I live in Collinsport, but I can't wait to be out of this place, and really see the world. Don't talk to me if you're weird., old, or.. whatever. And I'm also a werewolf. Don't tell my family, it's a secret..
Carolyn shrugged. “Can you play it now? You might get more customers.” She suggested to Mrs.Lovett. Carolyn wondered if this new instrument would be as cool as the electric guitar. The electric guitar was by far, Carolyn’s favorite instrument. Mostly because Carolyn’s favorite musician ‘Alice Cooper’ played it.Her crazy cousin David’s new governess (Victoria Winters) offered to give her lessons. Although Carolyn wished that Vicky could teach her to play the electric guitar, they both agreed on acoustic to begin with.
Lovett shrugged, peering out through the window. She supposed Toby could handle the shop for a few minutes. ”If you’d like,” she replied, looking back to Carolyn. “‘Ere, it’s in the parlor.” She led the girl though the small hallway connecting her parlor and the shop, glancing at the stairwell as she passed. She could hear Todd’s footsteps above, pacing, as always. Gesturing to the instrument in the corner of the room, Nellie looked back at Carolyn. ”Not much, but it does the trick.” She sat down on the bench, fingering the keys lightly. ”Don’t remember much,” she said honestly. There was never time to play the harmonium nowadays, and she seldom felt need to now that Mr. Todd was back. She pushed the key down in sequence, willing the old tunes back into her fingers. ”I am a lass who alas loved a lad who alas has a lass in Canterbury,” she began softly, her voice a bit rougher than it had been in her younger days. “‘Tis a row do diddle do dee tis a row do diddle do dee.”
Carolyn followed Mrs.Lovett down the small hall and heard something upstairs. She figured that it was probably mice or some sort of rodent roaming around. Barnabas always told her that London was a filthy place. Carolyn looked at the harmonium and realized that it was just a piano. Carolyn didn’t know how to play the piano, no one in her family did. They had a shiny black piano in Collinwood, but it was rarely touched. She listened as the woman played the keys but when she began singing, Carolyn rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that the woman had a terrible voice, but the song wasn’t one that Carolyn adored. “Do you know anything else?” She interrupted.
Nell remembered when she used to play the harmonium all the time. Albert had bought it for her as an anniversary gift. She’d sit there all day, when she wasn’t baking or reading, and plunk out notes until she’d gotten the hang of it. She was always quite fond of music, though she wasn’t immensely talented. On holidays, she and Albert and the Barkers would sit in front of the fire in her parlor and drink sweet wines and whiskey and she would play the harmonium and they would all sing. Sometimes Mr. Barker would come down alone and watch her play. Now, though, Sweeney Todd couldn’t be bothered. She froze, fingers hovering over the keys, as the girl interrupted her thoughts. Gritting her teeth, Lovett forced a smile. She didn’t turn.
“A few other tunes,” she commented, moving her hands into the correct positions and pressing down on the keys again. ”When one bell rings in the tower of bray, ding dong, your true love will stay.”
Carolyn raised her eyebrows with a frown as Mrs.Lovett began to sing another song the teen didn’t understand. It was about love and Carolyn thought that it didn’t even make sense. It was just comparing it to bells. Cutting her off again, Carolyn asked, “Do you know any rock music?” Highly doubting it.
Ed’s face brightened at the mentioning of her strange family, “Dracula wannabe? Is your uncle Barnabas Collins? I’ve met him shortly a few months ago. He’s the one that allowed me to film here in Collinsport.. I’ve met your cousin briefly as well, but I think they are all pretty normal people… of course looking pass their wackiness, I like them. I know I’m an oddball myself, but maybe that’s why I enjoy your strange family.” He giggled slightly and began to shake his head, “The drugged up hippies I can live without though… especially when they ruin a scene by getting into the frame when carelessly wondering around the forrest I’m filming at.” He took a sip of his Shirley Temple shaking his head of the thought, “Do you have anything strange about you Carolyn? Having a strange family often leads to strange children. I know I turned out a bit wonky liking to dress in-…” Ed caught himself almost revealing his secret to a young girl. He forgot that she was still in her teens and her parents might have kept things like being gay or men dressing in woman’s clothing away from her. He cleared his throat running his hand through his hair grinning, “Well um….. things that are sometimes inappropriate in society’s eyes…” Ed sunk his head down sipping his Shirly Temple, hoping she didn’t catch his terrible cover up.
