OOC: Log Post
[Who] Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett, and Johanna
[When] Saturday afternoon
[Where] Mrs. Lovett's shop
[What] CONFRONTATION. Sweeney and Johanna talk, Sweeney reveals that he's her father, drama, etc.
[Why] We're obviously log h0rs.
[Anything Else] Um... Sweeney might be a tad bit OOC. Sorry 'bout that. Also, this was started before today's Character Wave, so this is actually a diffrent person playing Johanna, but I've gotten permission from Johanna-mun to go ahead and post this.
Mrs. Lovett looked up from her conversation with Sweeny, heaving a small sigh. Her man seemed to lose it at the slightest bit of anything from the past, and she worried about his mental and emotional stability sometimes. She leaned lightly on her elbows behind the counter of her shop, narrowing her eyes at the people outside the windows. Yellow hair caught her eye. "Mr. Todd?" she asked tentatively.
Sweeney looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "What?" Following her gaze out the window, he froze. Yellow hair.... He got up from his seat at one of the tables and moved over to the window. "It's her...." He muttered.
Johanna knew it wasn't a good idea to be here. She hoped that the raggedy cloak she had draped around herself would make her look inconspicious enough to not be noticed. The girl paced back and forth, throwing glances towards the shop from across the street. She had a knife, albeit an ordinary kitchen knife, strapped securely to her waist, her hand finding rest against it through the cloak. It wouldn't do her much good in the long room, but while she was here she needed it to feel safe.
"Speak of the devil," she said, no literal meaning underneath it, though she snorted slightly. She went to Sweeney's side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stay calm, love," she whispered. "Should I invite her in? You can sit in my parlor for a moment, and I could get her to come in first. Maybe then you could talk to her, try to set things proper-like." She cringed. "No 'ffense, Mr. T, but you might just scare her off if she don't feel comfortable first."
He turned away from the window, heading towards the room beyond the shop. "Send her in," He said. He wanted nothing more than to see her, but Mrs. Lovett had a point; there was a chance that he would scare her off if he approached her. Once in the parlor, he refused to sit, so intead he paced impatiently in front of the fireplace.
Mrs. Lovett gave Sweeney a supposed-to-be-calming pat on the back as he passed, but she knew it probably didn't help. She went to the door and swung it open, jumping slightly as she came face-to-face with Johanna. She smiled the way a mother would smile at a child she had missed. "I can't help but notice y'standing outside me shop, like that," she said casually. "Would you like to come in and try a pie? They're delicious."
Mrs. Lovett wasn't the only one startled, Johanna almost stumbled to the ground from her own surprise. She said nothing, inspecting the woman carefully, scrutinizing her. "...Alright." She agreed hesitantly, hand gripping at the knife like a safety blanket. She glanced over her shoulder before stepping inside.
"I'll get you a nice, juicy meat pie, then." Mrs. Lovett shut the door behind her, beaming at Johanna before making her way to the oven door behind her counter where pies were kept warm and waiting to be served. She paused and turned her head before opening it. "Mr. Todd," she called, "Come keep the costumer company while I fix her a plate. Be a good host, love."
Sweeney stopped his pacing as he heard Mrs. Lovett call for him. He made his way into the shop again, letting his eyes fall on Johanna. He didn't approach her, not wanting to scare her off. Instead, he merely nodded, offering a small "Hello."
Johanna breathed sharply, her first instinct to step away, which is exactly what she did--and continued doing until her back was pressed flat against the wall. Her eyes looked at him with contempt mixed with fear, silently hoping that if she screamed someone would hear and come. Johanna debated pulling out the knife, but in the end stood still for the moment. "Hello." She returned coolly, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
Mrs. Lovett casually pulled a pie from the oven and set it on a plate on the counter, shutting the oven door. She looked up, tensing a little at the sudden bad air. She looked at Johanna seriously and walked the distance to the table to set the plate down. "You alright, dear?"
