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Post by Mrs Lovett on Mar 8, 2008 2:03:55 GMT -7
The sweeping of the broom on the tiles in the kitchen was usually music t'me ears. This mornin' was meant to be me big grand re-openin'. But me little helper's out on a stroll somewhere, leavin' me to me thoughts and to me cleanin'. The small compilation of dust on the floor looked nice. It meant that I was beginnin' to have a clean shop. I opened the door, arm outstretched to keep it open so I can sweep out the dust. The mornin' was slow and silent, the odd person here 'n there.
The dust was floatin' about, drifting to the direction of Mrs Mooneys shop. A pussycat was lurking out the front of it and I couldn't help but grin at it. The cat stopped and sniffed the air, ears folded back. I smiled at it. It knew it was on predator's turf. It took off with a cry into the air and I laughed.
I walked back inside the shop, humming a tune and continued tidying around a little. A foul smelled lingered in the air. Smelt almost as if it was one of me old pies. I wrinkled my nose and walked over to me big oven and opened the door. Sure enough there, smack bang in the middle of me oven was one of me old stinkin' pies.
" 'Allo darlin'. How'd you get in there then?" I turned around and grabbed a pair of tongs and pulled out the dreadful little blighter. I eyed it curiously, not daring to bite into the thing. Walkin' around the bench, I spied a littl' critter run past. "Oh no y'don't." I walked around, tongs and pie still in hand and picked up the rolling pin. The thing was fast, but it was no match for me own speed. I squished the little thin' and looked at the rolling pin in disgust. The innards of the poor thing was all over me good rolling pin. I sighed and tossed the pin into the sink. It landed with a clang and I walked to the side door.
The tables were all clean, Toby sure did work hard. Little shit was drinkin' me out of house n' home too. The bin was full, me old pies and the like cloggin' it up. A beggar lady was next to it. I eyed her curiously, but it wasn't who I thought it was. I tossed her the pie and walked back in't the shop.
Walking back over to the door, I noticed the "Open" sign was still on closed. I smiled and flipped it over and eyed the poster on the window.
LUSCIOUS!SUCCULANT!AMBROSIAL MRS LOVETT'S WORLD FAMOUS MEAT PIES JUST LIKE MOTHER USED TO MAKE Good ale & Pies Fine quality meats reason for edit: added in the extra colour.
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Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Mar 9, 2008 1:58:55 GMT -7
Ah, London. Such a lovely place. I always find myself quite fond of the "Old World". Rumor has it that a grand re-opening of a dreadful pie shop was taking place. The ingredients for these pies alone is what led me to visit. I arrived amidst a plume of acrid purple smoke just outside the shop's door. The proprietor of the establishment was looking over her shop's poster as I opened the door and entered. "Mrs. Lovett I presume? What a pleasure it is to meet you. I am Violet." I smiled, bowing slightly to her. The aroma, no, the stench in the place was overwhelming. Crisp and tender human bits filled each of her pies. My mouth watered simply from the thought. "Thought I'd drop in for your re-opening, am I too early?" She'd been cleaning, the dark shop had nary a spec of dirt on the floor.
"Shall I sit wherever?" Even as I asked, I moved to a table and perched myself in a chair. "I must compliment you on your establishment dear. Please pass along my compliments to Mr. Todd as well, for without his work, I'd not have the pleasure of partaking in one of your infamous pies." I smiled wickedly to her, hands folded neatly in my lap. "Bring me your best love. And perhaps my presence alone will bring others to your door." I refrained from conjuring my own baneful wine, eager to enjoy a feast of spectacular proportions.
"Fret not, Mrs. Lovett. I am the Unholy Demonatrix, the Daughter to the Devil himself. I know all your little secrets, and Mr. Todd's. I'm quite the admirer of your work. The both of you that is. So well thought out, and the disposal? Simply brilliant! Tell me," I leaned forward eagerly, "do you happen to have any...holy men cooked up?" I licked my lips, my eyes glinting deviously. "I find them....succulent." I sat back in my chair again, replacing my hands neatly upon my lap. "What do you have on the menu today love?" I smiled pleasantly. This would be a meal to remember.