She groaned. Of course Barnabas would be lurking about, talking to strangers. Carolyn felt that if more people came into the town, then Collinsport would be larger. Then, there would be more things to do. She wondered if Collinsport could ever turn into a place as big and cool as New York City. The thought instantly erased from her mind because Carolyn deeply doubted it. As long as Barnabas kept greeting strangers once they came in, most people would scatter from his odd look and behavior. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s a real freak. So is my loony cousin.” She explained. Carolyn looked down at the wooden table and shook her head. “No. I’m the normal one in the family.” She lied. Carolyn knew that was not true. When she was younger, she was bit by a werewolf in her crib. But Carolyn wasn’t going to tell Ed that. Not even her parents knew. When Ed stopped mid sentence and decided not to tell Carolyn what he dressed in, she didn’t say a word. Carolyn knew that some secrets weren’t meant to be said.
Ed sighed in relief that she ignored his bad cover up and carried on the conversation. He giggled when she considered herself the ‘normal one’ and saw that she looked at Ed with some attitude, “I didn’t mean for you to take that offensively… I just don’t believe any person is really ‘normal’. Everyone is a bit of a goof or weirdo in some way. I know I am.” He looked up at the waiter who brought their plates of food. He thanked him and began to pick at his fries.
Carolyn shrugged. She could tell what Ed meant, there was not one person who Carolyn had met before that wasn’t weird. When she met Vicky, she thought that Victoria Winters was the most normal person who she had ever encountered in her life. But once Vicky admitted to Carolyn about seeing a ghost and getting sent to an insane asylum, she knew that Victoria was just as freaky as David. That didn’t stop Carolyn from hanging out with her at times, though. “Yeah, I guess I know what you mean. How are you a weirdo?” She asked Ed.
The girl shrugged. “Never heard of that, either.” She said, when Mrs.Lovett mention the harpsichord. Carolyn didn’t have the slightest idea what that meant. She assumed that she could always ask Barnabas, but Carolyn wasn’t really interested. As long as she had her records and record player, that was good enough for her. Music was her favorite thing about living, without it, she would be lost. “You put a record in a record player and it plays music.” She said slowly. Carolyn recalled having a similar conversation with Barnabas. “Can you play any music?” She asked.
Lovett shrugged. Carolyn seemed extremely out of touch with London society. She’d assumed everyone knew what a harpsichord was. She herself wasn’t very versed in music or anything that went along with it, and even she was familiar with these terms. Then again, she did read a lot in her younger days, and perhaps Carolyn wasn’t as fortunate. Not everyone could read, especially not the less fortunate. Still, even though Carolyn’s style of dress was extremely odd, she seemed fortunate enough to come from money. Surely her parents could read. Shaking her head, Eleanor looked back to the girl. ”Oh….” she said, still not quite understanding. Best leave it be. Her eyes flickered back to her, and she nodded. ”A little. I can play the ‘armonium a bit.”
Carolyn shrugged. “Can you play it now? You might get more customers.” She suggested to Mrs.Lovett. Carolyn wondered if this new instrument would be as cool as the electric guitar. The electric guitar was by far, Carolyn’s favorite instrument. Mostly because Carolyn’s favorite musician ‘Alice Cooper’ played it.Her crazy cousin David’s new governess (Victoria Winters) offered to give her lessons. Although Carolyn wished that Vicky could teach her to play the electric guitar, they both agreed on acoustic to begin with.
