Post by Barrel on Nov 17, 2007 20:37:49 GMT -8
A drill-happy dentist. A geeky man. A sweet girl. A greedy shopkeeper. And a singing plant. Mix thoroughly and enjoy. WARNING: Don't feed the plant.
Yeah, this is basically the events of LSoH told from one of the character's POVs. Some references to demo songs and the 1960 Little Shop WILL be included.
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Chapter 1
t was dark. That's all I knew. It could be day, it could be night, but I couldn't tell. Who could, when you had a blindfold on? And anyways, in my apartment, if you had the windows shut and the lights off, it would be dark on matter what the time of day was. And my lack of sight only enhanced my other senses, especially my hearing. I could hear him moving almost-silently around the room. What he was doing, I don't know, but I can't even bear to think of what it might be. I had given up trying to wriggle free of the handcuffs holding me to the headboard of my bead a while ago. How long had it been? A day? An hour? Five minutes? I couldn't tell.
His footsteps came closer, and there was a slight depression on the bed next to me as my boyfriend sat down. I could feel him gently running his fingers across my face. Then he pulled away. I knew what was coming, but I had no way to avoid it. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as his bony fist collided with my eye. Then I felt his breath on my face; he currently smelled like alcohol, smoke, and... I paused. If I hadn't been blindfolded and punched in the eye, I would've stared at my boyfriend. Orin must've been on more drugs than I thought, because instead of cologne, I could scent... some of my perfume. "That's what ya get for being late for our date!" he hissed, then burst into giggles, collapsing on top of me. He was actually sort of heavy, but I'd never tell him that or he'd hurt me so badly I'd want to die. Seriously. No lie. He's done it once before.
"S-sorry Doctor!" I said quickly, trying to squirm away from the man pinning me down and roughly kissing my lips.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK, FULQUARD!?" he then snarled. I could hear the rage in his voice, and almost imagine the look of fury in his eyes, and knew I had made a major mistake. Crap. Sometimes I feel as if it's blondes like me that give the others a bad name. This was going to be a long, painful night- or day, whatever it was.
Orin finally pulled the blindfold off of me with one hand as he buttoned his uniformed shirt with the other. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I had told Seymour that all Orin and I did was kiss- until last night. I shuddered. If he asked again, I'd have to change my answer. But then Orin undid the handcuffs, and I sat up, rubbing my sore wrists. The skin was chafed and reddish, even bleeding in spots. Orin could get violent. "Now get going, I have to work," he snapped, walking into the bathroom, probably to retrieve the bottle of hair gel he left at my place all the time.
"Okay! Good-bye Doctor!" I replied, trying to sound cheery as I walked out of my apartment. If I didn't sound cheerful, he'd hurt me. I had learned that also. My eye hurt quite a bit, but I'd just check it out once I got to work. I cautiously crossed the street after glancing around to see if Orin was anywhere nearby. Experience told me that if I was crossing the street and he was driving his motorcycle, he would ignore me and keep going.
Anyways, back to the story. I passed the trio of street urchins, waving at them as I walked into the little flower shop I worked at. "Good morning Mister Mushnik!" I said cheerfully once inside.
My boss had perked up at the sound of the tinkling bells attached to the door, but then made a face. "Morning? MORNING!? It's TWO O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERN- Audrey, where'd you get that shiner?"
Crap. He was on to me. Tell him the truth or lie... tell him the truth or lie... hard decision. I decided to play the role of the innocent clueless girl. "Uh... Shiner?" I asked as I casually raised one hand to my face to hide my black eye. "I d-don't know what you're talkin' about, Mister Mushnik! What shiner?"
My boss opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by my co-worker. "I got the flowers arranged like you asked me to, and-AGH!" The sort of geeky man ended up tripping over a stool he probably dragged out earlier. He dropped the tray he was holding, the pots on top of it crashing to the floor and shattering upon impact, sending dirt and plants spraying everywhere. I struggled not to roll my eyes. The boy had to be the clumsiest person in the history of the world. But I knelt next to him, to make sure Seymour Krelbourn was okay.
He looked at me. He LOOKED at me. At ME. And smiled. Funny, isn't it, how a simple smile can brighten even the worst day. "Oh, hi Audrey!" he greeted as cheerfully as I had been a moment before.
I then flinched, remembering my black eye. I turned away from Seymour, biting my lip nervously and covering my eye so he wouldn't see it. I couldn't let him see it! But I couldn't ignore his greeting. "Hi Seymour!"
