Insane Never Go Far

After a bit of lopping off heads n' baking the inners and skin and meat, it is time for open shop, and unaware Tobias helping out with all the hustle. Cleo and Kimie also assist while Mira is upstairs with Mr. Todd who is polishing razors for future customers. "Oi, Mr. T?" Mira looks down from the window at the crowd.

"Yes?" he looks up, his hands freezing.

"What are we going to do if this don't work?" she wonders.

"Be hanged and forever hold our peace, I presume," he shrugs. He notes the tension of her muscles and sets the razor down and walks over to pat her frail shoulder. "That's why we're going to be quiet about this," he whispers into her ear. "Okay? Then we will have nothing to worry about."

She nods, still worrying over the fact of the death of Sweeney Todd and Nellie Lovett. As psychotic as it sounds, she finds them nice people by heart, just poor Todd tormented and driven by COCO Lovett. So, in theory, you should blame Todd for following, but actually blame the Judge for driving him far. Mira feels the locket radiate and gulps. "'Cuse me, I think I forgot something downstairs."

She exits and races down to grab Cleo by the elbow and Kimie by the hair. "OI! WHAT THE HLL?" Cleo tries to yank herself free.

Mira doesn't pay heed to the screaming and such and throws them into a closet, following and closing the closet door. "What are you doing?" Kimie crosses her arms, or so Mira believes seeing she can barely see her own nose cross-eyed.

"Easy," Mira shrugs, opening the locket and the hologram appearing. "Cassandra, something wrong?"

Cassandra does indeed look pssed off to High Heaven. She has her arms crossed and toes tap-tap-tapping on the ground-in their case the locket inside. "Yes, there is in fact something EXTREMELY wrong," she snarls, unlike usually cheerful-scary Cassandra. Cleo notices the claws and the bulging back of the shirt to symbolize the in-coming wings. "You see, this was supposed to send you back in time. Unfortunately, I have sent you into Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street."

"You mean the American Movie by Tim Burton?" Kimie raises a brow.

"Indeed. This idiotic locket has done nothing but send you into a movie based in the past!"

Cleo sighs with relief. "Well, at least we can change a few things."

Mira and Kimie nod and exit the closet to Mrs. Lovett with crossed arms, tapping one finger on her left elbow and the echoes of a foot tapping on the ground drilling thickly into the three girls skulls. "What were you three doing in the closet?" she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Talking," Cleo shrugs, actually telling the truth for once, "about how successful this is going to be!"

*Shreds paper* FCK THIS! Jeez you NEVER know what a devil is thinking, especially the devil's daughter! "Yes, yes, alright!" Mrs. Lovett snaps. "Just get back. Mira, Mr. T wants you back up there with whatever you forgot."

Mira nods and runs out, tracking up the old steps and into the shop, the bell jingling. Sweeney Todd looks up from whatever he was doing and sighs. "Got what you needed?" he asks.

"Yep," she pants, a hand over her breast. "Well, I hope you're ready for the customers, cause they're coming…"

He nods and as the rush goes along, Cleo notices a beggar, squinting and poking Kimie's shoulder. "Oi, I think that's Mr. Todd's wife, Lucy Barker."

Kimie nods and walks over, surprised that they were the same height. "'Cuse me miss," Kimie addresses politely. "Your name Lucy?"

She nods shaking. "Y-Yes ma'am. Alms for a miserable woman?"

Kimie rolls her eyes and hands her all alms she collected on the streets. "You know a man named Ben Barker?"

She raises a brow and looks up with crazy narrowed slits. "Name sounds familiar…"

"Kimie, throw that old woman out!" Mrs. Lovett snaps.

Kimie huffs. "Sorry Miss Lucy," Kimie says as she exits the store and pushes Lucy to the opposite side of the street, jogging back (in a dress?). "Yep, that's Lucy," Kimie whispers to a passing Cleo.

Cleo gives a curt nod and places one's order on their table, walking up to the Barber shop. "Mira," she sighs, "we need to talk."

Tired Mira turns from the large window. "Why?"

Cleo just grabs her elbow and drags her out the door, slamming it shut and earning a few glances. "Barker's wife. She's a beggar."

"I knew that," she huffs. "Did she come by?"

"Yes. And don't you find it weird there's no singing if we're in the you-know?"

"Yes. Now get back down there," Mira pushes her down the steps, people gasping at the bent-out-of-shape looking Cleo. Cleo grumbles and glares up at slightly smirking Mira when she returns to the Barber Shop.

"Stupid human," Cleo mutters. "But the insane never do go far, and yet she has, so there had to be purpose to that…"

Mira indeed had purpose to that, or has, depending on how picky you are to grammar. She sighs and scratches the back of her neck roughly. "If I'm the suspected demon, maybe she won't go off trying to look for Beadle and trying to get Mrs. Lovett hanged for witchcraft," she thinks.

"They. Are. Movie. Characters!" Cleo snaps. Mira raises a brow, which Cleo catches. "Okay, I'm a DEVIL! Not a useless human like you. Now listen, there's no reason to try and stop oh-so-delicious death, missy, because they DON'T EXIST!"

"In technicality, they do," Mira points out.

Someone snaps their fingers in front of her face. "Miss Mirror, wake up."

She shakes her head and blinks at Sweeney Todd. "Oh! Sorry, my mistake to fall into day dreams."

He sighs and the door opens to a customer. "Remember, the insane never go far," Cleo thinks once more before snapping some sort of telepathic connection.

Mira agrees. The insane never go far because they're rash…but what happens when they do?

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