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Post by Ry on Jan 19, 2008 4:58:42 GMT -5
 Souris, passing through the slums in the outer part of the bazaar, noticed the new old shops set next to one another. Ceramic shingles topped a thin, slanted roof, which crowned dusty, cracked grey stone on the left, and windowed walls on the right. Unkempt and moldy though it undoubtedly was, the new brass plaque set into the shop on the left had caught her eye, for the words proclaimed the shop to be,'Mr. Todd's Barbary and Stylistic Emporium'. She peered down at the odd ticket she'd found. She still couldn't quite make out the name, but decided to try, anyway. She shoved, hard, against the old-fashioned oak door, which gave reluctantly under her paws, but gradually yielded to a bare room, floor liberally stewn with dust. The mouse, resigned, lifted her nose, tail and paws away from the dust, and scampered in. A forbidding barber's chair sat in the centre, covered in cracking black leather, metal frame showing through, but she ignored that. Against the far right wall, next to the Jack-and-Jill door that led to the other shoppe, had caught her interest. Dingy cracked mirror aside, the old wooden table held bottles, jars, small pots, and decorative brown box, that looked promising. Prehaps that grayish stub would come in good use, after all. But where was the owner? |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 20, 2008 20:18:14 GMT -5
The door on the far left creaked open very suddenly and a tall Biped wolf stepped out into the main room of the shoppe. "'Lo..."He muttered, his striking blue eyes raking the Yarrow mouse before him. What on earth was something like her doing in this end of the Bazaar? She looked like she belonged somewhere better, perhaps in the Courts even, with a face like that. He moved over to the table against the wall and rifled through a few thing without saying another word to her. Finally he opened a drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper, which he handed to her. "''Ere you go, find somefing that you want an' then you'll pay. Then I'll do whatever you wan'..."He looked her over again, finally noticing the grayish colored ticket in her paw. His eyes widened slightly as he gave it a quick double take. "Where'd you get tha'?"He asked, his lip curling slightly, not in anger, but in confusion. He'd told that damnable woman to stop handing those things out over three months ago...had she started up again? He would have to have words with her after he'd dealt with this...he had to admit... Rather pretty woman. |
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Post by Ry on Jan 23, 2008 3:53:31 GMT -5
Souris started slightly as the door suddenly creaked open, and a biped stepped out.
"Hello" she greeted uncertainly, faltering slightly under the startling blue gaze he had, shaken enough that she almost missed his thorough going over.
The wolf was hot. Tall and lean, with a face that was long and aesthetic, with an undefinable element that greatly enhanced his sex appeal, he was temptation. She took captive that last thought just in time to see him move.
Mm, in motion, he was even sexier than still. A slight smile curved her muzzle, as she watch him rifle through somethings, not even noticing the sudden silence, or the fact that she was staring, gently taking the paper he handed to her, and reading the words absently, only half-registering his words, until he stopped.
She thought furiously for a minute, working out his last sentence, and the question, embarrassed, before finally realizing. He was referring to the odd grayish ticket she clutched in her paw. "I..."she stammered. Then hearing the uncertainty in her voice, mentally kicked herself, forcing herself to recover something akin to her normally aplomb. "I found that lying around, and picked it up." She answered, coolly, reminding herself to remember that she was from the Gardens, and no ordinary female, as she went back to scanning the paper, and the words covering it.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 23, 2008 15:23:09 GMT -5
((Jenn's right Rynnie, just edit that out when you can, ok? <3))
"Found it, did you...?" The wolf asked, sounding highly skeptical. That damn woman! He didn't care if she thought it would bring him extra business or not, they needed the money...why couldn't she have at least made the discount 5p or something more reasonable?
He wasn't normally this uptight about money either but...lately...well, he really didn't want to have to eat anything she called "hodgepodge" ever again.
He watched as the mouse poured over the paper for a few moments...then rifled for a few more things. Tucking a few...certain bottles out of sight and turning two so that the labels could no longer be read. He could feel her eyes on his back and it unnerved him...
Did she know something she oughtn't? Was she really here for some beautifying experience...or to investigate... He could still feel her staring...
But when he turned back around on the pretext of seeing if the mouse had chosen yet, he was greeted with the top of her head as she was still reading.
Sweeney rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling in annoyance.
Women...
"Know wha' you want yet, miss? I ain't got all day...choose, please..."
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Post by Ry on Jan 24, 2008 0:31:00 GMT -5
(Thank you, Jenn! <3 And Nat! <3 My guess would be Mrs Lovett, then, not Nat, as I thought. XD)
Souris pretended not to hear the skepticism dripping from his voice, and carefully returned her attention to the piece of paper, while she kept half her attention on the sleek lines of the biped.
She skimmed over the options and prices carefully, as she discreetly oogled his fine form, only now appreciating value in the small grayish stub. She would not have been able to afford the treatments otherwise.She would not have been able to afford the treatments otherwise. Her eyes skipped up and down, and sideways considering.
Something snagged her attention, and she let it. "Magical scents?" she asked, taking care to drip leftover skepticism from his earlier question into her voice. "What's the use?"