Johanna had a death grip on her 'safety blanket', wishing she hadn't come in here at all. What had she been thinking, honestly? She tore her gaze from Sweeney, feeling scarcely able to bare looking at him. Johanna took a slow breath, calming her nerves. If he was going to kill her, finish the job, he would have done it by now...right? "I'm fine," She said after a moment, nodding slightly at Mrs Lovett.
Mrs. Lovett nodded politey to her. "Well, I'm going to go check on getting some fresh pies from the bakehouse..." she said awkwardly. "Mr. Todd, please try to keep the customer company and not scare her off." She turned on her heel and swept slowly out of the room, pausing at the door to give a meaningful glance at Sweeney. 'Be careful, stay calm', she mouthed, hoping he got the message. She turned and left, closing the door behind her softly.
Sweeney nodded as she left, understanding the silent message. He didn't move away from the counter, but turned his gaze back to Johanna. His hands clenched as he noticed the look of fear so clearly visible on her face, but said nothing. If she didn't want to talk to him, he wasn't going to force her to.
Johanna panicked when Mrs Lovett left the room. Oh, so she was going to die. Hooray. She did her best not to let it show, to stay calm, but it was difficult to do when alone in a room with someone that had nearly slit your throat. Swallowing hard, she met his gaze momentarily before quickly looking elsewhere. "What do you want?" Johanna asked softly, voice wavering.
"Nothing," He replied, not taking his gaze off of her. "Mrs. Lovett wanted me to keep you company, and I'll do just that." His brows furrowed slightly as he examined her. Yes, she was nearly an exact replica of his dear wife, with her long yellow hair and shining blue eyes. Shaking those thoughts off, he spoke again. "Mrs. Lovett shouldn't be too long."
Johanna relaxed slightly, with the feeling of death no longer as imminent. She relaxed her grip on the hidden knife, using her free hand to brush some hair from her face. She looked at him again, not quickly averting her gaze this time. She didn't like the way that he was looking at her. "Well," By now she was feeling slightly more relaxed, but she was not letting her gaurd down. "You can keep me company from over there."
"Alright," He said, nodding slightly. He really wasn't planning on moving anyway; he knew that if he moved any closer, there was a possibility she would run off.
Johanna moved from the door, sitting down lightly at a table, balanced on the edge of the seat. She folded her hands carefully in her lap, having gone from not being able to look at him to staring at him. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked offhandedly, trying to speak about it as though it were just a casual conversation.
Sweeney shook his head. "No, I won't." he said, holding up his empty hands for extra emphasis.
Johanna nodded sharply, slightly thrown off by his answer. At least it was the answer she wanted to hear. "W-well...good! Good."
"Antony spoke very fondly of you," Sweeney said, in an attempt to change the subject. "He is doing well, I assume?"
She smiled slightly at the mention of Antony, briefly forgetting how much she was supposed to hate him. "Yes, he is." Johanna quickly caught herself getting to comfortable, and straightened up. "How do you know him?"
"He saved my life." He answered. "I would've drowned if it wasn't for him."
She lifted a brow at this, surprised. "Saved you?" Johanna repeated slowly. She thought for a moment, rubbing her arm as she examined him. Johanna shook her head quickly.
Regardless of what Antony thought, there was no way this man could have been...good. "A shame he spotted you." She spoke coldly, voice sharp.
Sweeney laughed at her comment. "A Shame? Maybe... but I am grateful to him. Antony helped me get the revenge I've been craving for for fifteen years, though he had no idea."
Johanna was intrigued by this, as much as she didn't want to--and wouldn't--admit it. "What would you need revenge for?" She asked after a moment, wringing her hands together.
"That damn judge..." Sweeney said as he clenched his hands, his voice almost a growl. "He had me deported, on a false charge... all because he wanted to get at my wife..."
Slightly thrown off by this, Johanna fell silent for a long moment. "...oh. I see." She bit her lip, not wanting to pity this man. But he had been taken away from his wife and--it was hard not to. "That is very sad, Sir."
