Ghosts of Fleet Street

[l u c i d `]

"Oh," Alexis blinked, wrinkling her nose a bit as she said, "gin and whiskey, I suppose. And some ale." she tucked a few strays of red hair behind her ears, a thoughtful look coming over her face before she smiled gently.

"Why don't you two..." she turned to face them as the reached the entrance of St. Dunstan's, "start advertising while I get the food and such. Perhaps you could even offer a few free shaves, Mr. H." she nodded, still smiling lightly.

((Voila. If Edward spots ze razors, he will know and then the plot thickens and what not. xD))

[NightmareLullaby]

((Hmm the plot thickens...like chikens...o.o no, not really xDD))

Edward made another qucki mental list of the drinks Alexis said.
"For the shop Ms.? Well," Edward grinned, "I am a pretty good advertiser."
He spun around to face Simon, his fingers gripping the seams of his pants.
"I didn't know you were a barber...." Edward said, his eyes flashing to Simon's pockets. He couldn't exactly see the razors, but he was sure they where there.

[Egyptian Myth]

Once they paused near St. Dunstan's, Simon reached for his tools, happy to take them out at last. As his hands pulled them from his pockets, he flipped the silver razors between his fingers expertly; not necessarily to show off, but more out of habit. It was a trick of advertising he'd taught himself. As their dancing ended in the typical holding position, he swung the blades out readily. All the while he hadn't even watched himself, his intense gaze on Edward as the man turned to face him.
".. You think anyone but a barber would dare move into Sweeney Todd's old place?" A hint of venom laced his voice. His face leaned in uncomfortably close to Edward's, so breath reeking of blood and vomit could be detected. He then held one of the opened razors between their faces, the movement quick yet subtle. "How about a shave, Mr. Quinn? It would be most effective advertising, don't you think..?" His words were slow and precise - chilling, really.

[l u c i d `]

Alexis let out a deep sigh, frowning at Simon as she pulled Edward away from the man. Perhaps having the two near each other was not the best idea. It seemed that while she was shopping, she'd have to babysit as well. Men were dumb, honestly. Her brows furrowed with agitation and her green eyes flashed.

"For Heavens' Sake," she snapped, "Mr. H, you go advertise on your own. Edward and I will go and get the groceries." she started off, bringing the younger man with her as she went.

[NightmareLullaby]

Edward froze in place, the scent of Simons breath making his eyes water. His hands locked in fists around his pants, his legs felt stiff as if he hadn't moved them in years.
"Uh, well, I done had a shave not to long ago.." he said, as Alexis shoved between the men
Edward followed after Alexis, grateful that his legs were able to move. He was sure if he had stood there for much longer with the bright silver razors in his face, he might be the last customer they had. Edward closed his eyes, the image of Simon and the razors burned in his mind. The image was odd, he felt like he'd seen it before. Suddenly the image of Simon began to fade, but the razors stayed bright as ever.
"I've seen these....." he thought out loud.
In his mind the image of Simon began to change, jet black hair with a streak of white became visable on a pale face, teeth rotting from the core created a wicked smile. Eyes, black as coals, burned with hate.
His eyes shot open.
"Sweeney Todd...."He whispered, his voice cracking.

[Egyptian Myth]

( You have no idea how happy such a vivid description of fear makes us. :'D Ilu.
Lol, we must have been boogeymen in a past life or something, I swear. xD )

Simon frowned as his prey was dragged away from him, mumbling something about 'only a shave'. His intense, loathing gaze remained on Edward until the man disappeared into the crowd with Alexis. Folding the blades, he resumed flipping the razors about his fingers; he obviously was not typically a loud person, and so advertised with a more unique yet nonetheless attention-getting method. Edward's assistance still would have helped.

People eyed him with caution; this was not unusual - the razors added to his physical similarities to Sweeney, particularly his hate-filled eyes. People were always wary about buying a shave from him. Not many noticed the razors were actually the demon barber's; no one but other barbers had such an eye, although their obvious value was more easily seen. However, no one was going to attempt to steal those blades from a man like Simon, who had a sort of menacing aura you could almost taste in the air about him...

[l u c i d `]

((.___.))

Alexis let out another long sigh, letting the back of her hand rest on her hip as she stared down at the produce she needed, looking thoroughly tired and distressed. The man behind the stand, who had known Alexis for quite a long time, waited with a patient smile. She peered up at him for a brief moment, the small frown on her lips turning into a half-hearted smile before she glanced over at Edward.

"It seems I forgot my basket.." she murmured, mostly to herself. "Are you all right, love?" she turned to Edward, her arms crossing over her chest as she raised a brow, studying him briefly before she turned her attention back onto the vegetables. She poked and prodded gently, looking for any soft spots or visible bruises before quizzing the stand man curiously, "Do you have a basket, possibly?"

"No problem, Ms. Bloom." he handed her the basket and she grinned, "Thank you, sir, you're a big help." she began to put the vegetables and fruits into the basket after inspecting them.

"You," she hit Edward gently with the basket. "Wake up."

[NightmareLullaby]

((I'm kinda proud of myself...i did good!))

Edward felt the blood rush from his face, a burning sensation starting in his stomach making his palms sweat.
"Sweeney...Todd." He mummbled as Alexis smacked him with her basket
He stared at her, his eyes wide and bloodshot in horror.
Should he run, should he scream for help? Should he try and stop Simon? But he would only be put in a mad house. No one would believe that Simon Hollow was Sweeney Todd. He thought through his options. He could get Ms. Bloom and run. He grinned as his fantasy continued but shook his head to chase away the thought.
His second option, do nothing. Simon hadn't done anything...yet.
Option three, provoke him to do something in public and get him arrested. But still no one would believe it was Sweeney.
Edward closed his eyes, the image of Sweeney laughing at him danced across his lids. He saw Sweeney fling the blades, like he was attacking.
"THE BLADES!" he yelled
Edward could steal the blades, then Simon couldn't do anything to hurt anyone. He thought about the razors, they're bright, shining silver blades. Oh, how he'd wanted them when he was young. If he stole the blades from Simon he would be abe to keep them, his dream come true.
"Edward Quinn, you brilliant man." He thought, a smug smile rearranging his frightened features.