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hiddenangcls​:

“I did for the first 6 months I was here, I damn near hung posters pleading for them but there were no pictures of them so I couldn’t do that,” he explained with a weak chuckle, knowing the situation itself wasn’t funny but his actions towards finding them were slightly comedic. “I’m still looking for them but I just… I don’t know, man”

"Never give up hope." he gave a reassuing nod. He knew how hard it was and could relate to the struggles this man was likely feeling. Of course without this man direcly telling him he wouldn't know but if it was as it was for him then he'd certainly be in agony. Being alone was hard, he'd been used to it when he got locked away for almost two decades. The only thing which kept him going and kept him from going insane was hope. One day things would be better. They'd maybe be suffering for a long time to come but in the end it would all be worth it.

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youllalwaysbemyporcelain​:

She takes the menu and smiles. “I will get your dinner right away then! I hope you like what I bring you!” She has to think of a drink for him. The only thing she can think of is a shirley temple with vodka, and that may not be something he’d like. She’ll figure it out.

"Thanks, love." he watched her momentarily before taking in the surrounds, looking at the other people who were dining in the restaurant. Sweeney couldn't help but notice that this place seemed to be full of couples, just a painful memory to what was missing from his life and had been for over 15 years.  He tried to brush the thought off as he looked out of the nearby window, awaiting Eurydice to return. 

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youllalwaysbemyporcelain​:

Faith gasps and takes it. “Oh thank you sir! Thank you so so much! How can I repay you?” She was so very grateful. She held the coin purse in her hand, dropping it into her purse. “I can’t thank you enough. That was too kind of you to make sure you gave it back to me.”

Sweeney holds his hand out to her and shakes his head. " Nothing to thank me for, miss. " he insisted. "You owe me nothing, really" this world was full of evil people and those who took advantage of others and he certainly wanted to help the innocent as he could. He knew the pick pocketer of London were no good. They'd often steal from the rich which he generally was not fussed about considering how they they looked down upon people and hurt his wife as they did, he felt they'd been deserving. This girl on the other hand seemed innocent and kind and undeserving of such treatment. " Just make sure to be careful... there are some bad people out there."

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johanna-songbird-barker​:

She simply gives a light nod and a small soft smile when he thanks her. Johanna feels embarrassed when she catches herself staring as he cleanses his face and adverts her gaze to scan the room. While she couldn’t imagine what could have happened to leave him in such a state, she hoped the professionals would be able to help him fully recover. 

“Thank you, Sir.” She responds simply. While she felt the urge to say more on it, mainly as a way of unburdening her heart, she still wasn’t sure who she could trust. After all, she was a young woman alone and living in hiding. Hiding from the one who raised her. Johanna was still glancing at the door, tempted by the feeling of being free that the outdoor air provided. Specially as the man begins to question her more about her guardian. 

Still avoiding eye contact she shakes her head. “The last I knew, he was still in London.” Once again she shakes her head but also stands up, no longer wishing to even be contained by the chair she sat in. “I am fine without him, Sir.” Not responding to his offer of his phone. Her already pale face growing even more pale out of fear. Though when he offers to call for her, panic sets in. “No! No, please Sir, I’d be better off dead.” She continues to speak in a panicked rant, which only served to worsen her voice, as she backs away from him towards the door. Loosing complete regard for her bag where it rested on the floor. “I spent fifteen years in his cage. When I wished to leave, he called me an ungrateful child, told me I broke his heart and locked me away in an asylum. If Anthony hadn’t helped me escape, I would’ve gladly died a hypocrite’s death. Ridicule was all my mother ever gave me. Though a lifetime trapped with him? I would have gladly taken poison as my mother had. Please, Sir forget me, forget my face. If he finds me I’ll surely die.”  

At first when she mentioned London he found it odd, her accent seemed familiar as his but he supposed he got used to the fact this place seemed to have people from all over the world and even foreign lands, though all of this did seem to be calculating in his brain. Potentially the fact he hadn't slept for the past 3 days had an impact on it but everything felt incredibly surreal. It was as if the answer was in front of him but was not at all feasible with no logic to it. He remained silent as he tried to understand what was going on in his mind at the same time as he tried to listen and take in all the knowledge this young lady was saying. Although he couldn't understand why it was, she gave off a calming sensation to him for some reason, as if he felt at home around her which he never really did with anyone, other than Lucy of course, but she was long gone.