He felt that familiar surge of rage fall over him as memories from years ago-- memories of another life, it seemed --began to surface. "After fifteen long years... I managed to escape that hellhole... only to come back and find my wife dead, and that bastard had taken my daughter..."
At this, Johanna could have swore she felt her own blood freeze in her veins. At this point she had managed to put two and two together in her head to get something at least close to four. She was afraid to ask, afraid to say anything, merely looked at him, waiting for Sweeney to say something else. There's no way...no way that could be true.
"That's why I killed him," Sweeney said, the rage flowing through him dying down as he remembered finally sinking one of his precious razors into Turpin's neck. "He took my life away from me, so I did the same to him."
Johanna licked her lips, staring at her hands in her lap. "And your daughter? What became of her?" She was silently praying that it was some other judge, something she hadn't seen. Even if this was a big joke that would have been alright by her.
His hands slowly uncurled as the last of his rage left him, and he stared straight at her. "He took her in, and raised her as his own child."
Johanna found the courage to stare back at him. Now if only she could find the courage to ask her next question. "What happened to her, then? Where...where is she now?"
Sweeney smirked. "She's sitting right in front of me."
Johanna nearly choked on her own breath. That couldn't be true. "That is a horrible joke to play," She said softly, all the bitterness and sting of her voice washed away.
"I'm not one for jokes, Johanna." He said, the smirk slowly fading, though his gaze didn't leave her.
Johanna shook her head quickly, refusing to believe it. That couldn't be--there was no way! "You can't... that can't be..."
"I am," Sweeney moved around the counter, but still kept his hands visible, showing her that he was still unarmed. "I am the man once called Benjamin Barker, who once had a wife named Lucy, and a daughter named Johanna." He stopped, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Until that bastard calling himself your father took that all away from me."
When she saw him move her hand reached subconciously for the knife, but she stilled herself. Keep calm, she needed to keep calm. He had to be lying but...how else would he know all that? "I...you..." She had to take a moment to compose herself. "How am I supposed to believe you?"
"Would your real father keep you locked away, like some caged bird?" He asked. "Would your real father want to marry you? Would your real father lock you in an asylum because you love someone other than him? That damned judge has no right to call himself your father."
Johanna's eyes welled up with tears, not sure why she was crying. She folded her arms across her chest and turned from him, facing the window. She didn't want him to see her cry, especially when she didn't even understand why she was.
Sweeney's brows furrowed as he saw tears in her eyes, and a frown crossed his face. He knew all the information was a bit much to take in so suddenly, but he didn't mean to make her cry. "Why... are you crying?"
"I don't know," Johanna said quickly, wiping the tears roughly from her eyes. This only cleared them up momentarily, as her eyes were filled with them again mere seconds later. She dropped her head, wishing that he hadn't seen her.
He mentally kicked himself for causing the girl's tears, but he didn't move towards her. "I'm sorry."
Johanna was trying desperately to stop crying, but to no avail. Her shoulders shook, which was impossible to hide by simply turning away from him. "There is nothing to be sorry for." She murmured, not sure what else to say.
Sweeney's hands clenched again as he grew frustrated, unable to move closer to the girl without the possibility of her becoming frightened. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
Johanna lowered her head, hiccuping quietly as the tears finally subsided. She hiccuped again as she turned back to face him, as close to composed as she could get. "It's alright," She said softly, appearing to be looking through him instead of at him.
Ignoring the voice in his head telling him not to, he took a step closer to her. "Are you sure?"
The single step was enough for her. He had invaded her space, the space she had been comfortable in, broken her sphere of safety. Without a word Johanna rose quickly, bolting for the door. She flung it open, daring to take one last glance at the man who claimed to be her father before disappearing into the street.
Sweeney stood there, seemingly frozen, as he watched the retreating girl. After she had been lost in the crowd, he collapsed into the now-empty chair, dropping his head in his hands. "Damnit..."
