Oliver!

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QueenSusanofNarnia

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Based on the play/book, this is Oliver Twist.

Please choose from the characters from the PLAY:

Oliver- an orphan boy born in a workhouse - TAKEN by Pollywannabe
Fagin- recruits and trains boys for thievery - TAKEN by SimonW
The Artful Dodger- aka Jack Dawkins – one of Fagin's boy pickpockets - TAKEN by Timberwolf
Bet[sy]- a thief of Fagin's and friend of Nancy
Bill- a violent thief
Mr Bumble- leader of the orphanage
Mrs Bumble- Mr Bubmle's wife
Mr Brownlow- Oliver's saviour, a kindly old gentleman
Mrs Bedwin- Motherly housekeeper to Mr Brownlow who nurses Oliver back to health
Charley- one of Fagin's pickpocket boys

Or, you can be one of Fagin's other boys (Charley is one of them, as is the Artful Dodger).


I'm going to be Nancy, who is: Bill's girl; a thief trained by Fagin who longs for a better life.
 
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Oliver was sitting on a step in London. He was tired and hungry. He hurt too, but then he had been walking for a looong time. He sighed.
 
Nancy glanced around as she sat her brush down. Then, she quickly got out of her seat and rushed to the window, and threw it open. Out into the dark abyss, she cried, "Oliver!" There was no reply, so Nancy grabbed her skirts and threw one leg out the window. The second followed, so she sat on the sill with her feet on the roof. Carefull, she grabbed onto the metal stake she'd placed there for the sole purpose of sneaking out via the window and roof. She quickly placed her other hand on the stake and swung her self around, landing with an oof on the roof.
"Oliver?" she whispered. Where was he?
 
Fagin was within his run-down hideout where he and his young thieves slept in.
He was hunched over his writing desk, quill in hand, marking off some figures upon the ledger he was writing in.
In his other hand, of which he was inspecting, was a diamond-studded brooch. It was encased in a silver frame, the diamond middle glittering in the candlelight.
Mumbling incoherantly, Fagin scribbled down a short description that read thus, Diamond brooch, encased in silver-plated tin- four pounds, ten shillings.

Fagin was not very happy with his inspections of late, but every penny helped.
Placing the brooch within his secret horde, a small treasure casing, more like an oblong box really.
Fagin gently pushed back the chair and picked up his box. It was not that heavy, but then again, it was made so it was more suitable to carry things, like treasures the such that Fagin had only seen once in his lifetime.
Walking over to the far end of his hovel, Fagin looked left and right and behind himself. He did not trust anybody, even those around him.
Luckilly, he had sent his boys out to the streets. They were not due back until dawn. Still, better safe then sorry.
Holding the box under one arm, Fagin reached out at his brick wall and grabbed hold of the loose brick. It took a little while, scraping the brick out, but he finally did it. He took away two more bricks and let them fall to the ground.
Placing the brick aside, Fagin took ahold of his box and delicately slipped it into the hole. It was a perfect fit.
Picking up the bricks on the ground, Fagin slipped them back into the gaping holes until there was a solid brick wall once more in front of him.
 
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"Oi!" Nancy hissed. "Oliver!"
She waited, and didn't hear a response - still!
What was keeping the young chap? So, she softly began to sing...

There's a little ditty
They're singin' in the city,
Especially when they've been
On the gin or the beer.
If you've got the patience,
Your own imaginations
'll tell you just exactly what you want to hear:
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes, Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Ev'ryone knows:
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear oom-pah-pah!
Mister Percy Snodgrass
Would often have the odd glass --
But never when he thought anybody could see.
Secretly he'd buy it,
And drink it on the quiet,
And dream he was an Earl
Wiv' a girl on each knee!
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
That's how it goes.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows:
What is the cause of his red shiny --
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But whatever the cause of his red shiny something, Nancy never said. For at that moment, she heard a scuffling sound, and a figure loomed at her from the other side of the roof.​
 
Nancy heard a voice in her ear.
"Oliver?" she murmmured so only he could here. "If that's you, Bet's at Fagin's..." She felt the wind rush over them, but they were protected from its icy sting by the roof. The figure grew larger, and Nancy feared it would be Bill, her boyfriend.
 