"No love.... Please don't say that..." he watched her with pain filled eyes upon her admission. He'd never met the girl and already knew she wouldn't be better off dead. He was once known as Benjamin and was then a very gentle soul but now than man felt as if he were dead, this new version of him, Sweeney on the other hand was filled with rage. He hated most people and wanted revenge in any form he could take it. He'd used terrible ways to do this, now he wanted to try and make a difference. After all, it was harder hiding bodies without an accomplice. He didn't really care who lived and who died as in the end, death was inevitable. Despite everything, he'd always had a soft spot for women with yellow hair. Probably because of his past but none the less he really felt for her and didn't want her to feel this horrific pain. 

The words in which she had to follow confirmed everything. It made his thoughts come to life and he didn't know how to react. There before his eyes was his Johanna. His little girl who was all grown up. How was this even possible? It should of been a dream but in some sort of crazy twist of fate this was actually happening. Maybe those people who brought him here had planned all of this. Maybe there was a deeper and darker side to this but right now all he was fixated on was the fact that he had seemingly had his dreamed granted. His daughter was here. He couldn't let her go. Not not, not again. He couldn't let her down as he had all those years ago. " No... stop!" he got up from the chair and approached her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her slightly to look at him. There seemed to be a few eyes on them but right now it felt as if he'd entered a new world and in this world it was just the two of them there.  

"P...please... wait.. I... I... " he paused,  he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He'd not cried in over a decade. When he first was imprisoned he'd cry for his wife and daughter every night until he became seemingly void of expressive emotion. He'd still think of them every day though. " There is something... I must tell you.... " he struggled to try and speak, trying to hold back his emotions from spilling as he loosened his grip. " Will you please wait and talk to me?" his dark eyes settled on her light ones, desperate for a chance. This was his only hope. If he blew this he had no idea what he may do"

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MANIP REQUEST | AMANDA SEYFRIED & TOM HARDY @red-rubies​

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mischiefmuses​:

“We shall see.” Dream glanced over at the other. His gaze wandering for a moment. Then he let himself refocus on the raven flying off into the distance. He really hoped that at least the birds had a connection to the dreaming. Dream hated being cut off from it. Dream at least had access to all of the people here, their dreams, their nightmares and even during the day their hopes and dreams. That was something. At least he could keep order here even if in the rest of the world and the multiple of universes he couldn’t. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sweeney stared at the other. There was something unsettling to him about this man. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he gave him an odd feeling. He supposed he should of been used to it by now based off all the people he'd come across in this city, many of them had their own sorts of weird quirks, though none were quite as dismissive at communicating with him as this fellow was. Maybe he ought to cut his losses and just walk off, maybe this man was better off being left to whittle away at his own thoughts.

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hiddenangcls​:

“So big island,” he replied with a nod, making a mental note to check out what the United Kingdom was and where it correlated to Berk. “Not many people have, actually, so you aren’t the first,” he chuckled softly, knowing that his home was small and desolate, and not many people knew of it so he wasn’t exactly upset by that. “I hope you’re right, I’m starting to go stir-crazy here waiting for them”

"You're not looking for them?" Sweeney personally would of found it odd if he wasn't looking for them, but then again he shouldn't of been so surprised that everyone didn't do the same. He doubted that there there were many people in this place would be doing the same that he'd done. His obsession to seek revenge on the judge was at an unhealthy level where he'd taken on a violent job which only consume a few hours a day which great expense giving him essentially unlimited time to stalk the city in the hope of finding the Judge.

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mvsicinthedvrk​:

The stranger’s kind reassurance, and pat on ther shoulder, does a great deal to settle Blathers’ discomfort with the entire situation. But his note of warning is a valid one!  “I usually do have my wits about me when walking out late in the evenings,” he tells the other. “I have read up on the crime rates of large cities such as this one, and I was dismayed to find that they greatly exceed that of my home island!” Back home, comparatively, there was… never crime, really. At all. “I suppose the unexpected fright did throw off my attention. I count myself lucky that you were here to draw me away from the terrible creature.” 

"Ay... It's not the safest of cities" a slight smirk captured his lips as the younger male mentioned the moth. He had no idea where he could of come from  to describe a place where something as innocent as an insect could be frightening but he supposed if he was brought here from a foreign world as he had that everything seemed possible. The other day he'd spoken to someone who sounded as if they were from a fairy tale. " Listen... this isn't something I really do" he searched in his pocket finding a scrap of paper and pen, something he'd usually give to people he'd think could aid him in finding the judge. "If you find something in trouble... " he wrote down his number and name. "Gimme a call. Don't want to see a young lad like you getting hurt. "

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coreofgold​:

“I am not here for injury.”  The shaman spoke.  Wu Xi didn’t expect to be called here when he runs his own clinic, but they are booked here so he was helping out as best as he can.  So far it’s been people with muscle pain and colds and things he can easily treat or at least send them to his clinic if they are able too.  This man…this one looks like he’ll need to be treated now instead of being shipped off.  