Lovett shrugged, peering out through the window. She supposed Toby could handle the shop for a few minutes. ”If you’d like,” she replied, looking back to Carolyn. “‘Ere, it’s in the parlor.” She led the girl though the small hallway connecting her parlor and the shop, glancing at the stairwell as she passed. She could hear Todd’s footsteps above, pacing, as always. Gesturing to the instrument in the corner of the room, Nellie looked back at Carolyn. ”Not much, but it does the trick.” She sat down on the bench, fingering the keys lightly. ”Don’t remember much,” she said honestly. There was never time to play the harmonium nowadays, and she seldom felt need to now that Mr. Todd was back. She pushed the key down in sequence, willing the old tunes back into her fingers. ”I am a lass who alas loved a lad who alas has a lass in Canterbury,” she began softly, her voice a bit rougher than it had been in her younger days. “‘Tis a row do diddle do dee tis a row do diddle do dee.”
Carolyn followed Mrs.Lovett down the small hall and heard something upstairs. She figured that it was probably mice or some sort of rodent roaming around. Barnabas always told her that London was a filthy place. Carolyn looked at the harmonium and realized that it was just a piano. Carolyn didn’t know how to play the piano, no one in her family did. They had a shiny black piano in Collinwood, but it was rarely touched. She listened as the woman played the keys but when she began singing, Carolyn rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that the woman had a terrible voice, but the song wasn’t one that Carolyn adored. “Do you know anything else?” She interrupted.
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Carolyn stepped outside. She was glad that it wasn’t a cold day in Collinsport. It was usually freezing during Fall. “Yeah.” She replied and began walking down the street. The leaves were crisp on the ground and there were pumpkins in the shop windows. Halloween was a holiday that most people celebrated in Collinsport. The Collins had many rumors of encountering witches and ghosts in the olden days, which made the town a bit more spooky to live in. Carolyn knew for a fact that those rumors were true. How else would she have become a werewolf? “Do you celebrate Halloween?” She asked Vicki.
Vicki was glad that Carolyn had agreed to walk. It was so nice out and she just wanted to enjoy the fresh, crisp air. She loved the smell of the falling, dead leaves and loved the sound they made as they her feet stepped on them. It was something she’d loved since she was a child. Fall had always been her favorite season. She had fond memories of diving into big piles of raked leaves. There was a small part of her that desired to do that now as an adult. It was funny how even though she’d aged, there would still always be some things in her that would remain from when she was a child. It was actually a comforting though and she smiled to think about it.
When Carolyn asked her the question she turned to her and nodded. “I do. I used to go Trick or Treating when I was younger. I love dressing up and everything too. Halloween is actually one of my favorite holidays because it’s so fun. What about you?”
Carolyn remembered when she used to go trick or treating. It seemed like such a long time ago, she stopped when she was 10. After a while, trick or treating didn’t seem fun anymore for her. During holidays such as Halloween, Carolyn would mostly just stay up in her room or hand out candy if she’s in a better mood then usual. Not a lot of trick or treaters came to Collinwood during the holiday. They were often too scared to approach the eerie large manor that was separated from the other houses in town.
“Yeah, a lot of people around here do.” She told Vicki.
((Sorry I’ve been away so much, I’ve been busy with school. I’ll work on replies soon, thank you for being patient with me.))
Carolyn collapsed onto her bed in a huff. She had just left (Or rather been asked to leave) Another typical family dinner. It was always the same old routine in the Collinwood manor. Roger complains, Elizabeth glares, Barnabas says something stupid, Victoria pretends that it’s smart, Julia’s drunk, they insult Carolyn, Carolyn insults David, David insults back and she’s asked to leave. There were not many words to describe how crazy her family drove her. It was mostly because of David, that she felt she no longer belonged in this household. Before David’s mom died, Carolyn was used to always being her mothers first priority. But after the incident, David and his father Roger moved back into Collinwood. Since then, David claimed that he saw and talked to his mothers ghost which constantly worried the family. Carolyn’s mother brought in an alcoholic doctor to help David, but nothing seemed to be working.
