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                                                    -”My little dove-”

       Independent Johanna Barker from Sweeney Todd. Musical Based. As loved by Chel.

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   She stands on the empty street, staring aimlessly at the dimly lit gaslamps-how strange for a street to be nearly empty on a Tuesday afternoon. There are a few stragglers, walking slowly-walking to someplace. [But she does not walk. She merely stands, waiting for nothing. Going nowhere-

   she knows that others believe she is lost (or mad-though her clothing certainly indicates a lady of class, not a madwoman who has been thrown out into the streets.) But she is not lost-no, she wants to be here. In this little street. Alone.

   It is here where she can be at pe-

      [she feels a shoulder brush past her-she turns around for a moment, believing it to be the worst, but it is not who she believes it to be. It is a young woman-who looks just as startled as she.]

   ~Pardon me,”~ Johanna begins, forcing herself a little laugh. ~”I...I was in your way, wasn’t I?”~

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hi i just want everyone to know that sibella holland is my inspiration and her coordination of pink will remain unrivaled until the end of time.

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Reblog and put your muse’s birthday date in the tags! 

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Hey guys, I’ll try to be back tomorrow-it’s just been an incredible busy week, but I managed to finish all my work, so I’ll be good to go.

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    She shivers as she walks down the dimly lit street-she has lost track of time, but she knows that it is well past midnight-perhaps two or three in the morning. (It was foolish of her to leave this late at night-she wonders if there are even any trains running this late at night. But if she had waited until morning, she would have been caught-

   she continues to walk, attempting to brave the cold as best she can and shivers for a moment, clutching onto her rather large bag. )

   She freezes in place when she sees a figure, more shadow than person, approaching her-her heart begins to race and she has half a mind to run back. To forget this stupid plan and go back home-back to captivity. [No, no, no! She cannot.]

   And so she keeps walking, praying that the figure has no malice for her-hoping that she will be safe, if only for a moment longer.

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Audrey Hepburn - screen test for Roman Holiday

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hello friends, i am pretty busy tonight, so I’ll be back to writing starters either tomorrow or Sunday. Bless you for your patience.

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    She is running late, as usual-fetch the groceries, go to the seamstress, drop the groceries off at the small, cramped apartment, go drop the mail off, have a visit with Anthony’s mother (who seems to know everyone’s business and absolutely adores sharing it with her daughter in law), and go pick up the little one from his classes-

  she makes her way to the small school, clutching onto her little purse, hoping that she has not kept her little boy waiting too long-

    [she spots the teacher and manages a little smile, quickly scanning the schoolyard before approaching her.]

     ~”I’m sorry I’m so late,”~ she begins, her voice escaping her for a moment as she tries to catch her breath. ~”I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long-I suppose I’ve lost track of time.”~

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   Five months. [Is that how long it’s truly been? Five months since she last stepped away from her home? Five months since she donned her mourning habit-five months since he had left?] She stares at the china tea cup in her hand, attempting to recount the days that have passed before her like a blur-and yet, she cannot. All she can remember is the baby wailing for his father-all she can remember are her trembling hands.

    She looks up for a moment, a tear rolling down her cheek as she scans the small shop, searching in vain-perhaps he has been found! After all, he was lost at sea [he may very well be alive-perhaps he will spot her in her mourning dress and run to-]

  She realizes that another has been staring at her for quite some time and, embarrassed, Johanna places the tea cup back on the shelf.

   ~”Pardon me,”~ she mutters, her hands beginning to shake once more. ~”I suppose I was lost in thought.”~

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