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I loathe this City.
Thank all for my shop, or I would never leave my room in the morning hours.
Thank all for my shop, or I would never leave my room in the morning hours.
9 customers | Right this way, sir?
Back of his Smile, Under his Word
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard...
22 June 2008 @ 12:40 am
Plague and pestilence.
I'm not at all surprised...though, it's past midnight, as another's remarked.
I have the distinct feeling this isn't the City's doing.
I'm not at all surprised...though, it's past midnight, as another's remarked.
I have the distinct feeling this isn't the City's doing.
Current Location: hospital
Current Mood: 
morose
morose02 June 2008 @ 12:13 pm
It was a dream.
All, blonde, sweet gentle flowing hair. Milky, pale skin--a smile to put the sky to shame.
It was only a dream.
I would welcome oblivion, if I am only to suffer from dreams of Lucy.
All, blonde, sweet gentle flowing hair. Milky, pale skin--a smile to put the sky to shame.
It was only a dream.
I would welcome oblivion, if I am only to suffer from dreams of Lucy.
Current Mood: 
depressed
depressed09 May 2008 @ 05:35 pm
Inexplicable desire to -bake-, is it.
Every day, I seem to...remember one or two things. Something sparks a memory. Building eight for one. I think used to live there, with...someone.
I remember a group of children.
And I remember you, Excel, moreso than anything else. Perhaps because most of my time is spent in shop with you.
Either way, I'm fairly certain I'm not going mad just yet.
Every day, I seem to...remember one or two things. Something sparks a memory. Building eight for one. I think used to live there, with...someone.
I remember a group of children.
And I remember you, Excel, moreso than anything else. Perhaps because most of my time is spent in shop with you.
Either way, I'm fairly certain I'm not going mad just yet.
Current Location: His shop
Current Mood: 
busy
busy28 April 2008 @ 08:17 pm
This City never fails to be so..distasteful.
Loud.
Abrasive.
I have so little to say to any of you, I avoid the business on the Network. One would almost prefer London.
Loud.
Abrasive.
I have so little to say to any of you, I avoid the business on the Network. One would almost prefer London.
Current Location: His shop
Current Mood: morose
morose27 February 2008 @ 04:17 pm
This place...
It's best to stray as far away from the dramatics that happen here as humanly possible.
Honestly.
At least the shop has flourished...truly nothing like London...were I to choose between this, and my rightful oblivion, the latter seems a better choice, no matter the circumstances.
It's best to stray as far away from the dramatics that happen here as humanly possible.
Honestly.
At least the shop has flourished...truly nothing like London...were I to choose between this, and my rightful oblivion, the latter seems a better choice, no matter the circumstances.
Current Location: his shop
Current Mood: morose
morose01 February 2008 @ 12:32 pm
Will someone inform me if the explosions are a regular thing. Not many people seem entirely surprised.
Miss Raine, I've yet to give you my thanks for the room...I'm not one for social interactions. But you have been a most gracious hostess, and not suffer my silence for much longer.
Excel. Young woman. I want a written log of my past customers, our expenses on equipment, and our intake since I came here, please.
Bitter cold outside.
[ooc: Sweeney's been seriously hibernating, shaking off a bit of the crazy. This is the first he's talked to anyone since his re-entry. <3 The explosions confuse him.]
Current Location: his room, at an open window
Current Mood: 
apathetic
apathetic22 January 2008 @ 08:19 am
[melancholy, empty...]
She says wake up it's no use pretending
I'll keep stealing breathing her
Birds are leaving over Autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
She says if I leave before you darling
Don't you waste me in the ground
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
[ooc: Naked as we Came by Iron & Wine.]
She says wake up it's no use pretending
I'll keep stealing breathing her
Birds are leaving over Autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
She says if I leave before you darling
Don't you waste me in the ground
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
[ooc: Naked as we Came by Iron & Wine.]
