruined. Whisper would know because if that ever happened to hers she would level a city. At the least. One did not mess with a histrionic though in truth? Negative attention did work as well as positive, she still soaked it up like a sponge. Better than the blood she had just drank. “And little girl, I’m not worried. If I haven’t heard your name then you’re not worth my noting, that’s all. Doesn’t mean you’re not perfectly suited for K-mart and other little retail stores.” Whisper reached out and patted her cheek, smiling just enough to show her fangs. “Once you get up there in a few decades and stay for another few then maybe I’ll be able to remember your name.”
Via being babied and even more, patted on her cheek was a slight that she was not wiling to let go. From this point forward, Via swore that however she could, Whisper Charlton’s empire would crumble to the ground. She grabbed her wrist tightly from where it had patted her face and sneered, her own fangs bore to Whisper. “Count on that happening before a few decades.” she practically threatened, letting go of Whispers wrist to cross her arms across her chest. They hadn’t been rivals before, hadn’t really been in the same genre of fashion whatsoever, yet now that she’d treated her like she hadn’t lived, well that was slight that she wasnt willing to let go of. She may not have been hundreds of years old, but Via Cohen lived, no, survived through a great deal of horrific things, and what one person could take hundreds of years to experience, Via witnessed within the first 26 years of her life.
Yeah, she was ready for a cat fight, but she’d of course prefer to work in more intelligent ways, using her wit to destroy Whisper completely. A physical fight could prove messy and unnecessary, considering they would heal up in no time. No, nor her death or her healed body would do Via any good. The wounds she had to create for Whisper had to be thicker than skin.
“Doubtful,” Whisper sneered back, shaking her wrist out. What was with the young things thinking they knew anything? So perhaps Via was not technically young, but she was in her eyes. And Whisper doubted that this girl had ever gone through what she had when she was alive. But she did not think about that for a very good reason. It was depressing and she had had her angelic blood. No reason to let it go to waste just because some model turned designer thought herself on the same level as her. Please, mortal designers were nowhere near her and this Via - vampire or not - had not been around as long as some of them. The Kilcrowen was not even viewing this as a challenge to rise to, or Via as a rival. She was something inconsequential to be forgotten about and if she proved herself to be any sort of difficult for being in the same city then Whisper had friends. Witches were so useful.
“Now little darlin’,” Whisper drawled it, pulling out a compact to check and make sure her make-up was fine. She had gotten rid of her Southern drawl over a century ago and knew that her mind would protest he using it by the time she got home, but right then she was fine. “Get that look off your face and smile a bit, someone’s going to think that you’re havin’ some sort of a problem.” She could be, if Whisper touched her again. It was a tempting thing to inspire her own madness in this other vampire, let her feel that for a bit, see what happened. “Won’t get out of retail that way.”
“Getting out of retail would involve me being in retail.” she said with a smirk, cocking her head to the side. “But I suppose since you haven’t heard of me, you’d dare to assume just what isn’t true.” she stated, watching Whispers movements in case she tried to touch Via again. She would remove her by force if necessary. “So, kindly, take your southern accent and your pathetic excuse for a line and please move out of my way.” she said, Whisper being a clear obstruction on her way into Ad Gustum. She’d rather leave her there to think about all the ways Via was inferior to her so that she could get her blood and go on about he business in her attempts to thwart Whispers’ line. At least she was still polite when she asked Whisper to move, after all, she was a Cyri and Cyri’s just didn’t do things without keeping up appearances.
Really, it was as easy as fluttering her heartbeat, warming up her cheeks, screaming out HELP and running away in a sobbing fit to at least get Whisper behind bars, but Via couldn’t risk putting herself in that position, so she’d have to find someone who would. It would be easy to cart a vampire off to jail if some poor little human set them up.
Excuse of a line? Please! Via was lucky she was dealing with someone who thrived off of all sorts of attention. If not for her disorder, if Whisper had been like everyone else, then she would have snapped her head off by now and left her for whoever patrolled Heme to find. Via could not be all that old and everyone knew strength came with age for vampires no matter how young or fragile they worked. That and Karine had been so insistent about the gun. Whisper was more likely to miss anything she aimed at unless it was the side of a barn, but hey, she had it. Nikita and Karine would be so proud of her.
“Sweetie,” the Southern drawl was gone like it had never been, but Whisper’s face still sparkled with amusement. “My ‘excuse of a line’ has been successful for longer than you’ve been alive and undead put together so don’t go forgetting that. And work on your come backs and your temper, it’s amusing to me but if you come across someone who hasn’t a strong dose of angelic-blood-” with a side of histrionic “-then you’re going to be in for a world of hurt.” The disappointment was a given. Calling N & C an excuse of a line? Please! Whisper could never take someone who even suggested that seriously. Girl clearly thought too much of herself, probably came from one of those egotistical families. Whatever, not Whisper’s concern at the moment. She stepped aside, quirking an eyebrow. “Go play with the blood dolls, see if you can get something that’ll temper than tantrum you’re going to end up throwing.”
She slightly chuckled at how Whisper still seemed to go on. “Oh I’m not here for the blood dolls, Baby, I don’t need to lower my standards like that, I’m just popping in to see an old friend.” If one could call Lex an old friend, really, he had been more of bother than a friend. He was arrogant, snobbish and hopelessly in lust with Via but he was better for seeing around then Whisper turned out to be. She didn't need to explain herself any more than that because it was absolutely true. She had intended to speak with Lex to find a comfortable blood situation for her but not in the form of weekly whore visits.
“Tootaloo, gorgeous, don't want to waste your high standing in a parking lot wishing you'd said something hurtful. It's pathetic really.” she said and backed into the door where she'd wanted just to get away from Whisper, only to plan her demise. As far as Via could tell, she had said nothing that would promote Whisper to treat her in the way she did but she sure as hell wasn't going to stand for it and she vowed to show Whisper the cost of insulting Via Cohen.
Whisper did not really believe what Via said but she decided to not remark on it and just let it go. Because she really did have more important things to do and was already brushing the arrogant little former model out of her thoughts she tried to figure out whether or not she wanted to see if she could figure a way to merge that Calista girl’s designs in with her next line or give it a side-branch. Decisions decisions. For the time being, she forgot about Via and her little verbal jabs and narrowed eyes, but she would remember later when she was curled up next to Karine. Her sire would be so much better about handling the whole matter. She always was.