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Post by Sweeney Todd on Mar 9, 2008 2:04:19 GMT -7
"Mr T? Mr. T, where are you?"
Toby. Once again stumbling across my path, upstairs where i pacifically told him not too.
"Mr. T! There you are. Mam said she needs mor-" "Fresh Toby. I know pet needs more. I have one coming in a few. Tell Mrs. Lovett downstairs that she should be ready..."
After that, the little male ran down the stairs as if i was following him with my blades. Funny boy.
A quick look at me self in the mirror said that i was ready for my appointment, which just so happened to be walking up the stairs. I grabbed my sheet, the bowl of shaving cream with the brush inside.
"Uh, Mr. Todd?"
I quickly looked up, I bowed my head slightly and gestured him to take a seat in the quite famous chair of Mrs. Lovett's. To which he did.
"Just a shave please Mr. Todd"
I gave a nod, as a slight smirk crawled across me lips. The male tilted his head back slightly as I shone me blade in the light. As soon as the male closed his eyes, the blade met 'is neck and the guy was bleedin'. My smirk grew bigger as I pushed the lever, which made the male fall down below.
"Well, that's one down. Still got two others later'on." I muttered, as I cleaned meself from the blood the last guy decided to leave with me.
"Oh pet, Where are you?' I called, as I walked down the stairs and into me neighbor's pie shop.
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Post by Mrs Lovett on Mar 10, 2008 1:33:21 GMT -7
The purple gas scared the livin' daylights outta' me. I'd heard the odd rumour 'ere an' there 'bout all them super powered people an' the odd demon 'ere n' there.
I hummed to me self as I prepared me first order of the day. I smiled when she mentioned that I had a nice clean shop. Means' the customer pays attention. She wanted me best pie. Strange, I didn't think I had a certain best. I hadn't had me pies before. Not these ones at least.
"Daughter of the Devil ye say? Wots that like?" I remembered me mums rule. "Always keep conversation wiff the customers. Makes em feel wanted and they'll come back for more." Ah good ole' mum. I reached behind the big counter that blocked the customers view and pulled out a long wooden menu. I slid over to Violet and slipped the menu on the table with a loud thunk. I slipped back over to me counter jus' as little Tobias strolled in, lookin' dead on is' feet.
"Poor thing. Finished helpin' Mr T then 'ave you Toby?" he sat in a chair at the same table where Violet was and I grinned at him. I crouched down, searchin' for me good rollin' pin. I stood up and spun around, lookin' into the sink. "Bloody thin'." I saw the drying blood of the insect and rolled me eyes. I turned the sink on and washed the bug guts off the thing. I shut the water off and turned aroun' facing Violet and Toby.
"You look starvin' Toby. 'Ow's 'bout I get you one of me pies then aye?" He nooded weakly and walked into the room that was usually sealed off to the customers. I sighed again and hummed as I busied myself with the pie makin'.
"Seems a down right shame. Seems an awful waste." I sung as I dropped a bit of priest onto the floor. "I mean with the price of meat, what it is, when you get it, if you get it." I looked up at Violet, seein' what kind of reaction I'd get. I looked back down before I saw the look and begun rollin' the pie lid.
"Oh pet, Where are you?' Mr T was comin' down stairs. I smiled and spun around, lookin' frantically for me tongs. I found the blighter and picked up the two pies I'd prepared for Violet and Toby. Priest on the left, Poet on the right. I smiled and put 'em in the oven and slammed the door shut. I pulled the lock up and pulled a bottle and three cups from a cupboard. I walked back over to Violet's table and placed the cups on the table.
"Would you like a spot of ale?" I poured the three glasses full of the ale. I picked up me glass and pulled the chair that Toby picked out and sat on it, rufflin' my skirts.
