Post Todd
NOTICE: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD CHARACTERS!
This is a Story my friend and I came up with after seeing the movie. It's basically in play format. We each have a character of our own and we take turns writing for the other characters. It takes place right after the movie is over.
Antony, Joanna, Toby, Delia, and Celeste are the characters in this story.
p.s. when some thing is in between dashes (like so- thinks-) it indicates what the character is doing or thinking, Otherwise they are talking. Oh…and if we get enough reviews for this first chapter...we'll put up character bio's
Enjoy!
Toby: - Walked out of the bakehouse tossing the razor on the floor.-
Antony: - Runs in pulling Joanna by the hand- Boy… you there boy.
Toby: Yes sir?
Antony: Where is Todd?
Toby: -Looks towards bakehouse stairs- Gone sir…
Antony: - Growls frustrated-
Joanna: Antony, let's just go.
Antony: - Glancing at Joanna- Alright. You boy, -looks at Toby- When Todd comes back, give him my thanks.
Toby: -nods- Yes sir.
-Antony and Joanna leave and two girls, who are fraternal twins, enter-
Celeste: -Smiles and nods at Antony and Joanna- Excuse me….Boy.
Toby: -tired of everyone calling him "boy"- Name's Toby.
Celeste: -taken aback by his hostility- Pleasure to meet you Toby…I'm Celeste, and this is…
Delia: Delia, Delia Lovett to be exact. Do you happen to know where our mother is?
Toby: -Eyes huge in shock- M-mother?
Celeste: -Frowns at her sister- Delia, really…-looks at Toby- Forgive her lad…. She doesn't think before she talks. But yes, Mrs. Lovett is our Mother –blushes- But, if she isn't home…If Mr. Todd is here…
Delia: -glaring at her sister- Don't mind her, She just fancies Todd. And I actually do think before I speak, I'm just blunt when it comes to our mother.
Celeste: -rolls eyes, blushing furiously- No I don't, I….admire him is all.
Toby: -his cold eyes glanced towards the bakehouse door- Your m-mother has died…
Celeste: -gasp in horror- What….dead? –glares venomously at Delia- I told you we should have come sooner.
Delia: -wide eyes panicked- Its not my fault she died Celeste. I never wanted her to….although it may have seemed so. What of Mr. Todd, does he know about this?
Toby: - thinking about whether he should tell Delia and Celeste the truth- Yes….He did…
Delia: -eyes him- What do you mean by did? Did is past tense. –thinking about what might have happened- Are you suggesting that Mr. Todd is no longer alive as well?
Toby: - Still deciding what to do- Yes he had found out that Mrs. Lovett…your m-mother, had slippe d and fell into the bake house oven. He was so devastated that he took one of his razors and slit his own throat in despair. I tried to stop him, but I was too late.
Delia: -trying to comfort her sister (the news of Mr. Todd's fate was too much to handle)- I must see for myself, take me down there Toby.
Toby: -starts to panic- No… you mustn't, a young lady such as yourself mustn't see such a horrific scene.
Delia: I appreciate your concern Toby dear, but I really do need to know. If our mother did indeed pass on, then this shop is now ours –pointing at herself and Celeste- and we need to move our stuff back in or consider selling the place. Now please, take me into the bake house.
Toby: Can't we just notify the authorities, and let them handle it?
Delia: No Toby, they might take this property away from Celeste and I. If you aren't going to take me, I'll just go down myself. –she heads towards the bake house door-
Celeste: I want to go too –holds a hand up silencing Toby's protest- I'm not a child. –wipes tears away- If mother indeed is dead, I need to be there. After all, she was my mother.
Toby: -sighs, defeated, but still unhappy- Very well, follow me.
Delia: -takes her sisters hand and they follow Toby down- It smells dreadful. What's been going on down here?
Toby: -stiffens- this is the bake house mum….-points to grate- those grates lead straight to the sewer, the smell comes up –he bit his lip at the memory of Mrs. Lovett's half-hearted excuse-
Celeste: Toby dear, we have been working in a pie shop for the past two years, and we lived here. Weve never smelt this before.
Toby: -doesn't answer- Please stay on the stairs. I'll bring the body to you. –goes off out of sight-
Delia: -braces herself ( she doesn't have a strong stomach), and turns to celeste- He really wasn't kidding. What are we going to do sis?
Celeste: I don't know. –confused and irritated at having to stay on the stairs- This is ridiculous. Delia, you stay, I'm going.
Toby: -turns to stop her- NO…please don't!
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