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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 18:37:08 GMT -8
((Well, that other RP was getting boring since the main plot was almost over, and I thought a little SN-Lovett tenseness was in order. Basic plot: SN's obsessed with Sweeney, Lovett doesn't like it, a certain Demon Barber can't find his razors so he has no say at all, and any other randomness that can make things worse is always welcome. So bring in anyone ya want!))
SN hid in a certain convieniently body-sized trunk, as the Demon Barber of Fleet Street searched in vain for his razors that he couldn't seem to find. You could just barely see her eyes staring out at him, but he didn't notice. He had more important things on his mind, like where his friends had slipped off to. Where the hell could they be?! He couldn't 'open shop' until he found them!
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Barrel
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 18:54:21 GMT -8
"Mr. Todd, I brought you somethin' t'eat," Lovett announced, poking her head into Sweeney's "lair". "You can't go 'round mopin' all the time. You gotta eat an' sleep too, Mr. Todd. You're 'uman, like the rest of us." Sweeney might not like that, she knew, but it was the truth. "So..." She walked fully into the shop, carrying a tray with a few of her pies and an alcoholic beverage (take your pick) on it. "I'll jus' set this over 'ere, love," she told the barber. She was one of those people who couldn't stand silence, so she always seemed to be saying something.
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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 19:03:19 GMT -8
"Have you seen my fr-razors?" Sweeney asked, going through several more drawers, betting that this was some sort of scheme of hers to get him to be with her. But hiding his razors wasn't going to help. He looked everywhere, under his chair, in the window sill, absolutely everywhere! ((I sense sexual harassment coming on...from stalkers. Just depends on who gets there first...)) SN tensed upon Lovett's arrival, and though she felt like Lovett would see her at any moment, she didn't dare to move for bringing attention to herself. She prayed to god no one decided to sit on the trunk, because it was actually quite small and it would smash her head down painfully.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 19:22:41 GMT -8
Lovett gave an exasperated sigh as she set the tray down and walked over to Sweeney. "They're down in the bake 'ouse," she informed him. "No clue 'ow they got there, though." She was lying, of course. She had "borrowed" them to hack the bodies Todd had given her to tiny, bloody bits. She and a certain plant would probably get along very well if they ever met. Note to self: keep Lovett away from Skid Row. Lovett didn't even bother to check the room for random fangirls like she usually did. Besides, she was tired of chasing said fangirls out. They always seemed to be back. And they seemed to multiply. Especially the ones that claimed they were the most perfect beings in existence, which was impossible. Sweeney was the only perfect creature, in Lovett's mind.
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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 19:33:40 GMT -8
Sweeney snarled and kicked the trunk containing the fangirl, making her flinch down and cover her head. She heard a click. Oh...damn, she thought, pushing lightly on the lid of the trunk. It didn't open. Oh God, what do I do now? If I make any noise, I could get killed... but claustrophobia got the best of her, and she started pushing harder on the lid, finally freaking out badly enough to make the trunk flip onto its front(the part with the clasp). Sweeney stared at the trunk in evil curiousness. But he didn't open it. He had no means of defense at the moment, after all.
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Barrel
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 19:39:53 GMT -8
Lovett smiled innocently at Sweeney, ignoring the sounds coming from the trunk. "Well, I'd better go an' open shop!" she said, flashing a wide grin at Sweeney before rushing out. She knew he'd be mad at her later, but she didn't care. She could probably talk her way out of it.
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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 20:08:11 GMT -8
"Wait!" Sweeney followed her as far as the door; he never went much farther than that. "Do you know what we can do with whatever's in that trunk?" he asked, knowing what she'd most likely say. "From the sounds of it, I think it's that stalker fangirl that keeps, well, stalking me." SN heard this, and felt her blood go cold. "AH! HELP! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!" she shrieked. She couldn't die! She was too young to die! Not to mention Lovett hated her guts and would probably torture her to death.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 20:14:04 GMT -8
Lovett stopped dead in her tracks, already halfway down the stairs. She slowly turned towards Sweeney, eyes narrowing. "Let me fetch those friends o' yours from the bake 'ouse, Mr. Todd, an' we can deal with wotever's in there," she growled, heading down the rest of the stairs. (Let's see... who should play "hero"? Hmm...)