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Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Mar 12, 2008 23:53:18 GMT -7
"Your mum was correct. Engaging in conversation with your guests is one sure way to win them over. I apologize, I did not mean to intrude upon your thoughts, they are simply far too easy for me to pick up at times. Let me answer the question you addressed to me however. I couldn't be in a more lucrative position. Born, or rather created from a being that was once angel, and now devil. Or so it's believed." She plopped a menu down for me, a heavy thunk on the table. "Oh, thank you." I continued. "I am able to go where I will, do what I wish, neither on side or the other, but made of both. I am light and dark, I am good and evil. I am the all." I was not feeling especially prideful of my position, merely stating fact. Though I was quite pleased with my lot in life. A younger gentleman, a fragile but compliant being trotted in next. Ah, so he's the young one aiding Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett, more or less. "Hello Toby." I smiled to the boy. Mrs. Lovett offered him a pie, and he nodded in acceptance. "That's a boy, join me for a meal." I winked at Toby.
"I agree Mrs. Lovett. Prices soar daily on all markets. Meat being no exception. Though, Mr. Todd's lucrative business has aided you in that aspect, has it not?" Before I could go on, I heard his voice calling down for her. "Speak of the Devil, to coin the phrase, that's him now." My eyes found the stairs, as I waited for Mr. Todd to join us. "I was about to offer my services to you and Mr. Todd, I shall wait for him before pitching a new angle for business." I nodded in thanks as Mrs. Lovett placed 3 cups on the table and offered ale. "Indeed. Thank you." I raised my glass in a toast, and sipped the brew. Malty, but good. "How would you like a sampling of some other....meats for your pies? I have a slew of ideas that may interest you and Mr. Todd both. Perhaps some exotic new flavors?" My eyes shone with mischief. What a ideal way to deal with demons who'd escaped my realms and ran rampant on Earth. Those useless fucks. Couldn't torment a soul if they knew what one looked like. I could always order them to get a shave, then later sample Mrs. Lovett's concoction. It was sounding better and better all the time. I sipped my ale once more. "Are you joining us Mr. Todd?" I called out as he made his way in.
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Post by Sweeney Todd on Mar 15, 2008 2:03:00 GMT -7
I walked through the door to see a female dressed in purple. "Evening." I bowed my head slightly and made me way over to Mrs. Lovett, Toby and the purple mam. "Anythin' you wan' in particular?" I muttered, as I dusted a few things off me favourite coat.
"Vi?" I asked, as I looked at the purple one. I then saw the three cups place on the table. "Oh, I see. Not good 'nough for a spot ov ale?" I looked at Mrs. Lovett as I grabbed a seat.
Toby gave me a funny look, I wouldn't know why. Didn't have anythin' on me self. Well, normally I do. Company ya see.
I scanned the last glass sitting there as Toby caught on to what I was doin'. "Oh no you don't. That's mine sir! I shot him a smile and swiped the near empty shot glass.
"shot o' ale mam?" I asked Mrs. Lovett, as I shot Toby a small smirk.
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Post by Mrs Lovett on Mar 15, 2008 23:13:01 GMT -7
"S'all right dear. Got to get used to things like 'at sooner or lat'a." The fact that she was usin' her mind readin' stuff did shock me, bu' didn't as much as I thought it would. "So what you do. It s'not jus' smokes an' mirrors than?" I smiled as I spoke, Toby walked back in to sit down just as Mr T entered and said his hello's. "Mr T, ya do know it's mornin', right?"
I chuckled as they squabbled over the remainin' glass. "Toby, leave it for Mr Todd. You get yers later." He gave me a look of disappointment, and I took that as me cue to git me pies outta' the oven. I stood up, mindful to take the bottle with me so little Toby didn't drink any. The smell of freshly cooked pies, good pies at that, was always lovely. I looked at me bench and pulled out a servin' tray with two plates on em. I grabbed me tongs too and a thick glove. I slipped the glove on and grasped the over door handle. I pulled it up and threw open the door., the fire out, the hot fumes still drifting about along with the smell of freshly cooked, meaty pies.
