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whatanagethisis started following you

Welcome to me shop, love, the baker mused to her unseen guest, her tone acquiescent behind it’s mask of blatant exhaustion (or, perhaps, boredom). Besides of course the gentle singing of the doorbell into the air, there was a rhythmic cunk cunk cunk of a metal knife against wood.

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With a great intake of oxygen into her lungs, the auburn-maned female seemed to fail to glance upward whatsoever. However, whether this was out of disinterest or almost mindless concentration on her task was unclear. 
Wot kin I get ye? Come for a nice juicy meat pie? Or perhaps a nice tot a’gin, ay?

Barnabas wondered through the crowded streets of London aimlessly.  He knew Liverpool well. It was the place he had been born and raised, but London was less familiar. It took him quite some time before he accepted the fact that he was lost.

When he saw a pie shop up ahead, he decided to go take a quick break and perhaps ask for directions. He pushed the front door open, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The inside of the shop was absolutely filthy.

“No thank you, madam.” He was about to say more when he caught a glance of a cockroach on the counter she was working on. “Pardon me, but there is a pest on your counter,” he pointed out. It may have been none of his business, but he was in disbelief that she could serve food under such unsanitary conditions.

(Source: blackisthenewgod)

tagged: #alice cooper

((I can’t believe it has been a month since I have last been on! I’ve been so busy with school and work the past few weeks, but I will have some replies posted soon for sure. Feel free to send me a message if you would like to start a thread with Barnabas!))

Manipulation in It’s Finest

myquarreliswithallofyou:

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Angelique opened the doors of the Collins Canning Co. confidently, scanning the cannery for the main office. There had been lots of talk about the Collins’ returning success lately - far too much for her liking. Sure, it had been quite a long time since Angelique had faced this much competition, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for a challenge.

Luckily for her, spotting Barnabas wasn’t that hard of one. He stuck out like a sore thumb with his huge black umbrella and sunglasses in the starkly bright light of the room. His head immediately turned her direction as she started to walk past him, into the office. Apparently, he wasn’t the one he needed to speak with. Recently, she had read the newspaper article about the renovation of their company, listing Elizabeth as President. Not Barnabas. Her previous assumption that he had taken over as CEO had in fact been wrong. But that only opened up a brand new string of possibilities Angelique hadn’t thought of before. The blonde woman lifted her chin up and gripped the file in her hand tighter, the tiniest hint of a smile etched on her porcelain face. 

It had been more difficult than expected to regain the family business’ former success. Many of the fishermen’s loyalty was with Angelique, but after several weeks of persuasion and hypnotisation, things were finally beginning to run smoothly again. Barnabas spent much of his time at the cannery. He was determined to do everything possible to bring his family success.

However, after some discussion with Elizabeth, they decided that it would not be wise if he tried to take too much control of the company. She would continue to be the president of the company, because she was certainly not about to completely hand the business over to Barnabas and even he had to admit that it did make more sense. Elizabeth was well known and liked in the town of Collinsport, in comparison to Barnabas, who was a stranger to most.

One afternoon, Barnabas was standing off to the side as he watched a few of their employees go about their work. He watched an attractive blonde woman walk past him and he did a double take as he realized that the lady was Angelique Bouchard.

“Angelique!” He called, hurrying after her. It confused him that she passed by him without so much as a second glance. “What in the world are you doing here? I must insist that you leave immediately!”

alcoholic-redhead:

Julia put on a fake smile and turned her head slightly to face the other direction. Her smile vanishing.

She couldn’t stand ‘Vicky’. There was someone off and odd about her. She came here with barely any story to tell. Nothing about her childhood, or most of her whereabouts. She was quiet, and sneaky. She was defiantly hiding something.

She turned back to face Barnabas, “Oh. Thats just wonderful,” she took another drink. Barnabas was a talker, but of course his talk is always about, “becoming human,” or, “my precious Victoria.”

Julia hated that.

It was obvious to Barnabas that she was not being sincere and he knew why. Perhaps he should not have even been speaking to her about Victoria after the learning experience that was doctor patient confidentiality, but he spoke to Julia about everything. She knew all of his secrets and that included all that happened in his past. It would be difficult to keep such things from her and besides, he needed somebody to talk to.

“Is there something bothering you, Doctor Hoffman?” For a change, he asked her the question, as if he was oblivious to what could be wrong. He was only trying to be polite by asking.

(Source: whatanagethisis)

tagged: #alcoholicredhead

darkshadows50:

Dark Shadows celebrates its 50th Anniversary in 2016

(Source: cousinbarnabas)

(Source: overreacting-teen)

I am a vampire, madam. But I am also a Collins, and I swear by all I hold sacred I will not harm anyone under this roof.

(Source: chopsticsandbanitsa)

I can tell, you know. Just from a person`s face. Yours says…

Secrets in the Passages: Carolyn and Barnabas

theythrowhappenings:

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.

tagged: #alice cooper