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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 20:21:17 GMT -8
"Okay, meet me back in my shop," Sweeney instructed her, stalking back inside and slamming the door. Then he sat in his chair and listened to the pleasant screams and cries for help coming from the trunk. "Let me ooooouuuuuuut!" SN wailed, slumping so that her body was bowed uncomfortably inside the trunk. Sure, a body fit in there. It didn't fit in there very comfortably though. Then she lunged again, rattling the thing around until it was upside down and she was lying on the lid. She rattled it around some more until she was back to lying on her back with the trunk right-side up.
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 20:40:59 GMT -8
Lovett smirked as she went down tot he bakehouse, scooping up the razors. She glanced around, then slipped one into her dress for later use as she carried the rest back up to Sweeney's place, ignoring the incredibly dirty bum-guy that had wandered up the stairs, flashing a set of oddly white teeth. Didn't bums usually have nasty teeth? Oh well. Lovett didn't care. She walked in, the bum right behind her. The bum had heard SN's screaming and decided to come see the show. Of course, it was the Treehouse's master of disguise. He wasn't about to walk around in a dentist uniform, though. No, he had to blend in the best he could. Which was what he was trying to do.
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Post by Shock on Jan 29, 2008 20:56:17 GMT -8
SN heard someone walk in, and pressed herself against the floor of the trunk, wishing she would disappear. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening... She squeezed her eyes shut and thought pleasant, Johnny Depp thoughts that kept her from screaming aloud again. Sweeney snatched his razors back, running a hand down their handles and flicking open one's blade. "Open the trunk," he ordered Lovett, putting the other razors back in the holster at his belt. "Don't open the trunk, don't open the trunk," SN whispered to herself over and over and over. A certain villainess we all know and loath was slinking up the stairs, peeking into the shop to watch. ((What? I wanted more Ev in this one all of a sudden... Has nothing to do with your last post...XD))
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Post by Barrel on Jan 29, 2008 21:03:00 GMT -8
(LOL That's funny. The dynamic duo can be together again after... how long has it been? Yes, before you ask, every duo is going to be referred to as the "dynamic duo" 'cos they all are. XD) The bum ran a hand through his hair, neatening it, then threw off his ratty overcoat to reveal Orin as his usual sadistic dentist self. It was like he could sense when someone was going to get hurt, and then showed up. Lovett obeyed, partially because she wanted to kill SN if that's who was in the trunk, mainly because Sweeney had his razors back. She walked over to the trunk, and then unlatched it and pulled it open. She peered inside, then scowled. "You!" she hissed.
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Post by Shock on Jan 30, 2008 5:08:10 GMT -8
SN cringed against Lovett's voice, wishing she could disappear. She slowly opened one eye in fear. "Uh, I wasn't stalking Sweeney?" she was breathing faster than usual, and couldn't really think straight at the moment. She was visibly shaking. Evanesce had also shown up just to watch, and wandered inside, stopping next to Orin. She was staring at the trunk excitedly, eyes bright. She wanted to see someone get hurt!
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Post by Barrel on Jan 30, 2008 5:17:27 GMT -8
Lovett glared down at SN. "Then why would you be 'iding?" she wanted to know, eyes narrowing. "You 'ave no reason to 'ide from me, y'know." She flashed SN a fake grin and held her hand out towards the fangirl to help her up. She was planning something, you could tell. Orin glanced at Evanesce out of the corner of his eye, then slowly reached out to wrap his arm around her.
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Post by Shock on Jan 30, 2008 5:22:50 GMT -8
SN stared at her hand for a moment, fighting herself in her mind on whether to take it or not. Finally, she reached out to take it, but she was tense, like she was ready to bolt. She knew where the door was-she should-so it wouldn't be a problem if she could get away from Lovett. That was gonna be a whole other problem for her. Evanesce tensed slightly. She wasn't used to human contact, not unless the other person was screaming in agony and she had her sword in her hand or something. But she could get used to it if she tried. If she tried really really hard, anyways.
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