I smiled as I picked up me tongs. I picked out the Priest first, careful not to crush it. It dropped onto the plate and I popped it back on the bench. I picked out the poet next, careful not to spill the contents onto the floor. I placed the plate next to the other one, further away so I didn' get the wrong one. I slammed teh door shut and pulled the lock down. I dropped the oven mit to the floor and kicked it under the bench and grabbed the two plates. I slipped the Priest to Violet and the Poet to Toby.
" 'Ere we are. Hot, outta the oven." I smiled and sat down again. "We'll talk soon, when certain company ain't 'round to 'ere it. I suggest me bakehouse. S'at alright with you?"
Toby shot me a questioning look as he bit into his pie. "Sorry Toby, s'for the adults." "Whats the adults got tha' I ain't go' ten-fold, mum?"
I smiled and shook me head. No point in arguin' with a pre-teen.
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Post by River Tam on Mar 18, 2008 8:54:50 GMT -7
Dancing had always been her favored past time. Her body would move to an silent tune that only she knew, flowing, twisting, turning. Her black and blue dress swept around her feet as they floated across the cobble stone streets, with such grace the onlookers had never seen.
Though none like her had ever been seen in this lifetime, nor any other for that matter, she was one of a kind, a rare commodity, unique.
(Unique; Being the only one of its kind: Without an equal or equivalent; unparalleled.) flitted through her mind.
She paused for a moment, becoming slightly overwhelmed by the buzzy minds that surrounded her along the walkways.
(let us thank god for given us this daily bread) (whishy washy pig of an old man jippin me like tis) (such a pretty little puppet she was too)
Clutching her head in both hands she made a dash for the nearest door far beyond care if the equations didn't add up to equal the square of time in this realm. Once inside she sinks against the closest wall trying to bar out the sounds in her mind.
"Not mine, not mine" she muttered to herself over and over, as if she was not only trying to convince herself, but what ever higher or lower power could possibly be listening.
Raising her head to gaze apon the creatures whose thoughts had begun to invade her mind along with the others, words began to tumble as they usually when she was in such states, from her lips.
"The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems."
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Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Mar 27, 2008 1:19:19 GMT -7
"You are correct Mr. Todd. Violet Violence, at your service." I nodded slightly to the barber. Taking another sip of the ale, I looked to Mrs. Lovett. "Oh no, smoke and mirrors are for the lesser being. I am the very fabric of the universe, weaving and spinning the webs we all traverse in this life and those beyond. I am creation, preservation, and destruction. It's a position none other holds. Terribly trying at times I might add. Keeping the balance and all. Chaos and order, light and dark. Could be more fulfilling I suppose." I was found of how they treated dear Toby, everyone needs a boy or two to treat so from time to time.
Mrs. Lovett returned to the kitchen to proffer our pies. "Mr. Todd, I trust that business is well?" Within moments, Mrs. Lovett returned placing the cooked Priest before me. "Ah...lovely! Why thank you doll." I took a bite, one full of meat and little else. Chewing thoughtfully, I opened my senses to truly enjoy the dish. "Fabulous!" I exclaimed after swallowing the first taste. "I can taste his pious nature baked through and through. Mrs. Lovett, my compliments." She implied that we required some privacy to discuss business matters, and I obliged with a nod. "The bakehouse will be fine, as you wish darling." I returned to another forkful of my pie.
"Oh, we have another visitor." I announced after a second forkful of pie. She had not yet entered, but she would. A human and much more than that. "Oh my." She came scrambling in, muttering to herself and slunk against the wall. "Excuse me a moment." I dabbed the corners of my mouth and pushed out from my chair, moving to the woman. "Hush child. Let the thoughts that are not you own be silenced for a time." I lifted her face to mine, a finger beneath her chin. As my eyes passed over her face, the flood of thoughts that came to her and were not her own dissipated into mist, and away into nothing. It would be brief, but the poor dear needed some respite.
"The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems."
I laughed as she stated such. "Indeed! Or much faster given proper...aspects. Never mind that. Would you care to join us for a bite? A cup of ale perhaps? I am Violet." I extended my hand to her, offering to lead her to our table.
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Post by Mrs Lovett on Apr 17, 2008 4:04:16 GMT -7
"Bet you're the life of the party then aren't ya love?" I smiled as I spoke to Violet, if she could read my mind, surely she'd know my emotion.
