Status: Currently oneshot but will possibly be extended in the future.
Spoutwell Lane
London's a dangerous place for the unwary. Miss Elizabeth Fitzwilliam learnt this on her twelfth birthday. Now after three years of attempting to trick and thieve her way out of poverty she has lost her fine manners, distinctive high-class accent, and pampered mind.
But how is she left? Unfeeling, cold, merciless.
Then, after three years of thieving, out of the blue Thames fog there comes Spout.
Someone to feel about. Someone to hate, or love.
Someone whose heart she can steal.
Cockney Rhyming Slang:
Ducks and geese - police.
Tea leaves - thieves.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pin can spit
and it goes by the name of London."
Sweeney Todd, No Place Like London.
But how is she left? Unfeeling, cold, merciless.
Then, after three years of thieving, out of the blue Thames fog there comes Spout.
Someone to feel about. Someone to hate, or love.
Someone whose heart she can steal.
Cockney Rhyming Slang:
Ducks and geese - police.
Tea leaves - thieves.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pin can spit
and it goes by the name of London."
Sweeney Todd, No Place Like London.