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Post by Shock on Jan 30, 2008 19:05:06 GMT -8
"If you were to tear open every pie in this establishment, or were to test the meat in a lab, you would find evidence of human remains. And who do you think finishes off each victim and sends them down to be ground up, with a single slit to the throat?" Evanesce said, raising an eyebrow. SN pulled some more, but then seemed to admit defeat. But then she lunged again, trying to pull her arm free, but it was in a rather hopeless way. She was shaking again. She looked for something to cling to, but the room was almost completely bare other than THE CHAIR.
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Barrel
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Post by Barrel on Jan 30, 2008 19:26:55 GMT -8
"What pies?" Orin asked. Just from that statement, you could tell how much he knew about this particular Sondheim musical: pretty much nothing. "What victims? Who slashes throats?" He grinned a little at that. Anyone who slits throats is good in Orin's eyes. But then again, he was a sadistic freak and naturally liked stuff like that. Lovett tightened her grip even more, and started dragging SN towards the chair. Then she could get someone to hold her in there so she could start punishing SN for being an obsessive fangirl.
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Shock
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Post by Shock on Jan 30, 2008 19:40:06 GMT -8
Evanesce snapped her fingers after glancing at Lovett and SN, turning the chair into a chair with restraints. "Sweeney slits throats, and Lovett cooks them in pies. But it would be in your best interest not to bring it up. Not unless you want to die." She personally wouldn't let that happen, but still, it would be better if Orin didn't go mouthing off. SN gave up, hopeless. But she wasn't going to make it easier for Lovett. She let herself go completely limp, turning herself into a dead weight. Maybe it would be enough to postpone being punished for liking Sweeney.
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Barrel
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Post by Barrel on Jan 30, 2008 19:55:12 GMT -8
Orin's grin widened, if that was even possible. "Sooo... you gonna tell me more 'bout what they do?" he asked. He wanted to know more, of course. It was like stopping a story in the middle. He HAD to find out the rest. "I'll ask 'em myself if I have to," he added. He would, too. His life as a druggie dentist had pretty much fried most of his brain cells. Lovett growled softly. She wasn't giving up now! The fact that SN wasn't cooperating made the baker decide to hurt her more. She'd show that fangirl who was the #1 Sweeney fangirl. She didn't like competition.
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Shock
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Post by Shock on Jan 30, 2008 20:08:53 GMT -8
Well, after a bit of being dragged, SN's arm was starting to hurt, so she somewhat helped by pushing herself forward a little to let some pressure off. It was worse than playing Cello for a long time, and that could be pretty painful. "Honestly, that's all I know. SN was babbling on about it the other day," Evanesce pointed out. "Please don't talk to them! They'd kill you for knowing too much." She was a little disgusted by herself saying please, but he was the only one she'd say that for, and she knew it, so it was okay. Well, she made it okay anyways.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 30, 2008 20:20:30 GMT -8
Lovett hauled SN into the chair, briefly stared at the restraints-- she swore they hadn't been there before-- then shrugged and locked SN in. She stepped back a little to examine the fangirl. "Let's see... wot shall I cut off first?" she wondered aloud, pulling out the razor that she had "forgotten" to give to Sweeney out again. "Come ON! That can't be the end of the story!" Orin whined, pouting. He always enjoyed hearing about people hurting others. He abruptly spun around and walked towards Sweeney. "Hey. HEY! You! The lady here-" he jerked his head in Evanesce's direction, "-says you kill people. Is that true?" he wanted to know.
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Post by Shock on Jan 31, 2008 15:21:21 GMT -8
Sweeney glared at Evanesce, a threat in his eyes, and muttered, "Of course not." He wasn't going to admit it. He continued to sharpen his razor idly. "Liar," Evanesce muttered, but she didn't want to get Orin killed, so she didn't say anything. SN struggled against the restraints, trying to bend her hands to reach them but to no avail. Her hands just didn't bend that way. She stared at the razor with wide eyes, heart pounding in terror. She reflected on the fact that lots of people had died in this chair, and it didn't help her stress levels. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 31, 2008 15:29:09 GMT -8
With Sweeney's denial, Orin turned to shoot a glare at Evanesce, thinking she lied to him. He didn't like that. But he turned back to Sweeney. "Hey. When was the last time you saw a dentist?" he wanted to know, trying to catch a glimpse of the barber's teeth. What? He was bored! Was there some sort of unwritten rule that said he couldn't practice his profession wherever he wanted? Lovett examined SN closely, much like a painter does a canvas, trying to think of the best way to begin. She then figured, Aw, wot the 'ell, and went for the fangirl's elbow, razor clutched tightly as if it would be taken away from her at any moment, before she could finish-- or even start-- the torture.