“Here to try and trim the wait time by helping people here.  You are my next patient.”  The Nanjing shaman responds.  

Did this man work here or was this some stranger seeming to get himself involved to help people. Either way, Sweeney didn't have a clue who this was and he seemed sceptical of his actions. The older man looked around the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He'd been here a few hours at least and this was the first time he'd even seen this man. " And you work here do you?" he quirked a brow, keeping his eyes fixed on the other. Sweeney was not very good in trusting people, he was always as weary as possible.

" I think I'll be needed through there " he nudged his head in the direction of the locations of the hospital wards. Had he been back in his time he would of taken to matters himself but these days it was easier to get someone to do it and with wounds such as his, it was advisable to get someone else to help him anyways and well, he had no one.

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youllalwaysbemyporcelain​:

She smirks. She has to make this meal the best one yet then. “Yes, I promise not to disappoint you! But first, any allergies, particularly to shellfish?” She was planning on the carbonara, but instead of chicken like she’d mentioned, she was thinking shrimp, if he could have it. She’d tried it like that before and had loved it. She smiles at the man as she waits for his answer.

She seemed so excited, like she had a zest for life. It was refreshing to see. There simply wasn't enough people like that these days, or even in the past. Everyone always seemed to miserable. " No... no allergies." he confirmed as he handed the menu to her, seeing as he would no longer be needing it. "Thank you."

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johanna-songbird-barker​:

After Johanna had responded her soft gaze became fixed upon his wounds. It was not a sight that she was used to and yet, she didn’t seem anxious about that. In fact setting her mind to the outside topic seemed to help keep her calm. She pulls out a small container of antiseptic wipes out of her bag. “Would you like some help with those?” Johanna asks holding up the wipes. “These wont do me any good but, you might want to clean those a little so infection doesn’t set in.” 

Johanna’s gaze immediately drops to the floor and she shifts back in her chair to face forward. “Its, its complicated.” While it was a relatively simple story to tell, Johanna wasn’t in the habit of explaining her life to others. “When I was a baby my, father was…” She pauses in search of the best way to phrase it. Knowing that often children of the incarcerated were looked down upon just as much as their parent. “sent away. My mother, could not withstand it and… she passed.” While there was a semi strong sense of resentment that painted her words as she spoke of her mother; it was born purely out of limited true information. Afterall, Judge Turpin wouldn’t have openly confessed to Johanna the truth about any of her origin story. 

“My guardian isn’t here.” At that, Johanna’s posture seemed to shrink inwards merely at the thought of him. Soon after, she quickly and nervously glances towards the exit door, thinking she had heard his voice or other familiar noise that marked Turpin’s presence. Half of her wanted to escape while the other half knew she had to stay and receive treatment (even if they thought her mad). Her eyes were fixed upon the exit door wishing someone would open it so she would not feel so trapped as the pace of her breathing increased yet again. 

Sweeney was far too engaged in what she was saying, until coming to reality as he saw the wipes in her hand. " Thank you. " he took the packet from her, carefully opening up as he took one of the wipes and used it upon his bloody injuries, wincing slightly at the burning sensation. 

Upon hearing her story, he felt terrible for her. He didn't know the ins and out but she'd had a similar experience to him and that was something he'd never wish upon a soul, well other than his enemies perhaps.  "I'm sorry to hear that." the fact she'd lost her parents so young must of been very tough. Maybe she'd had it better, that's what he hoped for anyways. Hopefully the person who took her in had raised her well and taken great care of her. It wouldn't bring this girl's parents back and they'd not replace them but based on what happened, possibly it had been for the best. That being said if someone had raised his daughter and allowed her no contact with her remaining parent, he'd be unhappy to say the least, and the Judge had successfully done all that.

The former barber was certainly curious to who this guardian was  " Does your guardian know that you're even here? "he asked, concerned for her well being. " Maybe you ought to call them so they can come and collect you after the doctor's seen you... "he didn't want to put the thought in her head that they may make her stay as he imagined she wouldn't be a fan of hospitals as they were not exactly the nicest places in the world. Placing his hand in the pocket of his coat, he took out his mobile phone. Once he found of the technologies these things possessed, he'd gotten himself a nice one so he could use it more as a tracker rather than the brick phone he first got upon arriving here.  "You can give them a call on this if you want." he offered the phone to he, awaiting for her response. "Or I can call them if it's too difficult for you " he suggested, seeing as it could of felt more stressful for her  to alert her next of kin about it.