[When] Saturday afternoon
[Where] Mrs. Lovett's shop
[What] CONFRONTATION. Sweeney and Johanna talk, Sweeney reveals that he's her father, drama, etc.
[Why] We're obviously log h0rs.
[Anything Else] Um... Sweeney might be a tad bit OOC. Sorry 'bout that. Also, this was started before today's Character Wave, so this is actually a diffrent person playing Johanna, but I've gotten permission from Johanna-mun to go ahead and post this.
Mrs. Lovett looked up from her conversation with Sweeny, heaving a small sigh. Her man seemed to lose it at the slightest bit of anything from the past, and she worried about his mental and emotional stability sometimes. She leaned lightly on her elbows behind the counter of her shop, narrowing her eyes at the people outside the windows. Yellow hair caught her eye. "Mr. Todd?" she asked tentatively.
Sweeney looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "What?" Following her gaze out the window, he froze. Yellow hair.... He got up from his seat at one of the tables and moved over to the window. "It's her...." He muttered.
Johanna knew it wasn't a good idea to be here. She hoped that the raggedy cloak she had draped around herself would make her look inconspicious enough to not be noticed. The girl paced back and forth, throwing glances towards the shop from across the street. She had a knife, albeit an ordinary kitchen knife, strapped securely to her waist, her hand finding rest against it through the cloak. It wouldn't do her much good in the long room, but while she was here she needed it to feel safe.
"Speak of the devil," she said, no literal meaning underneath it, though she snorted slightly. She went to Sweeney's side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stay calm, love," she whispered. "Should I invite her in? You can sit in my parlor for a moment, and I could get her to come in first. Maybe then you could talk to her, try to set things proper-like." She cringed. "No 'ffense, Mr. T, but you might just scare her off if she don't feel comfortable first."
He turned away from the window, heading towards the room beyond the shop. "Send her in," He said. He wanted nothing more than to see her, but Mrs. Lovett had a point; there was a chance that he would scare her off if he approached her. Once in the parlor, he refused to sit, so intead he paced impatiently in front of the fireplace.
Mrs. Lovett gave Sweeney a supposed-to-be-calming pat on the back as he passed, but she knew it probably didn't help. She went to the door and swung it open, jumping slightly as she came face-to-face with Johanna. She smiled the way a mother would smile at a child she had missed. "I can't help but notice y'standing outside me shop, like that," she said casually. "Would you like to come in and try a pie? They're delicious."
Mrs. Lovett wasn't the only one startled, Johanna almost stumbled to the ground from her own surprise. She said nothing, inspecting the woman carefully, scrutinizing her. "...Alright." She agreed hesitantly, hand gripping at the knife like a safety blanket. She glanced over her shoulder before stepping inside.
"I'll get you a nice, juicy meat pie, then." Mrs. Lovett shut the door behind her, beaming at Johanna before making her way to the oven door behind her counter where pies were kept warm and waiting to be served. She paused and turned her head before opening it. "Mr. Todd," she called, "Come keep the costumer company while I fix her a plate. Be a good host, love."
Sweeney stopped his pacing as he heard Mrs. Lovett call for him. He made his way into the shop again, letting his eyes fall on Johanna. He didn't approach her, not wanting to scare her off. Instead, he merely nodded, offering a small "Hello."
Johanna breathed sharply, her first instinct to step away, which is exactly what she did--and continued doing until her back was pressed flat against the wall. Her eyes looked at him with contempt mixed with fear, silently hoping that if she screamed someone would hear and come. Johanna debated pulling out the knife, but in the end stood still for the moment. "Hello." She returned coolly, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
Mrs. Lovett casually pulled a pie from the oven and set it on a plate on the counter, shutting the oven door. She looked up, tensing a little at the sudden bad air. She looked at Johanna seriously and walked the distance to the table to set the plate down. "You alright, dear?"