There was a pause. I cautiously turned back to Seymour, to see what he was doing, not expecting what I saw. He was studying my face intently. "Is that..." he began. I flinched again. He wasn't stupid, he knew what that was... "Is that new eye makeup?" he asked curiously.
Whoa. Where did THAT come from? But it was best to let him think whatever he wanted. I gave him a small nod as I told the silently observing, frowning Mushnik, "I-I'm gonna help Seymour clean up before any of the customers get here. So when they come, we can help them and not have them trippin' over this stuff..."
"Well, you won't have to worry about customers 'cause we don't have any!" Mushnik snapped, throwing his hands in the air. "Not a single customer all day. None yesterday, or the day before. Probably none tomorrow!" With an annoyed growl, my boss stormed out of the shop. I ignored him; he often did odd things like that. I could hear him yelling, but I couldn't quite tell what he was saying. But it didn't matter. It was none of my business.
"I'll throw this away," I told Seymour as I collected the pieces of pot and stood up. "Pot those plants, and this time, set the tray down on the counter before you try to open the display case." I smiled at my co-worker as I exited the shop, walking around the corner to the alley, where our trash can was located. I carefully lifted the lid and dropped the pot pieces inside, then shut the can and sat down on the lid with a sigh. Now I could rant to myself for a little bit, until someone came looking for me. "Guys here in Skid Row are jerks, all wanting the same thing," I sighed softly. "I don't do that sorta stuff anymore. That's the past. Well, unless Orin wants to, but it's his choice." I growled softly as I glared at the ground. "Why is it so hard to have a good relationship in this place!? It's a dump!" And then I finally voiced one of my secret wishes: "I'd love to get outta Skid Row, but then I'd leave Seymour. I can't do that to him. Even if it meant I could leave this place, I'd stay if Seymour did. He's a nice fella, he doesn't deserve to be here." Well, I was calmer now. I took a deep breath, and then stood up, walking out of the alley- and almost slammed into Seymour.
"Oh, hi Audrey!" my co-worker grinned. "I was just lookin' for y-" He was interrupted by Mushnik.
"GET BACK IN HERE YOU TWO!" he roared, poking his head out the door of the shop.
Seymour and I glanced at each other. The look on his face was comical. I was struggling not to laugh. He had this annoyed, panicky, and yet sorta cute expression on his face, like he was caught telling a horrid secret or something. There's no way to describe it. It's just Seymour. "Coming!" we chorused, returning to the shop. Seymour's hand had somehow found mine, and it was all I could do to keep from blushing with pleasure.
Yeah, this is basically the events of LSoH told from one of the character's POVs. Some references to demo songs and the 1960 Little Shop WILL be included.
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Chapter 1
t was dark. That's all I knew. It could be day, it could be night, but I couldn't tell. Who could, when you had a blindfold on? And anyways, in my apartment, if you had the windows shut and the lights off, it would be dark on matter what the time of day was. And my lack of sight only enhanced my other senses, especially my hearing. I could hear him moving almost-silently around the room. What he was doing, I don't know, but I can't even bear to think of what it might be. I had given up trying to wriggle free of the handcuffs holding me to the headboard of my bead a while ago. How long had it been? A day? An hour? Five minutes? I couldn't tell.
His footsteps came closer, and there was a slight depression on the bed next to me as my boyfriend sat down. I could feel him gently running his fingers across my face. Then he pulled away. I knew what was coming, but I had no way to avoid it. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as his bony fist collided with my eye. Then I felt his breath on my face; he currently smelled like alcohol, smoke, and... I paused. If I hadn't been blindfolded and punched in the eye, I would've stared at my boyfriend. Orin must've been on more drugs than I thought, because instead of cologne, I could scent... some of my perfume. "That's what ya get for being late for our date!" he hissed, then burst into giggles, collapsing on top of me. He was actually sort of heavy, but I'd never tell him that or he'd hurt me so badly I'd want to die. Seriously. No lie. He's done it once before.
"S-sorry Doctor!" I said quickly, trying to squirm away from the man pinning me down and roughly kissing my lips.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK, FULQUARD!?" he then snarled. I could hear the rage in his voice, and almost imagine the look of fury in his eyes, and knew I had made a major mistake. Crap. Sometimes I feel as if it's blondes like me that give the others a bad name. This was going to be a long, painful night- or day, whatever it was.
Orin finally pulled the blindfold off of me with one hand as he buttoned his uniformed shirt with the other. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I had told Seymour that all Orin and I did was kiss- until last night. I shuddered. If he asked again, I'd have to change my answer. But then Orin undid the handcuffs, and I sat up, rubbing my sore wrists. The skin was chafed and reddish, even bleeding in spots. Orin could get violent. "Now get going, I have to work," he snapped, walking into the bathroom, probably to retrieve the bottle of hair gel he left at my place all the time.