“I hate him so much.” She grimaced as she turned on her record player. The song ‘Changes’ By David Bowie began blasting loudly in her room. Carolyn expected someone to come upstairs soon to yell at her to turn the music down. Probably because it was interfering with David’s therapy session. “He’s such a freak. I wish that someone would just take him away.” She said to herself. Carolyn rolled over on the bed to find a figure sitting on her window ledge.
Less and less mortals, it seemed, knew the correct words to rid them of unwanted children. Years, almost centuries ago, Jareth was swarmed with goblins of all shapes and sizes, all of them rather brainless and loyal. All of them having long forgotten their childish pasts quite literally.
But these numbers dwindled out as years carried on, and after the near collapsing of his labyrinth and city (he refused to believe it was still collapsing), and the Goblin King was becoming rather desperate to regain his following of dimwitted subjects. He needed something to rule. Something to control.It’d come to the point where he was listening to anyone, whether they said the right words or not, that wished to rid themselves of some child or brat or unwanted little cretin.
He’d followed the words ‘I wish that someone would just take him away’ blindly in the mortal realm, and found himself perched upon a window ledge in a fluttering of owl wings. Even before the occupant in the room could turn to look at him, he’d shifted from owl to exhausted King and slouched back against the frame, his fingers lacing together over one knee.“Oh, I can take him off your hands if you wish.” Jareth’s eyes scanned the room as he spoke rather abjectly and he found himself wrinkling his nose slightly at the chosen decor, but he bit his tongue and retorts back about it.
“David, the little freak, am I correct?” His eyes flashed dangerously to the girl then and a smirk curled the corners of his lips. “All you have to do is wish.”
Carolyn’s mouth fell open in shock. It couldn’t be, could it? She got up from her bed and turned the volume on her record player down, before walking over to the man in the window. “David Bowie? This is too cool.” She paused for a moment. “It has to be a dream. There’s no way you would come out to such a lame town like Collinsport.” Even though Alice Cooper came for the family’s happening, it was only because they had payed him a large amount of money. There was no way that Barnabas would pay a couple thousand dollars just to have David Bowie appear. Especially at her window.
“I imagined that you would look a bit less…weird, if I met you in real life.” She took in his appearance. The tight pants and freaky haircut were defiantly something she wasn’t expecting. Carolyn touched the man’s shoulder and was amazed when her hand didn’t go through. She expected herself to wake up by now. “I guess this isn’t a dream.” She muttered. “Wait, why do you want to take my freaky cousin away?”” Carolyn was jealous. She didn’t want one of her favorite rocks stars to take David away. David wasn’t even a fan of David Bowie. Maybe it was a name thing. “You should take me away, instead. This house is driving me to insanity.”
Ed continued to grin at her as he took a sip of his Shirley Temple that the waiter brought to him while he was talking to Carolyn. He understood how she was still young and wanting to be rebellious going to a hectic place like New York. She had her dreams and she wasn’t going to give them up and Ed liked that about her. It was great to find that drive in a young kid like herself. Ed’s head cocked to the side slightly when she mentioned the psycho’s that live in Collinsport, “What do you mean by psycho’s? Everyone here seems real friendly and normal.”
Carolyn rolled her eyes taking a sip from her milkshake. “You clearly haven’t been here long enough.” She frowned. To her, there seemed to be many strange residents in Collinsport. There was the crazy blonde chick who ran the opposing cannery to the Collins, her long lost Uncle who seemed to be a vampire and her loony cousin who wouldn’t stop talking about seeing his dead mother’s ghost. Not to mention, his new governess, Victoria Winters. Carolyn didn’t really mind her, she was the closest to normal in the family, despite the fact that she sees ghosts like David. Carolyn even had a peculiar flaw of her own, but there was no way that she was ready to mention it to Ed. Not even her family knew about it. “For starters, there’s this crazy blonde chick. She’s a real psycho. Then, I have this really weird Uncle who’s some kinda Dracula wannabe. My cousin sees ghosts and so does my governess. We also have a lot of hippies around this town who are drugged up, idiots.” She explained.