Johanna had a death grip on her 'safety blanket', wishing she hadn't come in here at all. What had she been thinking, honestly? She tore her gaze from Sweeney, feeling scarcely able to bare looking at him. Johanna took a slow breath, calming her nerves. If he was going to kill her, finish the job, he would have done it by now...right? "I'm fine," She said after a moment, nodding slightly at Mrs Lovett.
Mrs. Lovett nodded politey to her. "Well, I'm going to go check on getting some fresh pies from the bakehouse..." she said awkwardly. "Mr. Todd, please try to keep the customer company and not scare her off." She turned on her heel and swept slowly out of the room, pausing at the door to give a meaningful glance at Sweeney. 'Be careful, stay calm', she mouthed, hoping he got the message. She turned and left, closing the door behind her softly.
Sweeney nodded as she left, understanding the silent message. He didn't move away from the counter, but turned his gaze back to Johanna. His hands clenched as he noticed the look of fear so clearly visible on her face, but said nothing. If she didn't want to talk to him, he wasn't going to force her to.
Johanna panicked when Mrs Lovett left the room. Oh, so she was going to die. Hooray. She did her best not to let it show, to stay calm, but it was difficult to do when alone in a room with someone that had nearly slit your throat. Swallowing hard, she met his gaze momentarily before quickly looking elsewhere. "What do you want?" Johanna asked softly, voice wavering.
"Nothing," He replied, not taking his gaze off of her. "Mrs. Lovett wanted me to keep you company, and I'll do just that." His brows furrowed slightly as he examined her. Yes, she was nearly an exact replica of his dear wife, with her long yellow hair and shining blue eyes. Shaking those thoughts off, he spoke again. "Mrs. Lovett shouldn't be too long."
Johanna relaxed slightly, with the feeling of death no longer as imminent. She relaxed her grip on the hidden knife, using her free hand to brush some hair from her face. She looked at him again, not quickly averting her gaze this time. She didn't like the way that he was looking at her. "Well," By now she was feeling slightly more relaxed, but she was not letting her gaurd down. "You can keep me company from over there."
"Alright," He said, nodding slightly. He really wasn't planning on moving anyway; he knew that if he moved any closer, there was a possibility she would run off.
Johanna moved from the door, sitting down lightly at a table, balanced on the edge of the seat. She folded her hands carefully in her lap, having gone from not being able to look at him to staring at him. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked offhandedly, trying to speak about it as though it were just a casual conversation.
Sweeney shook his head. "No, I won't." he said, holding up his empty hands for extra emphasis.
Johanna nodded sharply, slightly thrown off by his answer. At least it was the answer she wanted to hear. "W-well...good! Good."
"Antony spoke very fondly of you," Sweeney said, in an attempt to change the subject. "He is doing well, I assume?"
She smiled slightly at the mention of Antony, briefly forgetting how much she was supposed to hate him. "Yes, he is." Johanna quickly caught herself getting to comfortable, and straightened up. "How do you know him?"
"He saved my life." He answered. "I would've drowned if it wasn't for him."
She lifted a brow at this, surprised. "Saved you?" Johanna repeated slowly. She thought for a moment, rubbing her arm as she examined him. Johanna shook her head quickly.
Regardless of what Antony thought, there was no way this man could have been...good. "A shame he spotted you." She spoke coldly, voice sharp.
Sweeney laughed at her comment. "A Shame? Maybe... but I am grateful to him. Antony helped me get the revenge I've been craving for for fifteen years, though he had no idea."
Johanna was intrigued by this, as much as she didn't want to--and wouldn't--admit it. "What would you need revenge for?" She asked after a moment, wringing her hands together.
"That damn judge..." Sweeney said as he clenched his hands, his voice almost a growl. "He had me deported, on a false charge... all because he wanted to get at my wife..."
Slightly thrown off by this, Johanna fell silent for a long moment. "...oh. I see." She bit her lip, not wanting to pity this man. But he had been taken away from his wife and--it was hard not to. "That is very sad, Sir."