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youllalwaysbemyporcelain​:

Eurydice has to think about it. She loves all the food here. “Hmmmm, we have a wide variety of food here, my favorites are for breakfast the strawberry cheesecake pancakes, and then lunch and dinner I love the chicken carbonara. But really, everything is so good. You can’t go wrong with anything.” 

Well then... he could tell this girl was passionate about food, so she was in the right job for sure. Maybe he should of looked more carefully at the menu but he decided to do something out of the norm and leave his fate in her hands. At the end of the day, if he didn’t enjoy it then he could always box it up and feed some of the stray dogs he’d seen downtown. It couldn’t taste worse than the gruesome pies Mrs Lovett used to make. “You seem to know you’re stuff... so go on.” he gave a light smile. “I’ll let you surprise me with a main and whichever drink you find to be an appropriate match.”

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viicnna​:

“i was unpacking our new apartment, and i thought he was out in the hallway. but when i went out and called his name, he was nowhere to be found.” she explained as calmly as she could. keeping herself composed was something she was much more used to these days “could you at least take one of these flyers? keep an eye out. he’s quite small so he’s easy to miss, but he is wearing a pink sweater, the same as mine.”

The more he heard about this dog, the more he could understand why it had run off. If he was a dog and someone dressed him up in weird clothes, especially to match his owner, we'll he'd bloody hate that. " Sure..." he folded up the flyer, placing it away into his pocket and looking to the girl. He could tell she was probably worried but she still was good at concealing it which he would of expected the opposite. He was pretty sure someone had taken her dog but he didn't want to plant any ideas in her head which could upset her further. Although he never had a pet he certainly understood how much animals meant to humans and how attached they could get. "I'm sure someone will find your dog. Who knows maybe you'll get home and he'll be sat there waiting for you." he tried to suggest, more to reassure her even if he personally didn't think there was a big chance of that. " Do you have any friends around here that he may of snuck off too?"

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skyfcll​:

cosette had been fortunate that she had found a family who were willing to take her in when she first arrived here, they gave her a place to stay and eventually gave her a way to earn her own money, and they became her family here while she was alone in the city. which is why she had found herself in the er with one of their children, he had been sent home from her day club after a nasty fall and initially they had thought that she only had bruised herself, but as the hours progressed on, she got worse and she realised that she would need to take her to get seen - her parents were both working and there was no one else who could take him, she had left the baby with their older brother. “I’m sure you’ll be seen soon, don’t fret, darling,” she tried her best to soothe her, but she was beginning to get a little frantic, she had never had to deal with things like this before. 

after a lot more pacing, she had been taken off to get an x-ray while she waited out here, and despite her protests, she was old enough to go herself without the supervision of an adult. “it has been such a long wait,” cosette nodded slightly at the statement. “oh, no, I’m not here for myself. I’m here with one of the children I nanny for, she gave herself a nasty bump on the arm and we think it may be broken,” as soon as she noticed his wounds, her eyes widened. “have they left you there like that?” she asked, looking around for someone or at least something that she could give him to hold against the open wound. “you would think that someone with blood pouring would be someone who would be a top priority!” 

"Ah... don't be daft, pet." a brief chuckle escaped him. Telling this stranger that he was a bit of a regular may of been a bit of a shock, but this was the reality after all. He was usually a truthful fellow though of course, he was selective with certain elements of information in which he chose to disclose. "This is normal for me...." he paused and briefly patted her arm to try assure her he didn't need her to help, he was not used to people being kind to him and he certainly from a stranger, though it did not mean he was not grateful. This woman had a kind heart for sure.

Sweeney was actually surprised that this injured child didn't have their parents with them. Maybe it was something he was to get used to but he'd seen this too often, nanny's seeming to raise the children better than then parents who would be doing heavens knows what. This frustrated him as he felt that in this modern society, parents were not spending enough time with their children and this time was truly so precious. He was not the jealous type but he was certainly envious of these parents who actually could raise their children and watch them grow up, this had been stolen from him.  "I'm sure the little one will be happy you're here with them." he let out a sigh as he looked down to the floor momentarily. " I hope it's nothing too serious. Hopefully the poor thing will be out before mornin' "

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