Ed’s face brightened at the mentioning of her strange family, “Dracula wannabe? Is your uncle Barnabas Collins? I’ve met him shortly a few months ago. He’s the one that allowed me to film here in Collinsport.. I’ve met your cousin briefly as well, but I think they are all pretty normal people… of course looking pass their wackiness, I like them. I know I’m an oddball myself, but maybe that’s why I enjoy your strange family.” He giggled slightly and began to shake his head, “The drugged up hippies I can live without though… especially when they ruin a scene by getting into the frame when carelessly wondering around the forrest I’m filming at.” He took a sip of his Shirley Temple shaking his head of the thought, “Do you have anything strange about you Carolyn? Having a strange family often leads to strange children. I know I turned out a bit wonky liking to dress in-…” Ed caught himself almost revealing his secret to a young girl. He forgot that she was still in her teens and her parents might have kept things like being gay or men dressing in woman’s clothing away from her. He cleared his throat running his hand through his hair grinning, “Well um….. things that are sometimes inappropriate in society’s eyes…” Ed sunk his head down sipping his Shirly Temple, hoping she didn’t catch his terrible cover up.
She groaned. Of course Barnabas would be lurking about, talking to strangers. Carolyn felt that if more people came into the town, then Collinsport would be larger. Then, there would be more things to do. She wondered if Collinsport could ever turn into a place as big and cool as New York City. The thought instantly erased from her mind because Carolyn deeply doubted it. As long as Barnabas kept greeting strangers once they came in, most people would scatter from his odd look and behavior. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s a real freak. So is my loony cousin.” She explained. Carolyn looked down at the wooden table and shook her head. “No. I’m the normal one in the family.” She lied. Carolyn knew that was not true. When she was younger, she was bit by a werewolf in her crib. But Carolyn wasn’t going to tell Ed that. Not even her parents knew. When Ed stopped mid sentence and decided not to tell Carolyn what he dressed in, she didn’t say a word. Carolyn knew that some secrets weren’t meant to be said.
Carolyn thought it was strange that the woman was so out of touch with such modern day technology. Everyone used record players and listened to records in Collinsport. When Mrs.Lovett brought up a harmonium, Carolyn was confused. “A harmonium? Never heard of those.” She had never expected America and England to be so different. Carolyn had assumed before that the country was as up to date as hers. She must have been mistaken. Carolyn wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay on this trip, if everyone around town seemed to be as baffled as Barnabas.
Carolyn didn’t know how a woman could believe that a record player was an instrument. She frowned, “It’s not an instrument, stupid.” Carolyn put the record back into her bag, puzzled.
She didn’t know what a harmonium was? England and America must be more different than she had thought. Lovett frowned, raising an eyebrow at the girl. ”You ‘aven’t?” she asked. ”They’re all over the place. Like an ‘arpsichord, sort of.” She knew harmoniums were quite popular, especially since she’d been able to get a hold of one. Always been her pleasure, music. She didn’t have a beautiful voice any more (she’d had something nice when she was younger), and she couldn’t say she was wonderful on the instrument, but it was a nice relaxer after a long day’s work.
Lovett’s brow narrowed. “Well what is it, then?” she asked snappily, putting her hands on her hips.
The girl shrugged. “Never heard of that, either.” She said, when Mrs.Lovett mention the harpsichord. Carolyn didn’t have the slightest idea what that meant. She assumed that she could always ask Barnabas, but Carolyn wasn’t really interested. As long as she had her records and record player, that was good enough for her. Music was her favorite thing about living, without it, she would be lost. “You put a record in a record player and it plays music.” She said slowly. Carolyn recalled having a similar conversation with Barnabas. “Can you play any music?” She asked.