He felt that familiar surge of rage fall over him as memories from years ago-- memories of another life, it seemed --began to surface. "After fifteen long years... I managed to escape that hellhole... only to come back and find my wife dead, and that bastard had taken my daughter..."
At this, Johanna could have swore she felt her own blood freeze in her veins. At this point she had managed to put two and two together in her head to get something at least close to four. She was afraid to ask, afraid to say anything, merely looked at him, waiting for Sweeney to say something else. There's no way...no way that could be true.
"That's why I killed him," Sweeney said, the rage flowing through him dying down as he remembered finally sinking one of his precious razors into Turpin's neck. "He took my life away from me, so I did the same to him."
Johanna licked her lips, staring at her hands in her lap. "And your daughter? What became of her?" She was silently praying that it was some other judge, something she hadn't seen. Even if this was a big joke that would have been alright by her.
His hands slowly uncurled as the last of his rage left him, and he stared straight at her. "He took her in, and raised her as his own child."
Johanna found the courage to stare back at him. Now if only she could find the courage to ask her next question. "What happened to her, then? Where...where is she now?"
Sweeney smirked. "She's sitting right in front of me."
Johanna nearly choked on her own breath. That couldn't be true. "That is a horrible joke to play," She said softly, all the bitterness and sting of her voice washed away.
"I'm not one for jokes, Johanna." He said, the smirk slowly fading, though his gaze didn't leave her.
Johanna shook her head quickly, refusing to believe it. That couldn't be--there was no way! "You can't... that can't be..."
"I am," Sweeney moved around the counter, but still kept his hands visible, showing her that he was still unarmed. "I am the man once called Benjamin Barker, who once had a wife named Lucy, and a daughter named Johanna." He stopped, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Until that bastard calling himself your father took that all away from me."
When she saw him move her hand reached subconciously for the knife, but she stilled herself. Keep calm, she needed to keep calm. He had to be lying but...how else would he know all that? "I...you..." She had to take a moment to compose herself. "How am I supposed to believe you?"
"Would your real father keep you locked away, like some caged bird?" He asked. "Would your real father want to marry you? Would your real father lock you in an asylum because you love someone other than him? That damned judge has no right to call himself your father."
Johanna's eyes welled up with tears, not sure why she was crying. She folded her arms across her chest and turned from him, facing the window. She didn't want him to see her cry, especially when she didn't even understand why she was.
Sweeney's brows furrowed as he saw tears in her eyes, and a frown crossed his face. He knew all the information was a bit much to take in so suddenly, but he didn't mean to make her cry. "Why... are you crying?"
"I don't know," Johanna said quickly, wiping the tears roughly from her eyes. This only cleared them up momentarily, as her eyes were filled with them again mere seconds later. She dropped her head, wishing that he hadn't seen her.
He mentally kicked himself for causing the girl's tears, but he didn't move towards her. "I'm sorry."
Johanna was trying desperately to stop crying, but to no avail. Her shoulders shook, which was impossible to hide by simply turning away from him. "There is nothing to be sorry for." She murmured, not sure what else to say.
Sweeney's hands clenched again as he grew frustrated, unable to move closer to the girl without the possibility of her becoming frightened. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
Johanna lowered her head, hiccuping quietly as the tears finally subsided. She hiccuped again as she turned back to face him, as close to composed as she could get. "It's alright," She said softly, appearing to be looking through him instead of at him.
Ignoring the voice in his head telling him not to, he took a step closer to her. "Are you sure?"
The single step was enough for her. He had invaded her space, the space she had been comfortable in, broken her sphere of safety. Without a word Johanna rose quickly, bolting for the door. She flung it open, daring to take one last glance at the man who claimed to be her father before disappearing into the street.
Sweeney stood there, seemingly frozen, as he watched the retreating girl. After she had been lost in the crowd, he collapsed into the now-empty chair, dropping his head in his hands. "Damnit..."