Obvious trigger warnings for violence mentions. I’d like to note that this is not the version including Johnny Depp and is taken from the 1979 version with ( my girl ) Angela Lansbury! Likes and reblogs deeply appreciated!

Prelude: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd

“His skin was pale and his eye was odd.”

“He trod a path that few have trod.”

“What if none of their souls were saved?”

“They went to their maker impeccably shaved.”

“Swing your razor wife!”

“Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.”

“He served a dark and avengeful God!”

No Place Like London

“I have sailed the world, beheld it’s wonders!”

“There’s no place like London!”

“I feel home again.”

“I could hear the city bells.”

“You are young.”

“Life has been kind to you.”

“You will learn.”

“It is here we go our separate ways.”

“However, making fun of the size or shape of someone’s head because you can't accept your own freakishly large ears is no way to go through life.”

she just wanted it to make sense. make sense, make sense, make sense. if she kept talking to him, would it finally click like two puzzle pieces? maybe. so she kept pushing. desperately, to say the least. there was nothing to grasp on, no leads for her to see what he was actually saying. not like he’d tell her straight up, anyways. where was the fun in that?

captured. she fell as a victim who had been constricted in chains and it still didn’t make sense. the amount of water she had splashing her face like there was no tomorrow. drowning in the washed away dreams that she once had, sorrows that fill up her heart was now out of her system. her lips were numb (and probably not even the pretty pink that people compliment), quivering but she still decided to curse like a sailor. question him over and over, although he was the one who asked the questions around her. according to him, at least.

“When you’re done come talk to me and I’ll explain everything.” His last words before rising from the chair and leaving. He never liked that room in particular. Three grey walls, and one solid two-way glass wall. It held nothing but a lone light strip on the ceiling, a barber shop chair modified with straps, and the steel chair Elliot was sitting in. Unlike the rest of his ‘home’, it held no character whatsoever. It was a shame people always had to see this room first.

Moving to a room that he felt was more comfortable, possibly what some would consider a common room or living room like area. She would only travel down a hall with the men guiding following her from behind before entering the vast open area. Greeted with high ceilings, whites, blacks, light greys, and the aqua life that lined the walls. In the middle of the room is where she’d find Elliot. Sitting on a large black sectional that formed a “U.” Left leg crossing the right, patiently going over the material in a folder with another large man quietly standing not far behind him.