Her fur would look slightly better longer, and vanity and pride suggested that a small to large fur growth would be appropriate, complete with a signature scent, although power hunger seemed inclined to linger on the idea of magical scents, and daring insisted that tattoos, piercings and manes were the way to go...
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2008 12:44:15 GMT -5
The sarcasm in her voice jarred his nerves.
"The use? Depen's on what you're lookin' for, dun it?"
He replied, not in a mood to banter, the silly girl could tell him what she wanted first.
"If you're looking to keep yourself fresh tewnty-four/seven it'd be a great help, wouldn' it? 'Course...can do ovver fings... Some good, some bad."
Depending on how much money you have on you and if you continue to talk down to me... he thought to himself, expression unchanging.
"Can't see why you'd need it though... You're pretty enough to cart off anyone you like, don' need to meddle with their minds from what I can see... 'Less a 'course, you're really that insecure, little miss..."
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Post by danishweasel on Jan 29, 2008 22:21:57 GMT -5
 The Jack-and-Jill door creaked open as the biped feline sashayed into the barber shop. In her hands was a tray with a homemade meat pie and a glass of ale. Placing the tray by the window, she continued to address Mister Todd as usual before noticing the visitor. "'Ello, Mistah Todd! Jus' comin' in 'ere to bring yah lunch in. Oooh, my, my! We 'ave a customah! Welcome, dearie!"She looked over the rodent with a bit of suspicion. What was she doing in Mister Todd's shoppe...? Her suspicions were alleviated, though only slightly, by the gray ticket in her paw. "Oh, you got a hold of one of me tickets! See, Mistah Todd, I told you it would bring in some more business! And once you've finished with 'er, she'll go tell all 'er friends, an' we'll get more business!"
Mrs. Lovett absolutely beamed at Mister Todd, hoping that this might smooth over some ruffled fur caused by another discount ticket. |
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Post by Ry on Jan 30, 2008 4:23:13 GMT -5
Souris narrowed her eyes, thinking hard. Cauter's warning sounded clearly again in her ears, "some of his customers seem to...disappear...", as the Card informed her that the magical scents could do "ovver fings...", giving his words an additional threat.
She didn't think she could buy off the threat, but maybe, if she swallowed her pride, he'd think twice before he carried out the threat. She couldn't help but brighten up at his compliment, though, especially when he mentioned mental manipulation, but she had to wrestle hard to keep her snarky remark in place, when he implied that she could be insecure.
Fortunately, the feline biped sashaying in distracted the remark, and she was able to slam her mouth on it, and swallow it, while Mme. Lovett fussed over the custom she brought, and dredged up a sweet smile, let her attention wonder back to the heated internal debate that was raging over the options M. Todd offered, and trying to shut everyone up with a pointed reminder that she couldn't afford everything, which only set everything off again.
A mane would be better shelved, for a time when she could afford to have it colored, patterned, trimmed and styled. Ditto the tattoos and piercing, which needed a froody design, she finally decided, which settled everything. Fur growth. "Could you make my tail furry, like a dormouse?" she asked, at the same time wondering how much that would cost...
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 30, 2008 13:08:44 GMT -5
The Wolf desperately kept his face straight as the door banged open and his neighbor and proprietess, Mrs. Lovett walked into the shoppe. His teeth ground slightly together as he was not in the mood to entertain her and work at the same time.
"Mrs. Lovett, if you'll recall, I believe I asked you not to hand out any more o' those tickets..." He growled softly, fingers curling into the pocket of his pinstriped breeches and fondling the handle of his razor. "You will also observe, Mrs. Lovett, that I am wif a customer, so if you'll please leave, it would make everyone's morning better..."
He then turned back to the Yarrow Mouse, only just catching her request.
"Wha? Oh, yes. I kin do tha' easily, it'll be 35p, you'll pay first, then you kin tell me what color and how far up the tail you wan' me to go, awrigh'?"
He continued to ignore Mrs. Lovett's smile and knew if he so much as glanced at her again, her mouth would open and he'd be bombarded throughout this custom. Staring at his the floor before his, he waited for the Mouse to respond.
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Post by danishweasel on Feb 5, 2008 22:40:53 GMT -5
Mrs. Lovett placed her hands on her hips in indignation. First, the fact that he thought that she had given out more tickets. And secondly, that he was telling her to leave, just after she had brought a fresh lunch for him, a freshly-baked pie, lovingly made and served still piping-hot.
"I'll 'ave you know, Mistah T, that I didn't give any more o' those tickets. It's jus' tha' there're some more still floatin' aroun' out there. We've only gotten abou' five tickets back an' I gave out a' least twen'y or thirty..."
This thought, repeated back to her once more as it filtered through her ears and made a loop back to her brain, probably didn't sound nearly as good as it did the first time her brain has sent it through express down to her mouth. In fact, it was probably not the best idea in the world to have him know just how many tickets there might have been...She laughed nervously and took a few steps back towards the door.
"Well then...I s'pose you should get to tha' customah o' yours. I won' keep you 'roun' any longah."
With that, she rushed through the Jack-and-Jill door before Mister Todd could have too much time to throw anything at her, whether they be words or something more...damaging.
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