Thom Hawkins
@thomashawkins.bsky.social
Longshoreman at Collinsport Fishing Fleet and Cannery • Dark Shadows •
“I thought I had family here for a bit, y’know.” His voice was husky and low. “No more stealin' or bother with the coppers. A regular job an' life, mate.” Thom avoided mentioning Collinwood just yet. The psychic will have his sweet time for a ghost tour. As for the vampire, it was too scary now. 2/2
February 17, 2025 at 10:52 PM
“I thought I had family here for a bit, y’know.” His voice was husky and low. “No more stealin' or bother with the coppers. A regular job an' life, mate.” Thom avoided mentioning Collinwood just yet. The psychic will have his sweet time for a ghost tour. As for the vampire, it was too scary now. 2/2
Grand, he thought.“Go on, tell us something I ain’t heard before, eh?” Thomas’s first reaction was to grab the glass and smash it into a thousand pieces, but he held back and even tried to speak clearly. Shaw seemed intent on helping him. He sat down again, pouting in the lampshade’s dim light. 1/2
February 17, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Grand, he thought.“Go on, tell us something I ain’t heard before, eh?” Thomas’s first reaction was to grab the glass and smash it into a thousand pieces, but he held back and even tried to speak clearly. Shaw seemed intent on helping him. He sat down again, pouting in the lampshade’s dim light. 1/2
Thom looked at Shaw and then at the ball, trying to peer into something himself, his mouth gaping, but saw only reflections of his distorted face. “What ya on about, mate? Is she cryin' for me? Is she sellin' me?” Thom’s voice was caught in his throat as he jerked Shaw’s arm. “Wheh’s it gone?” 2/2
February 12, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Thom looked at Shaw and then at the ball, trying to peer into something himself, his mouth gaping, but saw only reflections of his distorted face. “What ya on about, mate? Is she cryin' for me? Is she sellin' me?” Thom’s voice was caught in his throat as he jerked Shaw’s arm. “Wheh’s it gone?” 2/2
Thomas paced the small room and frowned as Shaw put aside the colourful pebbles to stare at a glass ball. The psychic’s voice sent shivers down his spine, but Thom couldn’t tell if it was what he said or the way the words came out of his mouth. Like it were somebody else’s. A creepy dummy, like. 1/2
February 12, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Thomas paced the small room and frowned as Shaw put aside the colourful pebbles to stare at a glass ball. The psychic’s voice sent shivers down his spine, but Thom couldn’t tell if it was what he said or the way the words came out of his mouth. Like it were somebody else’s. A creepy dummy, like. 1/2
His tough act hiding the desperate need to find out more about his past, even at the cost of buying into that psychic garbage. The two tall men stood face to face, the heat of their bodies adding to the tension. Wanting to know more, he asked, “Is this the right spot, la? Me family here?” 2/2
February 9, 2025 at 1:11 AM
His tough act hiding the desperate need to find out more about his past, even at the cost of buying into that psychic garbage. The two tall men stood face to face, the heat of their bodies adding to the tension. Wanting to know more, he asked, “Is this the right spot, la? Me family here?” 2/2
“I was 'ere before the kids' home, y'know.” Thom cut the explanation short. In a moment of weakness, he shared part of his past with Shaw in NYC. Now, he was letting him in to more of his secrets. Thom grabbed and put the coloured marbles in Shaw’s hand. “Tell us summat you know. Wot d'ya see?” 1/2
February 9, 2025 at 1:10 AM
“I was 'ere before the kids' home, y'know.” Thom cut the explanation short. In a moment of weakness, he shared part of his past with Shaw in NYC. Now, he was letting him in to more of his secrets. Thom grabbed and put the coloured marbles in Shaw’s hand. “Tell us summat you know. Wot d'ya see?” 1/2
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d pull a hoax together. Sebastian had ways that got him where Thomas’s couldn’t. All his hocus pocus was all the rage with rich bored gullable folks. Cornering the man, he smirked. “I was born here, ya know? Somebody scammed me. I want to know who. Get even.” 2/2
February 5, 2025 at 4:19 PM
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d pull a hoax together. Sebastian had ways that got him where Thomas’s couldn’t. All his hocus pocus was all the rage with rich bored gullable folks. Cornering the man, he smirked. “I was born here, ya know? Somebody scammed me. I want to know who. Get even.” 2/2
Thomas told Shaw to be quiet. He didn’t want that nosy Wells getting suspicious. “Too big of a coincidence, don’t ya think?” Standing face to face, he threatened him. “Can’t have you off the hook like that.” The risk of his cover being blown was far too high. “You work for me till you scram.” 1/2
February 5, 2025 at 4:19 PM
Thomas told Shaw to be quiet. He didn’t want that nosy Wells getting suspicious. “Too big of a coincidence, don’t ya think?” Standing face to face, he threatened him. “Can’t have you off the hook like that.” The risk of his cover being blown was far too high. “You work for me till you scram.” 1/2
Paranoia clouds Thomas’s mind. He certainly doesn’t believe in coincidences. Had he taken the trouble to think for a moment, he would have remembered that it was Shaw’s so-called psychic powers that put him on the trail. “Don’t you know everything?” he sneers, handling a bunch of Shaw’s magic rocks.