Current Location: his shop
Current Mood: 
stressed
stressed20 January 2008 @ 12:23 am
[scuffling footfalls, and a hollowed voice]
Life, love, reason...song, singing, blood...
.....Where...what hell? What monstrous home?
Where has the blackness brought me now. What world as it made for me.
[ooc: And Sweeney returns, darker, broodier, and far more folded into himself. <3 He's restarted, so all relationships have been wiped...he may remember choice ones, but that depends on contact.]
Current Location: the fountain
Current Mood: 
blank
blank31 December 2007 @ 08:40 pm
I'm Mister Green Christmas, I'm Mister Sun!
I'm Mister Heat Blister, I'm Mister Hundred and One!
They call me Heat Miser, Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch! I'm too much!
Ooooh, you're just blowin' alotta hot steam, Snow Miser! Frigid old coot, mother's heart warmed to ME the most! If you can't stand the heat, get outta the kitchen, you wimpy icicle. REMEMBER, after New Years, comes SUMMER, time for sizzlin' sidewalks, horrible heat waves, and sun, sun, sun, sun, sun.
Take THAT, puddle boy! Hah-HAH.
[ooc: affected by the mask curse. XD He's the Heat Miser The Year Without a Santa Claus ]
I'm Mister Heat Blister, I'm Mister Hundred and One!
They call me Heat Miser, Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch! I'm too much!
Ooooh, you're just blowin' alotta hot steam, Snow Miser! Frigid old coot, mother's heart warmed to ME the most! If you can't stand the heat, get outta the kitchen, you wimpy icicle. REMEMBER, after New Years, comes SUMMER, time for sizzlin' sidewalks, horrible heat waves, and sun, sun, sun, sun, sun.
Take THAT, puddle boy! Hah-HAH.
[ooc: affected by the mask curse. XD He's the Heat Miser The Year Without a Santa Claus ]
Current Mood: 
annoyed
annoyed24 December 2007 @ 10:31 pm
Thank you for the invitation to dinner, Professor Dumbledore..
I had a surprisingly good time.
Excel, Anita, Ms. Dante, Ms. Cheza, Girlycard...I hope your holiday is..going well.
Mm.
Severus, I think I'm finished for the night...
( Left for Excel at her door, wrapped simply )
I had a surprisingly good time.
Excel, Anita, Ms. Dante, Ms. Cheza, Girlycard...I hope your holiday is..going well.
Mm.
Severus, I think I'm finished for the night...
( Left for Excel at her door, wrapped simply )
Current Mood: 
calm
calm16 December 2007 @ 01:50 pm
The weather is unsettling. I prefer the cold to this...onslaught of heat. Never the less, my parlor will be open, of course. What was all this...man-eating butterfly business?
The strangest things I've seen are in this place.The natural goodness of people included. I'm looking for a blade specialist. I have a few tools to commission before the Christmas season is further under way.
...Hm. The weather may be unacceptable, but it seems to have attracted the birds to return to the city. What is that there...
..Ah. A finch. A cloud of them..green ones.
The strangest things I've seen are in this place.
...Hm. The weather may be unacceptable, but it seems to have attracted the birds to return to the city. What is that there...
..Ah. A finch. A cloud of them..green ones.
02 December 2007 @ 03:58 pm
It would be far too redundant to say how much this place displeases me...it is times such as these I wonder why I don't develop the habit to drink--excessively.
I won't of course...the idea is merely...tempting.As my other vices cannot be sated in a world where the dead do not stay dead.
T'is the first day I may return to work since all of...-this-.
Excel...there's much cleaning to do.
[ooc: I'll just say since the last curse my Toddy was affected with, he's been in the worst of his crazy moods. Excel was his Johanna for the day, and he'll be strangely silent around her for awhile. Strike sooo not there.]
I won't of course...the idea is merely...tempting.
T'is the first day I may return to work since all of...-this-.
Excel...there's much cleaning to do.
