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Mrs. Lovett
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Re: Fact versus Fiction (Ichabod/Sweeney/Lovett)
« Reply #15 on Oct 26, 2009, 5:52pm »

Mrs.Lovett heaved a sigh as her eyes traced the outlines of the window, focusing on a thin crack along the bottom left corner of the glass pane – stretching up the pane sneakily like a tree root, as if it could branch out and spread like a disease. Mr.Todd did not look happy. But then again, as the times became increasingly dire, so did the state of the dear barber. Brooding about the days in his parlour, stalking along near the window, which he so frequently glared out of.

It was just the same now, watching him grimace and turn away from her. He said nothing, and that was to be expected. Of course, the poor bugger would be upset. He was so set in practicing with his instruments of vengeance ‘til Judge came, and hardly would not even dare shift his personal agenda unless he felt completely satisfied. But knowing him, and listening to his mad ramblings, the pie maker knew that satisfaction would be rather difficult for him to obtain without claiming the Judge’s neck by his own blade.

After a few moments, the carriage pulled up beside a small, homey-looking inn. Before Mrs.Lovett had even grappled the handle, Mr.Todd was already stepping onto the road outside, luggage in hand. She followed after him, hiking up her skirt and dragging the remainder of the luggage.

“…’ts charming an’ peaceful, at th’ very least. Jus’ wot we need, I’d think” she replied optimistically to his negative comment. “I ’ll do.”

She lead the way inside, hoping unrealistically that the reluctant Sweeney would brighten up sooner than later.

An old man perched behind the main desk, surveying her behind half-moon glasses. A faint smile crossed his lips, and Mrs.Lovett offered a smile back.

“Welcome to Hallow’s Inn, in the heart of the lovely Sleepy Hollow! A room for two, I presume?” he asked. The pie maker nodded.

“All right. Might I ask from where the both of you have travelled? I fail to recognize either of you, and I know all residing here.” His eyes shifted from the pie maker’s face to the barber’s, examining their appearances.

“London, England, sir” she replied simply.

“Ahh, London! No place like it, eh?” he joked lamely. Mrs.Lovett forced a painful smile. Mr.Todd would not appreciate that.

“…Here is your key” he said after a moment of silence, passing them an ancient skeleton key. “Your room is on the fourth floor, number 413. Enjoy your stay.”

Mrs.Lovett murmured a quick "thanks" and accepted the key, discreetly urging Mr.Todd to follow her as she began to walk down the corridor towards the winding staircase made of stone.

« Last Edit: Oct 26, 2009, 6:02pm by Mrs. Lovett »

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Re: Fact versus Fiction (Ichabod/Sweeney/Lovett)
« Reply #16 on Dec 17, 2009, 3:31pm »

[slight godmod here]

Sweeney followed Lovett into the inn, looking around at the uninspiring interior. At the desk, the man with the glasses seemed too forthcoming for Sweeney's liking. Maybe his unsuccessful attempts at small talk were a factor. In fact, it was quite irritating.

"No place like it, eh?" the man said.

Those familiar words did not settle well coming from this stranger's mouth. Sweeney stared at the man, a hint of underlying anger and bemusement in his eyes. The stare lingered a little longer than he had anticipated.

The man swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sweeney turned his head towards the sound of Lovett's steps going down the corridor.

"S-sir?" The man finally uttered.

Sweeney glanced back at the man, still clearly troubled and ignored his utterance. He started off after Lovett. After going up the stairs, they approached their room. The hallway was just as dreary as the lobby below.

Waiting for Lovett to open the door, his eyes locked on the numbers "413" on the door. "Now that we've arrived in this...Sleepy Hollow, what do you intend on doing here?" He asked, his eyes still focused on the numbers.

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No, not Barker. That man is dead. It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd.

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...and he will have his revenge.

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