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Post by Shock on Jan 31, 2008 15:47:06 GMT -8
SN seemed to shrink against the chair, turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut, her muscles tensing up despite the knowledge that it would make it hurt worse. Don't hurt, don't hurt, don't hurt, she thought frantically. She felt like she was going to be sick or pass out or something. She didn't handle painful torture well. Sweeney simply stared menacingly at Orin for a moment before going back to sharpening his razor's already insanely sharp blade. Evanesce looked incredulous. "You think I'm lying?!" she said in a shrill, angry voice. Her lip pulled up, revealing her teeth a little, in an animalistic way. She wasn't really human, anyways.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 31, 2008 16:01:53 GMT -8
A fiendish grin formed on Lovett's face as she pressed the razor against SN's elbow, then cackled a little as she pressed down and began sawing with the weapon. She wished this was Lucy she was hurting, but a fangirl was second best. She viewed this as "practicing", because she swore to herself that Lucy would be her next victim. Orin stared back at Sweeney, scowling a little. Then he turned to Evanesce. "Well, you said he killed people and he said he didn't, so one of you is lying!" he snapped. He believed Sweeney, of course. But then again, would you really expect anything different from the man who viewed women as punching bags or his own personal slaves? He perked up a little at the sight of Evanesce's teeth, however, his hand slowly inching towards his pocket where he kept his tools.
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Post by Shock on Jan 31, 2008 16:17:59 GMT -8
SN shrieked in pain, each time the weaponed sawed bringing on another round of sharp pains echoing up and down her arm. She jerked away automatically, but it was nearly impossible for her to move at all. Blood dribbled down her arm and splattered onto the blade of the silver razor. She kept her face looking away to make sure she didn't get sick at the sight of her own blood. Evanesce rolled her eyes. She'd learned by now that the dentist profession came with the deal. Not that it hurt her or anything. It was just very annoying most of the time. Sweeney thought this interesting and looked up, pausing in the sharpening of his razor.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 31, 2008 16:38:19 GMT -8
Orin whipped out his pliers, lunging towards Evanesce-- but SN's scream made him spin halfway around in mid-lunge, pretty much causing him to fall flat on his face. He quickly got up, and crept over to the chair, eyes wide and a grin beginning to form on his face as he watched, much like a little kid watching a favorite movie. Lovett cackled as she continued sawing. She decided that she liked doing this. She'd have to go out and kill people more often. It was much more fun than just cutting up a dead body.
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Post by Shock on Jan 31, 2008 16:51:24 GMT -8
SN thrashed about best she could, trying desperately to yank her arm free. But the more she jerked it around, the more it seemed to be ridden with ripping, screeching pain. She didn't know how much more she could take, and it was only one limb, not even halfway off! How was she going to live through the rest of what Lovett probably was planning. Evanesce scowled, not happy that attention was taken away from her. She liked being the center of attention. She strode over and watched with bright eyed interest anyways, though, because she liked seeing SN in pain. ~_~ A young man about in his twenties, dressed all in black, strode down the street. He was just passing the barber shop when he heard a muffled scream coming from it. Frowning with suspicion, Ichabod Crane started up the stairs, pulling out his pistol as he did so.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 31, 2008 17:19:14 GMT -8
Lovett didn't even have to saw with the razor. SN's thrashing was practically doing the job. However, she continued, mainly because she enjoyed seeing the fangirl in obvious pain. "Now you know not t' stalk Mr. Todd!" she snarled. Orin was standing there, frozen, as he continued to watch, creepy grin on his face. He twitched a little-- he'd love to hurt someone-- but remained where he was. He could always go inflict pain upon someone later. But for now, he'd enjoy the show.
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Post by Shock on Feb 1, 2008 10:10:10 GMT -8
"Fine! I'll never stalk him again! Just STOP!" SN screeched, still trying to pull free of the modified chair. Her arm and even part of the arm of the chair was drenched in blood. Tears of pain leaked out of her eyes. Ichabod held his gun at the ready, pulling himself together before trying to open the door. It was locked, so he did some fancy lock picking and flung the door wide, gun held threateningly in front of him. "Hey! Let her go!" he yelled upon seeing SN being tortured.
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