quattorze: mes couteaus, j'adore... /frenchfail.
[Clapet is in his room, gripping a few pages torn from a tradesman's catalog. They're all of very big knives. He holds one of the picture's at arm's length, like he's looking at a picture of an old lover.
Then he bursts into song.]
These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shines
How he smiles in the light
[He spends the whole verse trying to get his picture to shine even just a little bit in the dim light of his room. Slightly frustrated, back to longingly staring at the picture.]
My friend
My faithful friend
Speak to me, friend
Whisper - I'll listen [He holds the picture near his face, as if he is listening.]
I know, I know
You'll be locked out of sight
All these years
Like me, my friend...
Well I'll come home
To find you waiting
Home
And we're together
And we'll do wonders
Won't we?
You there, my friend....
Come let me hold you [He holds the picture close to his chest]
Now with a sigh
You grow warm in my hand [He looks a little annoyed at the picture, because it wasn't obliging.]
My friend…
My clever friend
Rest now my friends [He sets the pictures down with a weird kind of reverence.]
Soon I'll unfold you
Soon you'll know
Splendors you never have dreamed all your days
My lucky friends
'Till now your shine
Was merely silver
Friends…
You shall drip rubies
You'll soon drip precious
Rubies…
[Trails off, long pause, and then spoken word, but somehow still part of the song.]
How I wish my arm was complete again.
((ooc: It's only Sweeney's bit, but heeeeeey. If anyone wants to RECOGNISE this as Sweeney Todd and guess the connection, that Mr Clapet isn't just singing about knives, but killing folks and eatin' em? Go for it, I say. And yes, I changed some of the tenses.))
Then he bursts into song.]
These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shines
How he smiles in the light
[He spends the whole verse trying to get his picture to shine even just a little bit in the dim light of his room. Slightly frustrated, back to longingly staring at the picture.]
My friend
My faithful friend
Speak to me, friend
Whisper - I'll listen [He holds the picture near his face, as if he is listening.]
I know, I know
You'll be locked out of sight
All these years
Like me, my friend...
Well I'll come home
To find you waiting
Home
And we're together
And we'll do wonders
Won't we?
You there, my friend....
Come let me hold you [He holds the picture close to his chest]
Now with a sigh
You grow warm in my hand [He looks a little annoyed at the picture, because it wasn't obliging.]
My friend…
My clever friend
Rest now my friends [He sets the pictures down with a weird kind of reverence.]
Soon I'll unfold you
Soon you'll know
Splendors you never have dreamed all your days
My lucky friends
'Till now your shine
Was merely silver
Friends…
You shall drip rubies
You'll soon drip precious
Rubies…
[Trails off, long pause, and then spoken word, but somehow still part of the song.]
How I wish my arm was complete again.
((ooc: It's only Sweeney's bit, but heeeeeey. If anyone wants to RECOGNISE this as Sweeney Todd and guess the connection, that Mr Clapet isn't just singing about knives, but killing folks and eatin' em? Go for it, I say. And yes, I changed some of the tenses.))