Following her Uncle Barnabas down the steps, she was worried about tripping but still kept to herself. She was not going to allow Barnabas to hold her hand and guide her as if she were a child.
"Why would I wanna tell anyone? Anyone who’s wanted to become rich left the town when they got the chance to. You can’t get any cash around here, ‘cause the town’s really unpopulated. I doubt anyone even wants to enter this stupid house. People think it’s haunted."
Hearing the mouse, Carolyn gasped and moved away, hoping that the rodent would leave them alone. “Does my mother know about this? If she did, we would have been able to get more television channels by selling some of this stuff.”
He peered back at her, shaking his head. “We must not wastefully spend our riches on foolish little things. We shall invest it into the family business, of course! It is the only way to regain our fortune and former success,” he explained, as they made their way to the backroom of the secret passageway.
"Ah… Have you ever seen such majesty?" He proudly admired the valuable assets that filled the room, such as jewelry and old fashioned ornaments.
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× Dark Shadows
╚ Barnabas Collins & Victoria Winters/Josette du Pres
- how long have you role played for: Over two years.
- your first rp genre: Whichever genre Dark Shadows is lol.
- first character’s name: Barnabas was my first character actually.
- first character’s face claim: Johnny Depp
- first character’s species: Vampire
- last character’s name: Thénardier
- last character’s face claim: Sacha Baron Cohen
- last character’s species: Human
- do you prefer tumblr or forums: Tumblr
- have you roleplayed with someone you know irl: Yes
- what is your favourite genre of rp: I don’t really have a preference.
- what is your least favourite genre of rp: Really unnecessary AU roleplays that don’t really make too much sense for the character. (I’m keeping what theythrowhappenings said haha)
- if you could change one thing about the rp community, what would it be: Some people could be a bit nicer, I suppose.
- how long has a plot lasted for you: About a few months, I think.
- are you open for plotting: Definitely!
- do you have any restrictions when it comes to plots: Nothing too gory or smut.
- what fc are you craving to play as of late: Helena Bonham Carter
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Michelle Pfeiffer in Dark Shadows
She smiled as he looked over the gifts, knowing he was being a gentleman, and she wanted to tell him it had cost her no money, but then he would think she was a thief. She wasn’t, because the cufflinks were still in the window, she had merely produced a copy in her mind and they had materialised before her. She used to fear what she could do magically, and she used to think it made her a freak. Things were different now though and she wanted to learn more about the power she had and learn how to use it to her advantage. Life had been unkind to her, but had given her such a gift she couldn’t help but think it perhaps compensated for the other things she didn’t have.
She smiled and touched his hand gently, closing his palm with the cuff links tucked inside them. “I do not want compensation for them Barnabas, it was the first time I had ever purchased a gift and I’m glad it was you.” She told him, mirroring the words she had so many times before. When he had first kissed her lips, first told her he loved her, first taken her to bed. He was her first everything and he would never be replaced by anybody as far as she was concerned.
She wasn’t stupid, and she knew that his parents were fiercely pressuring him into marriage, and Joshua had already told her so, making her feel even worse about herself, but as far as she was concerned she didn’t think that he would ever betray her like that, simply because he knew how much she loved him in return, and to do that would destroy her.
Despite her reassurance, Barnabas still felt a little guilty for accepting the gift. Yet, he decided to graciously take it and make it up to her as soon as he possibly could. He would buy her something nice, something that she could get a lot of use out of. A new pair of shoes would do her well and surely no one would notice. The next chance he had, he would purchase a pair that were practical. In the meantime, he could make it up to her in other ways.
"Angelique, my dear, how shall I ever repay the favor?" He had a mischievous smile on his face as he took another step closer to her. He placed the gift in his vest pocket and then placed his hands lightly on her waist. He was still aware of the fact that they were in the middle of the library, which was far from private, but that did not prevent him from stealing yet another kiss. This time the kiss was more passionate and it lasted for just a bit longer, though in the back of his mind he was still very aware of their risky and complicated situation.
First her mother and father, now Barnabas. Everyone had left her, and it seemed like the odds would never be in the favor of the young troubled governess. She could not believe the sight she had viewed, how he barely acknowledged the flames. It was frightening and confusing, her first instinct was to run.
Approaching her bedroom, she took in a deep breath and shut the door, ignoring Barnabas’ calls. Who was she to speak to? Elizabeth had went to comfort David, and Carolyn…Victoria knew that Carolyn tried her best to warn her about the strangeness of Barnabas. Still, she did not listen.
"Please leave me alone! Are you even human?" She cried, instantly regretting it. Vicky knew that the family was full of secrets, even she could talk to ghosts. Barnabas being a creature of some sort would only be more terrifying for her.
There was a long hesitation. He never wanted her to find out this way and especially not so soon. He was not ready to tell her, but he did not have any other options. He could not continue to lie and keep secrets from her. It was not right.
Barnabas was waiting right outside her bedroom, his hand placed on the doorknob. He did not let himself in, because that would be inconsiderate and if she did not want to see him, he would have to respect that. As difficult as it was, perhaps he just needed to give her time. Rushing her certainly would not help with the situation.
"Open the door and we will discuss this. You deserve an explanation," he said in a soft tone, trying to avoid the dreaded question for just a little longer. "Please, my love. You have nothing to fear."
Carolyn listened to her distant uncle, something that she rarely did. Secrets were a topic that was very common in her family and she was not enthused to have to keep another one. It was not as though she would speak of the passage way to another, the lonely teenager did not have any friends and barely left her bedroom.
“What kinda secrets? I hate how our family has a bunch of them. It sucks.” She grimaced, peering into the darkness. It was hard to believe that there was something hidden down those stairs, something in Collinsport that for once, the teenager had not seen before.
“By treasures do you mean weird fancy cups and bracelets? We could just go up to the thrift store outside of town and get a bunch of them for under five bucks.” Even if it did not seem too intriguing, Carolyn was still interested in what laid at the end of the steps. “If you want, I guess we could go down there. I can’t fall asleep.”
"Certainly not. By treasure I mean valuable jewelry from a time long ago, silver, gold… There is a small fortune just beneath our feet. If the wrong person knows this information, you can imagine what a thief may resort to." He turned back to the secret passageway.
"There are many hidden passages in the manor. I took it upon myself to discover each and everyone." He made his way down the stairs without looking over his shoulder to check that she was following. It was quite dark, but he was used to the darkness. He forgot that Carolyn may have a difficult time seeing.
After he stepped down from the final stair, a mouse scurried out of the way, squeaking as it fled. “This one has remained a secret for many years and it will continue to stay a secret. You must not tell a soul,” he told her sternly.
Julia gulped, and looked down at the table. She didn’t want to lie to him. Or hurt him, in anyway possible. But, she didn’t want to be killed either.
Julia took in a deep breath, “So,” she said trying to get on a different subject, “How’s that precious little Vicky doing?” She asked sarcastically. Of course Barnabas was in love with Vicky. His true love.
Something seemed off about Julia, but he suspected that she was just in pain from a headache after another night of too much drinking. When she asked about his dear Victoria, it was quite obvious by her tone that she did not really care. Still, Barnabas answered her question seriously.
"Victoria is wonderful. She is with young Master David, I presume. He has grown very fond of her. As have I, I must admit." He was smiling faintly.