Who: Sweeney Todd (Open) When: Mid-day Where: Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop Why: He has just opened shop! Status: In Progress Rating: For now, PG
“It will ’ave to do.” In his outstretched palm a set of keys were found. Eyes that never seemed to do anything other then glower and fiercely stare turned towards the door that stood beside the thick pane glass window. “Come on, out with you.” Once upon a time his harsh voice was sweet and soothing. Gentle and kind. Sweet lullabies were sung from those lips. Once upon a time.
There was a creak and a thud as the door was opened and closed by Mr. Todd’s landlord.
Daisies. Maybe daisies…..
It was a clean shop. Pasty tile floors. A chair that was much too modern for his taste stood at attention in the center of the small square room. Shoe box it was. Short and squat. Painted on the window in a shade close to blood the words scrolled in a hand from another time; Barber Shop
Barber, butcher, all the same, isn’t it? You will scream for me. Bleed for me. Sweeney has arrived…..
Paint dripped from the tip of his finger like a single drop of blood. Dark, angry eyes watched it fall. Hitting his dusty old boots the spot splattered against the worn leather.
“Keep your daisies, Ms Lovett, think the room just needs a splash of color is all.”
There was a scent in the air that called him to follow. It tugged at him like a greedy dog on the end of a leash. He couldn’t say no. Winding in and out of the unfamiliar streets he obeyed the demand of his nose and belly. That scent he knew. Something that made him feel at home again, back in London, over the….
Pie Shop.
Could he be so lucky? Could today be his day? Standing across the street from the pie shop he had a clear view through the windows. Casually he leaned back, in his hand he absentmindedly flipped his blade. Open, close. Open, close. After a few times he would give it a twist in his hand, which would catch the eye of a passerby. Mr. Todd would smile and give a hearty chuckle. “How about a shave?”