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Sweeney Todd ([info]fleetstbarber) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-05 21:26:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, sweeney todd

Who: Sweeney Todd and his dog, Dean Winchester and his dog
What: Dog walking
When: Late night Thursday
Where: London
Warnings: Nothing horribly forseeable except perhaps a lot of swearing?


Sweeney wasn't too upset by the new member of his slowly-growing group of acquaintances. The new pet was not enough to push him over the fine line between affection and ire, and in fact... well, he kind of liked the mongrel dog. She was calm, well behaved, and would patiently wait at the door with her leash in her mouth if she needed to go out.

Horrible guard dog, but she was a companion, one which Sweeney couldn't get angry at, or be upset by. She seemed like a smart dog, but in his opinions, dogs were not like men, and didn't have a good sense of understanding.
And she seemed to want to go out. And Sweeney had the itch to take another long walk. So he fastened the leash onto her collar, locked up behind them, and started in an aimless direction, humming to himself. The dog trotted beside him, sniffing the occasional tree or fencepost or street light.


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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 04:19 am UTC (link)
"Hey, she could lick things to death. That always sounded like a bad way to go. Right up there with drowning." Dean chuckled, fully aware he had a morbid sense of humor.

Dean nodded, wondering if the guy was a local or if he would know about the Vortex. "Yeah, I was brought here a few months ago. I take it you're from London originally." Not brilliant conversation, but Dean didn't know what else to say.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-06-06 04:25 am UTC (link)
The morbid sense of humor was a pleasant surprise, and he chuckled, nodding, "Worst way to go's in a fire, I hear." And boy, did he hear it. A lot. And often as he spoke to Mrs. Lovett.

"Yes, originally. Different time. I died in 1843. Work related accident." He said with a wry smile. "My apprentice decided he'd rather see my throat slit than deal with me any longer. Came here a few days ago myself, though I don't remember the Vortex, I'm sure it was that."

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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 04:28 am UTC (link)
"Well, yeah. It's 'cause you're alive for a lot of it." Dean grinned cheekily, glad that someone else could appreciate the gross as much as him.

His eyes widened. "1841, huh? Man, all the technology and shit must be messing with your head." He winced a bit upon hearing that Sweeney had died. "Wow, that's... huh. If the apprentice is around, I wouldn't blame you for avoiding him."

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-06-06 04:35 am UTC (link)
"Fourty-three, and yes, it's been bothersome to assimilate, but I'm getting used to it. Have learned to use the computer rather well, don't know how I managed to learn how to type, but I'm not going to argue with it." He dug in his pocket and pulled out two dog treats, asking with no words, just an expression, if it was okay that Roxy could have one.

"As far as Tobias is concerned, if he were to show up here, I'd do him one better and have him done in by an assassin, just for the trouble of being bled out. Eye for an eye. Not that I'm particularly fond of the idea of him, or anyone else from my time showing up." He shrugged one shoulder.

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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 04:41 am UTC (link)
"Hey, you're better than me. I still have to type with two fingers half the time. Dean nodded, letting Sweeney know that Roxy was okay for another treat. She'd burn it all off from running around the mansion anyway.

Dean's eyes widened. "You're... really open with the homicide," he chuckled. He hoped it was hyperbole, but honestly couldn't fault the dude. Being killed was probably something you didn't get over.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-06-06 04:48 am UTC (link)
He gave one of the treats to Roxy and then the other to Kage. Kage gladly took the treat, her tail thumping on the ground as she snacked. He shrugged one shoulder at Dean's comment. "Well, you know... made a business of it once. Done with that, now." He pulled out a business card (which was in fact, just as part of the past as he was) and held it out to Dean.

It read:
Sweeney Todd
Master Barber
Shaves, Trims, Cuts, Bloodletting
[address] Fleet Street (Just above Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shoppe)
London


And on the back of all that was his phone number, which he'd scribbled down after coming to this world. "Do come in for a trim if you need one. I still use my straight razors instead of electric, and still give the finest, closest shave in the city."

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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 04:50 am UTC (link)
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Okay. So you just told me you used to kill people, and your apprentice slit your throat. So I'm guessin' you didn't use your straight razors for just shaving. But now you want to shave me. Either I can trust you, or this is the most obvious trap ever laid."

That made him laugh. It was just like home.

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-06-06 04:57 am UTC (link)
He nodded, "S'right. And would the real question is if I'm daft enough to be so obvious." He smirked then, "And the second would be is do you have the balls to trust me?" He shrugged then. "Think about it, Mister Winchester, and at least stop by the shop one day. If you're as interested in the dark and odd as you seem, I'll be getting some new special interest items in for visitors to look at while they wait. A good friend's in the business of buying and selling antiques, and she's got a good lead on plenty of interesting things relevant to my neighborhood."

He tugged lightly at the leash and Kage stood up, wagging her tail and sniffing the side of Dean's knee.

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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 05:03 am UTC (link)
"I do like antique guns," Dean mused. He hated being called a chicken, but he figured he'd hate getting his throat slit a whole lot more. Then again, how bad could a guy be if he owned a dog that looked like an amped-up Benji?

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[info]fleetstbarber
2008-06-06 05:13 am UTC (link)
"And knowing her, she knows plenty of those. More than me, likely. I had a small pistol once, but it rarely fired true to the mark and was prone to backfiring instead." He shrugged one shoulder and nodded, "Have a good evening, Mister Winchester. I promise that even if you don't come in for a shave, there'd be something interesting for you to inspect."

And it struck him as appropriate to say 'inspect', simply due to the air of the other man. He seemed like an inspector from his time, only perfectly molded to present society. Quick on the uptake, paranoid -- with the way he worded things to be questions-that-weren't-questions -- it would surprise Sweeney very much if Dean hadn't been an inspector, at least for a short time. He started off, his dog trotting beside him.

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[info]doubleup
2008-06-06 05:21 am UTC (link)
Dean gave Sweeney a weak goodbye. The guy didn't really seem like his line of work, not really, but maybe there was information on him somewhere. His curiosity was piqued.

He turned back around to walk towards his house, but to be careful, he doubled back and was sure to lose any trails he may have picked up.

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