Sweeney Todd's Story

Sweeney Todd, The demon Barber of Fleet Street opened his eyes and groaned as his headache kicked in. “Bloody Hell…” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his head. This is not the fearsome Demon Barber himself of course, but his clone. “Ugh I stayed up too much last night reading that Penny Dreadful again…” he muttered as he let out a huge yawn and looked around his yellow eyes blurry, he was confused at his surroundings before he realized where he was, the penny dreadful in question was on his chest and in front of him was a meat pie from last night. “The salon of course… I somehow always wind up sleeping in one of the barber chairs when I stay here too late.” He muttered as he stretched his arms over his head and looked in the mirror. “…I look like hell…” he muttered as he say his wiry black hair sticking out of the place, the one white streak was of course messed up. He looked at his pale skin and the black rings under his eyes before he shook his head and took out his personal comb and sorted it out quickly as he went to his office in the salon and quickly put on an apron over his usual clothes and played the CD Player he kept on him to pass the time as he cleaned up for the next day. He frowned as the song started to play; it seemed someone had switched his CD with the sound track to Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. The song was on Epiphany, from the voices he gathered it was the Johnny Depp Version. He had seen the movie, though the teachers hadn’t want him to do so, thinking it might influence him in some way. He only sighed and let the music play, he liked the beat of the song. In fact he found himself humming it as he swept the floor clean and polished the mirror. He was cleaning when he bumped into a desk and knocked over a box. He immediately picked it up and checked if they were damaged, he flipped open the top and sighed in relief, the items of course were silver early eighteenth century straight razors, the murder weapon of the real Demon Barber. For a second a crooked grin crossed his face before he shook his head and took out two placing them in their holster on his belt. The song changed to ‘my friends.’ As he listened to it he heard the Actress playing Margery Lovett and tilted his head, “I wonder how she is doing…” he pondered to himself before shaking his head. “her original poisoned herself and because of that my original was hanged…though he did deserve it…will I end up like him? Will I be hanged? Did the original Lovett do it to incriminate my original or to protect him? Or did she do it for another reason? …there is no way to know the answers… we are not the same people after all…” he brooded to himself as he ran a hand through his hair and went back to his office and changed into his school uniform, just because he ran the salon doesn’t mean he was free from classes. “Oh yeah the rumors say non-clones will be coming here… they will probably think I am a monster… ah well.” He muttered as he headed to the door of his salon.

Margery Lovett was angry. She had stayed up all night making her lovely meat pies again. She gas awoken with dough in her hair, which was really tangled to her dismay. Also the plain dress she was wearing still had her apron and was covered in meat stains. "Ah...Bloody freaking hell. I need to find another hobby...something less time consuming and dirty." She immediately jumped off her bed, suddenly feeling all of the overworked muscles. She rubbed her arms before making her way to her wardrobe and opened the mini closet, her clothing feeling duller than her muscles. She picks out a dusty pink turtle neck dress, pulling out a clean white apron. She also grabbed her other necessaries before making her way to her bathroom. Oh, how she was ready to take this shower. Turning the water on at a high temparture, but not enough to really hurt herself. She shredded herself of her messy clothing and hurried into her scolding shower. She let out a long sigh of content as she felt the hot water fall down on her. He felt so good and dot relaxed herstiff muscles perfectly. She didn't want to leave this feeling.

After fully scrubbing her skin and washing her hair thoroughly, she shifted out of the shower and dried herself. She put her still wet hair up in her towel before putting her new and clean clothes on her body. The dress actually looked refreshing on her, seeing as this dress had more color than the rest of the dresses. She threw her dirty clothes in a forgotten hamper in the bathroom before approaching her mirror, ready to work on her face. She took the towel off her head and shook out her now dry hair. Shaking it made her hair almost look like an Afro, with her hair being very frizzy. She quickly brushed hair as much as she can before pinning her hair to make better looking than an Afro. She quickly added on some blush, lipgloss, and eyelinrr before deeming herself worthy foelr the student body of misfits. Walking out of her bathroom and right out of her bedroom, she made her way to the cafeteria. She always loved helping the lunch ladies with cooking food. Her demeanor can be quite frightening, but past the sarcasm and rudeness, she actually quite nice. Before making it to the cafeteria, she heard music and saw Sweeney Todd and Gaius walk into the salon. She didn't despise Sweeney, but ever since she found out about her past and saw the movie where her original person was starred in, she got bad vibes from him. Deciding to at least say hi, she walks over and pops in slowly. She waves and scoffs. "I'm guessing you got my present this morning? Anyways...just thought I'd. Drop in and say hi."

Sweeney Todd turned around hearing a familiar voice and smiled before frowning, "Julius your hair is a bloody mess! Did you even comb it?" he asked him chidely with a shake of his head, "I swear you are as bad as Anne..." he remarked with a shake of his head before he smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, "It is good to see you though." he told him as he nodded his head in reply, "Yes I did, it is the damn penny dreadful I have. Keeps me up at night cause I want to know how it ends... It is called the string of pearls." he told him, it was an early book about The Demon Barber, his original. He heard the door open and grinned as he saw his friend Margery Lovett, "Marge! So good to see you! Yes I did and I thank you for it. You look absolutely lovely as usual, love what you did with your hair." he commented with a grin, he liked Marge though others found her mean he found her quite enjoyable, "If you want I can cut it for you at a discount." he told her. "Julius I'd give you a haircut for free." he added. Again he heard the door open and to his surprise it was a person he had never seen, though that didn't mean much he didn't know all the clones, usually they came here only every so often, they didn't like the history behind his original, some in fact thought he was trying to kill them when all he was trying to do was cut their hair or give them a shave. He heard her name Penny and as she babbled, putting to his equipment. He raised his arms up and tapped his fingers against each other a bit nervously afraid she was gonna destroy something when she stopped and apologized, "Ummm Pleasure to meet you Miss. Penny, to answer your questions, that is the coloring supplies and the mixing bowl, and the lathering bowl for shaves. Um it isn't that weird that you never had a boy do your hair, most salonist are girls, and I am the barber I do hair and shaves, I am Todd." He offered her not saying his first name, she'd find out soon enough, "You do look good with long hair, but might I suggest a trim or a hair cut later on?" he offered to her as he turned off the music, "pardon the music, I use it to pass the time as I clean and set up shop, or close shop." he told her.