[ooc: I'll just say since the last curse my Toddy was affected with, he's been in the worst of his crazy moods. Excel was his Johanna for the day, and he'll be strangely silent around her for awhile. Strike sooo not there.]
Current Location: his shop
Current Mood: 
dark
dark18 November 2007 @ 03:13 pm
Our home. This horror over...this terrible...
...Rest now, my friends. Rest now, forever...sleep now, the untroubled sleep of the angels--
...Tobias. My razor---
Current Location: his shop
Current Mood: 
crazy
crazy03 November 2007 @ 12:02 am
Who in hell ARE all these people?
One of them has stolen the sign from my shop, and I would greatly appreciate having it back...as well as a collection of combs, two basins, clipping scissors, and my white coat.
And no. You may NOT touch my shaving razors.
One of them has stolen the sign from my shop, and I would greatly appreciate having it back...as well as a collection of combs, two basins, clipping scissors, and my white coat.
And no. You may NOT touch my shaving razors.
Current Mood: 
aggravated
aggravated28 October 2007 @ 04:18 pm
I will not be coming into work for a number of days.
Neither should you two.
A few days of rest, at the very least.
Thank...well, not God for some time, but at least that madness ended...to the devil with this city. Ms. Granger, how are you feeling?
Have the rest of the students come back..? Ms. Lovegood, Mr. Weasley...the rest of them...
Severus. Thank you.
Neither should you two.
A few days of rest, at the very least.
Thank...well, not God for some time, but at least that madness ended...to the devil with this city. Ms. Granger, how are you feeling?
Have the rest of the students come back..? Ms. Lovegood, Mr. Weasley...the rest of them...
Severus. Thank you.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: 
tired
tired24 October 2007 @ 01:19 pm
Severus.
I had to separate from your students, but I am sure they are safe...I would like to hear from you young people. If only to make sure. It only seems to grow worse by the hour.
One woman is dead. Others they have lined for trial this afternoon. You people, and your God. To kill in the name of the Lord. If you are tried -yourselves-, you were only doing "God's Work", were you.
And you call us Heathens. Oh, yes, I have sinned. Marred, tainted souls, every one of us. So, please, continue preaching of purity and cleansing this wretched Hell.
When or if this curse ends, 'there will be a great cry' spread throughout the streets of the City.
[ooc: Strike muttered! Anyone want to catch a barber??]
Current Location: who knows?
Current Mood: tired
tired23 October 2007 @ 01:32 pm
No work today, The Corinthian. And for the record, witchcraft is something I haven't deviled in, thank you.
Severus--
[garbled speech, as well as something of a struggle---gagging, and a body hitting the floor]
...Excel. Stay home.
Severus. Get out of the apartment. I think they know where we live...
[ooc: Accused, and in Demon Barber mode. >.> Sweeney does not appreciate people invading his workspace to accuse him of things. Come near him, and get some straight razor in the face. Strike muttered!]
Current Location: leaving his shop
Current Mood: blank
blank15 October 2007 @ 01:21 pm
...well...
I can feel it, peeling. I think my fingernails are...yes, there goes two of them.
[weak chuckling] Oh, yes, keep your...keep yourself together.
I'm mostly worried about the skin around my neck...I'm afraid I will have to leave early...at this rate, I'll just...lose my head.
Current Location: Barber Shop
Current Mood: 
contemplative
contemplative11 October 2007 @ 01:38 pm
Winter in London--cold, awful biting weather, with no heat, no proper clothes...no luxuries given here, not in those times. And here I sit, by a window of our livingroom, in comfortable warmth with a cup of steaming tea, watching the snow fall.
I suppose nothing here should be taken for granted.
And there--[chuckles] The children, playing...a bit of purity, after so much turmoil yesterday...lights of hope, all that. If you believe in such things.
I may go for a walk.
I suppose nothing here should be taken for granted.
And there--[chuckles] The children, playing...a bit of purity, after so much turmoil yesterday...lights of hope, all that. If you believe in such things.
I may go for a walk.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: calm
calm