Secret intentions

[Gabriel Alfero Mort]

Gabriel didn't usualy find himself around these part, and he knew that if spotted, most of the upper classmen would turn their noses up at him. But he was here on buisness reasons, he'd been dealing with a murder nearby. He suspected it was another 'Jack' victime. Poor sods. Gabriel didn't really care, but he'd been hired to find the killer and stop him, and he was being payed well. So he had been unable to deny it, he didn't see the point in investigating, the killer was obviously a genius. Although, trying to find him did offer Gabriel a challenge, and he did enjoy a challenge. And at least, as long as he was trying to complete this challenge, he wasn't at risk of loosing himself to one of his personalities.

Unfortunatly, Gabriel now found himself in a very dingy and dirty pie shop. He was purely hear to ask questions and to find out if the locals knew anything. But he was rather hungry, and hoped that in some way he could get some food. Although looking at the place he wasn't sure if he'd bother. The food was probably as bad as the shop. And Gabriel didn't want to end up getting food poisoning. Yet Gabriel had heard rumour that the pies here were actually starting to improve. How and why Gabriel didn't know, and he didn't care, not today.

Running a finger along on of the table, he looked at it and turned his nose up in disgust. The place truely was filfthy, even Gabriel wasn't as bad at this, and for an upper classman, he was pretty messy. Hardly surprising given the fact that he'd spent the majority of his life so far in Bedlam. He'd been in nothing but rags, and everything about the place had been filthy. He truely resented that place, and he never wanted to return there, even if it was a visit for buisness reasons.

Tired of waiting, Gabriel walked up to the worktable and looked over to see if anyone was kneeling behind it. To his annoyance there wasn't. "Is anyone here?" Gabriel asked, trying to restrain his anger. "I can always take my money elsewhere." That would make them come running, all that anyone cared about was money. Such pathetic creatures, they'd all learn oneday. Money wasn't everything, there was more important things in life. But did anyone realise that? No! They just ran after money like brainless animals. It truely disgusted Gabriel, and for once, he was glad that he wasn't like them.

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[Mrs Nellie Lovett]

Mrs Lovett was hard at work like always, she was down in the celler, grinding away at the bodies provided for her by Mr T. She'd already had a batch of pies in the oven ready for tonight's round. It was truely wonderous how things were working out. She was getting more money, her pies were becoming famous, and Mr T was able to satisfy himself by killing people for Mrs Lovett to put in her pies. It truely was the most wonderful plan, and nothing could stop it or ruin it. And as soon as that blasted Judge was dead, mr and Mr T could live their life by the sea and grow old together.

Humming to herself, Mrs Lovett began to sort out what needed to be grinded and what should be thrown away. She had it all sorted out in a handy little system. It was full proof, and it made her life easier. As long as she sticked to her system, then no one would find out what they were up to. Mrs Lovett was ever so careful to make sure that noone ever came across a fingernail or a whole body part. If they did, they'd be done for and Mr T would be right back where he started, swetaing away in bleeding Australia. But at least the two would be together... unless of course if Mr T got angry and abandoned her.

Brushing the bust off of her dress, Mrs Lovett took one last look at everthing before heading upstairs and into her home for a rest. Being down in the celler wore her out, partly because of the hard work, but mostly because of the heat. The furnace was so hot that the whole room became like a boiler, and it was hard work to stay down there for long periods. Mrs Lovett often got headaches if she was down there for too long. But she couldn't let anyone else do it, it would risk compramising Mr T's safety, and Mrs Lovett would never do anything to harm him.

Relaxing into her sofa, Mrs Lovett closed her eyes, and tried to get some sleep. She'd have to work hard tonight, and she didn't wish to be tired on the job, so she often had a quick napduring the day to reviatailise herself. However, she didn't have her eyes closed for long because she heard a voice calling through her shop. At the mention of money, Mrs Lovett pushed herself out of her chair and went to her mirror to quickly check her appearance before making her way into the shop.

"Sorry m'dear, I was half asleep to be honest. I've been working hard and my bones ache." There was no use in lying, and Mrs Lovett couldn't think of any other excuse, so the truth seemed like the best option. Besides, the man in front of her looked important, and she didn't want to risk being caught in a lie by someone higher up then her. "What can I do for you today sir?"

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[Gabriel Alfero Mort]

Finally it seemed that there was someone here to serve him afterall. Surprising how quick service came when money was mentioned, but Gabriel had expected it. Everyone acted in the same way, even those in the upperclass would bend to someone's will in order to gain more money. Money= power in this world, and the more money someone had, the more powerful they were, and the more their social status increased. It truely was pathetic and Gabriel did not wish to be a part of it. He was happy with his status, and didn't need to chase after peices of metal to make his life better.

The shop owner was nothing special, and like the shop she looked tatty. Her hair had bits of flour within it, and her dress looked like it could fall apart sometime in the near distant future. But it was to be expected within the lower classes. They weren't able to buy more elaborate items, nor could they afford better materials for clothes. It all came down to money once again, and how power crazy humainty was. "That's quite alright madam, working as hard as you must do it's understandable that you were resting."

Ah, how fun it was to pretend to be polite and civil. Everyone thought Gabriel such a good person, but it was all fake. He wasn't impressed with the woman's excuse, nor did he believe she was working hard. But it would be wrong to say something like that, even to someone of a lower class. "I'd like to ask you some questions, there have been some murders lately, and as a private detective, i've been hired to find out what's going on."

Gabriel didn't expect to get much out of this dumb creature, but he hoped that she had some information for him. If not then he'd have wasted previous minutes of his life. He hoped she did say something, even if it was small and relativly insignificant. It would make his job easier, and although most people didn't like to talk, some did, and it was those people that Gabriel truely admired, because they weren't like sheep, they were individual... like him.

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[Mrs Nellie Lovett]

Smiling as polietly as she could, Mrs Lovett studied the man before her. He seemed to be like all the rest of the upper classmen. He looked at her as if she was nothing. Which didn't surprise her, he was an upper class snob. There was nothing different about him what so ever. All those above her in class were the same, they didn't see her as anything. Honestly, just because she worked hard to scrape together whatever she could she was considered to be middle class, maybe even low class. But those in the higher class worked effortlessly for their money. It just didn't seem fair.

Dusting down her work surface, Mrs Lovett began preperation for tonight. She didn't care if the man was here, she had work to do, she didn't have time to flaunt about and let money fill her pockets whilst she slept. She had to earn what she got, and she was proud of her hard working nature. She'd hate to turn into a snob like this man. But as soon as the subject of murders came up, Mrs Lovett stopped and stared at the man. Did he know about Mr T?

"I don't know what you're talking about dearie." Mrs Lovett put her hand on her hip and put her duster on her counter. It was only once the words left her ,outh that she realised how follish she'd been. The man already knew that there had been murders, so she couldn't deny it. "What I mean is that there's often a murder or two around these parts." Yes, that sounded better, and it was true, murder wasn't uncommon in these more rougher parts. "Would you be able to be more spercific sir?"

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