The Artful Dodger returned to Fagin's home for the boys. He spilled two purses, a gold watch, five handkercheifs, and two pennies in front of Fagin. Then he leaned back on the fireplace.
 
QueenSusanofNarnia said:
Nancy heard a voice in her ear.
"Oliver?" she murmmured so only he could here. "If that's you, Bet's at Fagin's..." She felt the wind rush over them, but they were protected from its icy sting by the roof. The figure grew larger, and Nancy feared it would be Bill, her boyfriend.
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"Should I head back over there?" he whispered to that Bill wouldn't hear them.
 
"Yes, but let me come with you!" replied Nancy in the same hushed tones. She grabbed her friend's hand and quickly they scampered down the old house's lattice covered in ivy. When they reached the ground, Nancy, looked up. The figure seemed to be gone. She wiped her brow and they set off.
 
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"Yes, but let me come with you!" replied Nancy in the same hushed tones. She grabbed her friend's hand and quickly they scampered down the old house's lattice covered in ivy. When they reached the ground, Nancy, looked up. The figure seemed to be gone. She wiped her brow and they set off.
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"Why wre you out so late?" he asked her between breaths.
 
"Looking for you!" she replied, breathing heavily as the crossed the wide streets of London. She glanced around, making sure no one saw them. Her corset was killing her! Oh, if only it was lady-like to rip it off - she'd do it in a flash right now! Finally, they reached Fagin's place. A rundown abandond ware-house, the theives who called themselves "Fagin's Boys" used the basement as their hide-out.
Oliver was one of the newest recruitments, and Nancy liked him very much. They became good friends. Nancy knew her best friend, Betsy, "kind of thought" he was "on the nice-looking end". Nancy and Bet visited Fagin and the boys as much as possible. They knew they were the only young women the boys encounted face-to-face (unless it was a victim of their well-done pick-pocketing), and the boys always leaned in a bit too much when the were spoken to. But it gave the girls laughs, and Nancy always teased her favourite, Jack. He was the best theif (besides Fagin himself) of the lot, and was about Nancy's age. She loved to torment him by shaking her skirts and lifting them knee-high while going up or down steps.
"Come here, Dodger," she'd say. "Come here and maybe Nancy'll be good to you." And he'd come like a hungry mutt after a buiscuit.
 
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"Looking for you!" she replied, breathing heavily as the crossed the wide streets of London. She glanced around, making sure no one saw them. Her corset was killing her! Oh, if only it was lady-like to rip it off - she'd do it in a flash right now! Finally, they reached Fagin's place. A rundown abandond ware-house, the theives who called themselves "Fagin's Boys" used the basement as their hide-out.
Oliver was one of the newest recruitments, and Nancy liked him very much. They became good friends. Nancy knew her best friend, Betsy, "kind of thought" he was "on the nice-looking end". Nancy and Bet visited Fagin and the boys as much as possible. They knew they were the only young women the boys encounted face-to-face (unless it was a victim of their well-done pick-pocketing), and the boys always leaned in a bit too much when the were spoken to. But it gave the girls laughs, and Nancy always teased her favourite, Jack. He was the best theif (besides Fagin himself) of the lot, and was about Nancy's age. She loved to torment him by shaking her skirts and lifting them knee-high while going up or down steps.
"Come here, Dodger," she'd say. "Come here and maybe Nancy'll be good to you." And he'd come like a hungry mutt after a buiscuit.
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"Oh." he simply replied before walking into Fagin's. He looked around before he spotted Fagin (who plays Fagin) and asked him, "Can I go to bed now?"
 
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