"Okay! Good-bye Doctor!" I replied, trying to sound cheery as I walked out of my apartment. If I didn't sound cheerful, he'd hurt me. I had learned that also. My eye hurt quite a bit, but I'd just check it out once I got to work. I cautiously crossed the street after glancing around to see if Orin was anywhere nearby. Experience told me that if I was crossing the street and he was driving his motorcycle, he would ignore me and keep going.
Anyways, back to the story. I passed the trio of street urchins, waving at them as I walked into the little flower shop I worked at. "Good morning Mister Mushnik!" I said cheerfully once inside.
My boss had perked up at the sound of the tinkling bells attached to the door, but then made a face. "Morning? MORNING!? It's TWO O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERN- Audrey, where'd you get that shiner?"
Crap. He was on to me. Tell him the truth or lie... tell him the truth or lie... hard decision. I decided to play the role of the innocent clueless girl. "Uh... Shiner?" I asked as I casually raised one hand to my face to hide my black eye. "I d-don't know what you're talkin' about, Mister Mushnik! What shiner?"
My boss opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by my co-worker. "I got the flowers arranged like you asked me to, and-AGH!" The sort of geeky man ended up tripping over a stool he probably dragged out earlier. He dropped the tray he was holding, the pots on top of it crashing to the floor and shattering upon impact, sending dirt and plants spraying everywhere. I struggled not to roll my eyes. The boy had to be the clumsiest person in the history of the world. But I knelt next to him, to make sure Seymour Krelbourn was okay.
He looked at me. He LOOKED at me. At ME. And smiled. Funny, isn't it, how a simple smile can brighten even the worst day. "Oh, hi Audrey!" he greeted as cheerfully as I had been a moment before.
I then flinched, remembering my black eye. I turned away from Seymour, biting my lip nervously and covering my eye so he wouldn't see it. I couldn't let him see it! But I couldn't ignore his greeting. "Hi Seymour!"
There was a pause. I cautiously turned back to Seymour, to see what he was doing, not expecting what I saw. He was studying my face intently. "Is that..." he began. I flinched again. He wasn't stupid, he knew what that was... "Is that new eye makeup?" he asked curiously.
Whoa. Where did THAT come from? But it was best to let him think whatever he wanted. I gave him a small nod as I told the silently observing, frowning Mushnik, "I-I'm gonna help Seymour clean up before any of the customers get here. So when they come, we can help them and not have them trippin' over this stuff..."
"Well, you won't have to worry about customers 'cause we don't have any!" Mushnik snapped, throwing his hands in the air. "Not a single customer all day. None yesterday, or the day before. Probably none tomorrow!" With an annoyed growl, my boss stormed out of the shop. I ignored him; he often did odd things like that. I could hear him yelling, but I couldn't quite tell what he was saying. But it didn't matter. It was none of my business.
"I'll throw this away," I told Seymour as I collected the pieces of pot and stood up. "Pot those plants, and this time, set the tray down on the counter before you try to open the display case." I smiled at my co-worker as I exited the shop, walking around the corner to the alley, where our trash can was located. I carefully lifted the lid and dropped the pot pieces inside, then shut the can and sat down on the lid with a sigh. Now I could rant to myself for a little bit, until someone came looking for me. "Guys here in Skid Row are jerks, all wanting the same thing," I sighed softly. "I don't do that sorta stuff anymore. That's the past. Well, unless Orin wants to, but it's his choice." I growled softly as I glared at the ground. "Why is it so hard to have a good relationship in this place!? It's a dump!" And then I finally voiced one of my secret wishes: "I'd love to get outta Skid Row, but then I'd leave Seymour. I can't do that to him. Even if it meant I could leave this place, I'd stay if Seymour did. He's a nice fella, he doesn't deserve to be here." Well, I was calmer now. I took a deep breath, and then stood up, walking out of the alley- and almost slammed into Seymour.
"Oh, hi Audrey!" my co-worker grinned. "I was just lookin' for y-" He was interrupted by Mushnik.
"GET BACK IN HERE YOU TWO!" he roared, poking his head out the door of the shop.
Seymour and I glanced at each other. The look on his face was comical. I was struggling not to laugh. He had this annoyed, panicky, and yet sorta cute expression on his face, like he was caught telling a horrid secret or something. There's no way to describe it. It's just Seymour. "Coming!" we chorused, returning to the shop. Seymour's hand had somehow found mine, and it was all I could do to keep from blushing with pleasure.