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Semi-Ch00b
THE Rad Red Ranger
i swear all of this is r e a l but i can't seem to f e e l
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Post by l u c i d ` on Mar 20, 2008 21:11:57 GMT -5
Alexis peered up at Simon, nodding slowly with a small smile, "We're done.." she wasn't entirely sure how to inform him kindly that Edward was going to be living with them as well. She didn't exactly want too.
And to think, I was once living alone, she thought with a small sigh escpaing her lips. What had she gotten herself into?
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Post by NightmareLullaby on Mar 20, 2008 21:16:42 GMT -5
"Simon..." Edward smiled His eyes flashed down towards Simon's hand. A sadistic glint shot into his eyes as he realized that is where the razors were kept. He tried not to stare too long, fearing Simon would notice and become suspicious, and look away. He tried to look as if he had not had his epiphany and acted the way he had earlier that morning. He tried to seem scared, and looked at Alexis more than neccesary. He tried to focus on how her hair fell against her shoulders, making her skin look extremely creamy, pale.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 20, 2008 21:33:07 GMT -5
His eyes, presently more black than black-brown, maintained their steady glare on Edward. Too late, he was already suspicious. He had sensed something was different the moment he'd neared the two. Quinn's gaze gave away part of it already.. he had recognized the razors; he was probably a barber as well. No London deception got past Simon. ".... We should get back, then... Customers could be turning up soon..." His voice was hardly audible, as if he was talking more to himself than them. His intense black eyes burned into Mr. Quinn. His hatred, along with the overall tension between him and Edward, choked the already polluted air.
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l u c i d `
Semi-Ch00b
THE Rad Red Ranger
i swear all of this is r e a l but i can't seem to f e e l
Posts: 178
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Post by l u c i d ` on Mar 21, 2008 11:46:48 GMT -5
((ICK. DON'T LOOK AT ALEXIS THAT WAY! -beats Edward.- xD!))
"I think I'm going to have a drink when I get back," Alexis said suddenly and cheerfully as she started back to the shop, wondering if her own personal bottle of gin was still full or not. "And by the by, Mr. H, Mr. Quinn is going to be.. living with us now, too." she glanced back at the two men warily.
"Apparently his house burned down." she raised a brow. Unfortunately for her, she had known that something like this was bound to happen if she moved into the old Lovett place. It was only a matter of time, however. And though she never once showed it, she was rather keen on Edward's plan. She wasn't that thick. She had known about his obsession for Sweeney's razors for as long as she had known him, and she barely even knew him. Her eyes searched the crowded streets bleakly, a wry smile twisting itself onto her lips.
"Now," she sighed as she pulled out a key to the front door and unlocked it, stepping inside, "where to put you, Mr. Quinn.." she gazed around imploringly, knowing that the upstairs portion of the house where Sweeney and Lucy's rooms were was off limits. She honestly had no room.
"Suppose I might have a guest room," she said, taking Edward by the arm and leading him toward it. She opened the door and, with a lazy flick of her hand, gestured inside. "Here's where you'll be staying. I'm right down the hall." she gave him a faint smile before she started off toward the storage room, saying so both men could hear, "I'm going to put everything up. Be done in a tic."
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 21, 2008 13:22:27 GMT -5
Simon looked at Alexis, eyes widening briefly before darting to Edward with all their intense hatred. A loathing scowl now held his pale face; he looked ready to grab Edward by the shirt collar and slit his throat right then, especially considering his hands were not in fists despite his anger but still hovering at his pockets. Growling under his breath, his burning glare clung to Edward until he shoved past the man to follow Alexis. It seemed he wasn't always so phobic of physical contact.
Once inside his black eyes were again on Edward, and while the rest of him was slightly calmer now he still looked ready to kill somebody. He glanced to Ms. Bloom as she headed for the storage room. As soon as she was gone he was an inch or so from Quinn, foul breath again in his face, hands ready at his pockets. "Since you'll be staying here.. How about that shave now, Mr. Quinn?" His voice was of such a sinister tone he sounded nearly exactly like Sweeney Todd.
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Post by NightmareLullaby on Mar 21, 2008 15:06:54 GMT -5
Edward looked about the room. It was quite small but it was somehwere to stay. "Thank you Ms. I haven't seen such hospitality for a while." he smiled as she turned away Before he even had a chance to turn back to the room Simon was in his face. he cringed as the mns voice was bringing back the fearful thoughts of Sweeney. He wondered if he sould decline or maybe, accept. He was sure to be hurt, or possibly killed if he accepted. "Oh, uh, sorry." He said rubbing his chin, "I don't think I need one now. Maybe in a couple days. I've been meaning to grow my beard out a bit." Edwar fingered the small stubbles on his face. He could never get them to grow much longer than this, and their pale color made them almost invisble, how Mr. hollow had seen them he didn't know. "So, Simon...or should I call you Mr. Hollow, " he took a step back, Simon's breath making him hold his own, "How long have you been a barber? And might I say, what fine razors you have." Edward eyes widened slightley as he said 'fine'. It was obviously and understatement.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 21, 2008 20:13:40 GMT -5
"Mr. Hollow will do." Simon took another step to keep them at the same distance. His glare was constant in its intensity. "All my life." His answers were short, laced with the hatred so apparent in his eyes. "I am aware of their quality..." He said this with particular venom, as if he found it offensive that Edward merely spoke of the blades. His hands kept close to his pockets, still all too ready for Mr. Quinn's shave.
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Post by NightmareLullaby on Mar 21, 2008 20:55:38 GMT -5
Edward grew more frightened. He wasn't planning on Mr. Hollow being so...straight forward. He took a few steps back, feeling uncomfortable in his venomous stare. He need to get at least across the room. "What brings you to the Old Lovett place?" he asked, walking past Simon, careful not to put his back to Simon.
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