Summery:
The Crow/Sweeney Todd Cross over. ToddXOC.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right; or in this case, fix a mistake that shouldn't have happened.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sweeney Todd, or The crow. If I did, I wouldn't be typing this on a shitty ass computer. I also don't own the songs that are going to be 'sung', since it is a musical. I'll but the title and who's it buy before I start typing the lyrics. But I do own my OC's and this idea.
Chapter Three: 21st century digital girl
Gabriel's Wing was a very popular place for the young adults that lived in or next to old Fleet Street. There was inside to the pub and a patio out front if you plan on having a dinner. It was run by a burly man named Gabriel in his mid 30s; he was about 6'7" tall, long black hair that fell limply at his broad shoulders. He was a very intimidating bar keeper, especially when it came to his two adoptive daughters, Abigail and Dawn.
The two young adults couldn't be more opposite from each other. It could be because that they were not blood related, or maybe because Gabriel had adopted them from two different environments.
Abigail Turner was the youngest, about 18 years old. Her hair was long and bleach blonde that went around his heart-shaped face and down to her ribs in waves. Her eyes were a pastel green, and eyelashes were long and curved. It was no doubt that this young lady was the eye candy to many young men. Despite the fact that she lived in a not-so-good neighborhood, Abigail was on her way to go to Oxford University for Medical care. She was an incredibly bright woman, with such proper manors that Gabriel is still baffled as to where she learned them from. It was defiantly not him, or his other adoptive daughter Dawn, and she certainly didn't learn it by the costumers that come to Gabriel's Wing.
Dawn Hastings, the oldest, is the complete opposite to her sister. Instead of long locks of bleach blond, Dawn had an untamed mane of dark chocolate hair that reached her shoulder blades. Though everyday she straightens it with a flattening iron, it still was wild and chaotic. Her eyes were a strange colour of silver and blue; her eyelashes were entirely fake and were much longer than any normal ones would look like. Black eyeliner was thick around her almond shaped eyes, which enhanced her penetrating stare. She was already 21 years old and has no plans for her future, other than being a waitress at Gabriel's Wing. Even through high school, Dawn Hastings' reputation went through a lot of rough patches. From being the school slut, to being the school rebel, to being the school druggie; truth be told she is still finding out who she is, but still hasn't kicked her bad habits.
Just like last weekend, and the weekend before, Dawn and Abigail cleaned and waited at Gabriel's Wing. Things were going normal, as normal can be in a place like this, but knowing Dawn Hastings, there's bound to be a fight happening.
"'Allo, lass! Care to take our orders?" Barked a middle aged man from the far corner of the tavern.
"Keep you shirt on, boys," Dawn replied nonchalantly as she made her merry way towards the table. She was sporting in her 'uniform' which consisted of a mini black plaid kilt, a tight white blouse, and a pair of girl combat boots.
"What'll have?" She asked, pulling out a pad and pen from out of thin air. The three men quickly told her their order. After she wrote them down and turned to leave one of them took his hand and gave her a swift slap on her bum. Dawn, however, didn't do as much as look over her shoulder and give him a glare.
Abigail was watching the entire scene from the bar. Once her older sister came to set the order in for the men's drinks, Abigail couldn't help herself.
"How can you let those vile men treat you like that?" She scolded whilst glaring at the group of womanizers.
"I got used to it, I suppose," she said as she watched the door to the tavern open and seeing a distraught looking man in a dirty old trench coat awkwardly making his way to an isolated table. Dawn kind of zoned out when she was watching this dreary looking man, and then she quickly snapped out of her daze and looked at her sister.
"Besides I like the attention," she gave her a winning sheepish smile and slapped the order on the counter.
"But why?" Abigail asked as she took the paper, and read over the drinks.
"I dunno, I guess it's just the kinda girl I am, really."
"I guess that's true, considering you've done a lot worse than let a man slap your arse…" Abigail replied as she mixed up the cocktails, and pilled out a couple of bottles of beer.
Dawn smirked at her and turned around to gaze once more at the people residing inside Gabriel's Wing.
(This song is called 21st Century Digital Girl, by Groove Coverage)
"I got Breast implants,
paid by my boyfriends.
I got a botox injection under my skin,
I only play with sex, but I don't let them in!
Dawn began to sing as she grabbed the drinks from Abigail, who only watched in amusement. Dawn flirtatiously walked over to the table of men with their drinks in her hands, as she continued to the next verse.
"I got fake nails, don't answer e-mails.
I am a silicone valley walking on two legs…,
After handing the drinks one by one, she sat on their table, and wrapped her legs around one of men's waist and sang, "What's the price of the world? I can write a check!" Pushed his chair with her boot and slipped of their table and sang the chorus…
"Cause I'm a 21st Century digital Girl,
I don't know how to love, but I live in this world.
My daddy is a workaholic millionaire, my mom is on drugs,
but I don't really care!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
She crawled up on a young man's lap, and straddled his hips. "I got a pussycat," she purred, causing him to smirk, which quickly disappeared as she finished the verse, "right in my Gucci bag," and climbed off his lap, and back on the floor.
"I've got a first-class-ticket, everything's permitted,
cause I can have it all!
"Cause I'm a 21st Century digital Girl,
I don't know how to love, but I live in this world.
My daddy is a workaholic millionaire, my mom is on drugs,
but I don't really care!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Dawn got on tables, and began to dance erotically, taunting the men in the tavern, as well as making the women inside jealous. Abigail couldn't help but stand behind the bar counter and chuckle a bit at her sister's promiscuous behavior.
"21st Century Digital Girl,
21st Century Digital Girl,
21st Century Digital Girl,
21st Century
DIGITAL GIRL!"
"That's all well, but could you get back to work, Hastings?" Dawn was crawling on top of the bar counter when Gabriel came in from the back room and had witnessed the last few seconds of Dawn's little solo.
"Yes, sir," she smiled sheepishly and slid off the counter.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and turned back in the back room. Dawn gave her sister a sideways glance, who laughed a bit and continued to make drinks.
A/N: Well that was a little introduction on who the main characters are. The plot will start soon enough, if not in the 4th chapter, then the 5th, promise.