Lovett shrugged. Carolyn seemed extremely out of touch with London society. She’d assumed everyone knew what a harpsichord was. She herself wasn’t very versed in music or anything that went along with it, and even she was familiar with these terms. Then again, she did read a lot in her younger days, and perhaps Carolyn wasn’t as fortunate. Not everyone could read, especially not the less fortunate. Still, even though Carolyn’s style of dress was extremely odd, she seemed fortunate enough to come from money. Surely her parents could read. Shaking her head, Eleanor looked back to the girl. ”Oh….” she said, still not quite understanding. Best leave it be. Her eyes flickered back to her, and she nodded. ”A little. I can play the ‘armonium a bit.”
Carolyn shrugged. “Can you play it now? You might get more customers.” She suggested to Mrs.Lovett. Carolyn wondered if this new instrument would be as cool as the electric guitar. The electric guitar was by far, Carolyn’s favorite instrument. Mostly because Carolyn’s favorite musician ‘Alice Cooper’ played it.Her crazy cousin David’s new governess (Victoria Winters) offered to give her lessons. Although Carolyn wished that Vicky could teach her to play the electric guitar, they both agreed on acoustic to begin with.
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“It’s cool with me, I’m so done with this movie.” The young girl shrugged. It was nice to have such a quiet night out from her family, even if the movie she was watching, sucked. Carolyn got up from her seat and walked up the aisle. Vicki was right, there was hardly any people here. Carolyn noticed, once she looked around at the empty theatre cushions. “Guess everyone else didn’t dig the movie, either.” She snickered, making her way out through the theatre doors.
Vicki couldn’t help but laugh as she followed Carolyn out of the theatre. “Who can blame them? It was terrible.”
She threw her trash in the bin by the doors and followed Carolyn out of the theatre doors. It was a nice evening out. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cold either. The ice cream shop she’d seen hadn’t been too far from her. She glanced over to Carolyn, smiling. “You up for a walk to the ice cream shop?”
Carolyn stepped outside. She was glad that it wasn’t a cold day in Collinsport. It was usually freezing during Fall. “Yeah.” She replied and began walking down the street. The leaves were crisp on the ground and there were pumpkins in the shop windows. Halloween was a holiday that most people celebrated in Collinsport. The Collins had many rumors of encountering witches and ghosts in the olden days, which made the town a bit more spooky to live in. Carolyn knew for a fact that those rumors were true. How else would she have become a werewolf? “Do you celebrate Halloween?” She asked Vicki.
((Is it just me or does Delia Deetz remind you of Kate Gosselin? Personality wise.))
((All of my replies are caught up:
- Mrs. Lovett
- Ed Wood
- Jareth
- Vicki
- Victoria Winters
- David ))
Carolyn collapsed onto her bed in a huff. She had just left (Or rather been asked to leave) Another typical family dinner. It was always the same old routine in the Collinwood manor. Roger complains, Elizabeth glares, Barnabas says something stupid, Victoria pretends that it’s smart, Julia’s drunk, they insult Carolyn, Carolyn insults David, David insults back and she’s asked to leave. There were not many words to describe how crazy her family drove her. It was mostly because of David, that she felt she no longer belonged in this household. Before David’s mom died, Carolyn was used to always being her mothers first priority. But after the incident, David and his father Roger moved back into Collinwood. Since then, David claimed that he saw and talked to his mothers ghost which constantly worried the family. Carolyn’s mother brought in an alcoholic doctor to help David, but nothing seemed to be working.
“I hate him so much.” She grimaced as she turned on her record player. The song ‘Changes’ By David Bowie began blasting loudly in her room. Carolyn expected someone to come upstairs soon to yell at her to turn the music down. Probably because it was interfering with David’s therapy session. “He’s such a freak. I wish that someone would just take him away.” She said to herself. Carolyn rolled over on the bed to find a figure sitting on her window ledge.