As the bell chimed when the distraught youn' girl stepped, I got up from me chair. The poor thin' looked devastated. Violet was talkin' to her, so I took that moment to walk back to me oven and fire up another pie. A vegetable pie actually, somethin' I wanted to try. Oh alrigh'. I ran outta meat. Still, any customa is better than none at all. And she did look a bi' on the skinny side. Musn't 'ave that now should we?
I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard for the girl, but she looked too youn' to drink. I know I should'n be given any to Toby, bu' the orphanage did. Luckily, I had some hot chocolate that I'd bin savin' for a rainy day. The girl looked like she needed it more than I ever will. I picked up the kettle and dropped it in the sink, tryin' my best to be quiet. The kettle filled, I popped it on the stove and turned the heat up. As I waited for that to happen, I grabbed the vege pie and stuffed it into the oven.
"Toby, come 'ere love."
He got up and walked over to me, looking bored and sad.
"Need ya to do somethin' important for me. You alright wiv tha'?"
He nodded slowly and I smiled. This kid was good.
"Okay, I need ya to go hand out some more fliers. Go to the town square if ya need."
I motioned to where the fliers were and the kettle began to whistle behind me. I heard Toby get the papers and the chime of the bell as the door opened. Good little boy he was. I grabbed out a bottle of milk that was located under me bench and looked at it. Only from this mornin' and still quite fresh. I put the chocolate and hot water into the cup and poured in the milk. I swirled the mug around till it looked nice a frothy.
The milk bottle now empty, I left it on the bench and grabbed me tongs. A nice smell was in the air and I was shocked to find ou' it was comin' from me oven. I shut it off and opened the door, the sweet aroma even stronger. Wonderful. I gripped the pie firmly with the tongs and pulled it out of the oven. It even looked wonderful. If there wasn't a distressed young lady in the room, I'd have eaten it meself!
"Come darlin', sit. Sit! 'Av a pie, don't worry about the cost. On the 'ouse love."
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Post by River Tam on Apr 29, 2008 19:54:03 GMT -7
What a beautiful creature, it was, that knelt before her with a hand extended out to her. The voices that had once filled her head slowly dissipating into the back of her mind; A feat that so rarely happened now adays, ever since her amygdala was stripped by the Blur Sun's academy. It was strange to her, almost like a dream, flashes of burning flesh, mournful screams, blood splattering across walls almost like painter working on his masterpiece and a sulfuric smell that filled the air. Yet she found herself not caring and for the first time she was able to disregard those thoughts and forget about them even if only for a short time. It most definitely a dream for her, dream come true.
Slipping her had into the pretty ladys, she alowed herself to be pulled up and led over to a vacant chair where she perched, looking around and observing the peoples in the room.
There was a young boy seated at the same table as her, who was enjoying one of the meat pies that had been placed before him. His mind spoke of musty old rooms crowded with other youth similar to his age, an over dressed man who had bot him from before, and the kind mrs. Lovett who had taken him in after the 'unfortunate' demise of his previous boss.
Turning to the women who was bustling around the kitchen she found that she was slightly drawn to the warm presence that surrounded her. It was almost like a homey sort of feel and River couldn't help but bask in the feeling.
Once more River turned her attention to the being next to her. Power seemed to seep from her skin and darkness surrounded her mind. She was not human, nor from the land of the living for that matter and her presence spoke of danger and pain.
“Violet - It represents the seventh and highest quality a person attains- noble spiritual aspiration. Therefore it has always been connected to the priestly ceremonies. Violet is the color associated with the 7th chakra. Its musical note is B, in which key much sacred music is written. Its planet is Jupiter, rules the metal tin and the jewel Sapphire. In its medical action it approaches the realm of ultraviolet. It cools the nerves, is magnetic and antiseptic. Violet speak of honor, spirituality and self-esteem.”
Shaking her head she pushes the flutter of thoughts to the back of her mind. “She is sorry. It bubbles up and overflows till there is nothing left.”
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