February 4, 2025 at 2:52 PM
Paranoia clouds Thomas’s mind. He certainly doesn’t believe in coincidences. Had he taken the trouble to think for a moment, he would have remembered that it was Shaw’s so-called psychic powers that put him on the trail. “Don’t you know everything?” he sneers, handling a bunch of Shaw’s magic rocks.
With only a lamp on shading his silhouette, Thomas is caught red-handed by the return of the self-styled astrologer. Thomas grins as he sits in the easy chair. “You predicted this visit?” he asked, reminiscing their past cons in New York. “What you doing here, Shaw? You followed me?” 2/2
January 31, 2025 at 7:31 PM
With only a lamp on shading his silhouette, Thomas is caught red-handed by the return of the self-styled astrologer. Thomas grins as he sits in the easy chair. “You predicted this visit?” he asked, reminiscing their past cons in New York. “What you doing here, Shaw? You followed me?” 2/2
With that sorted, Thom steadied himself against the wall. He waited for a minute for the throbbing to relax a little before continuing along. His eyes slowly lost focus as Chris disappeared at the end of the road. As Thom neared the inn, he spotted Shaw’s car. He was in for the night.
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January 6, 2025 at 9:27 PM
With that sorted, Thom steadied himself against the wall. He waited for a minute for the throbbing to relax a little before continuing along. His eyes slowly lost focus as Chris disappeared at the end of the road. As Thom neared the inn, he spotted Shaw’s car. He was in for the night.
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The man is already in a bad mood, and he doesn't need Thomas’s twisted imagination to make things worse. “You sure you're going to be fine,” he asks Chris, noticing the inn nearby and grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him on the spot. “Don’t want to find ya face down in an alley tomorrow.” 3/3
January 5, 2025 at 10:06 PM
The man is already in a bad mood, and he doesn't need Thomas’s twisted imagination to make things worse. “You sure you're going to be fine,” he asks Chris, noticing the inn nearby and grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him on the spot. “Don’t want to find ya face down in an alley tomorrow.” 3/3
Collinwood stands tall up on the cliff, partially covered by clouds, and Thomas can’t help but wonder about its ghosts and if they are anything like his personal demons. He wonders if they may have Carolyn locked up somewhere there, but pushes away such notions and doesn't tell Chris about it. 2/3
January 5, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Collinwood stands tall up on the cliff, partially covered by clouds, and Thomas can’t help but wonder about its ghosts and if they are anything like his personal demons. He wonders if they may have Carolyn locked up somewhere there, but pushes away such notions and doesn't tell Chris about it. 2/3
Thom follows Chris’s gaze to the moon, but the distraction of looking around causes him to miss the man’s noticeable change in mood. Raising the collar of his jacket, he sets off into the summer rain. The town is almost desert. Empty streets look particularly eerie at nighttime. 1/3
January 5, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Thom follows Chris’s gaze to the moon, but the distraction of looking around causes him to miss the man’s noticeable change in mood. Raising the collar of his jacket, he sets off into the summer rain. The town is almost desert. Empty streets look particularly eerie at nighttime. 1/3
Thom scratches the plaster on his neck and looks around for things that go bump into the night. “Oi, didn’t we have a car?” He’s okay walking to the inn, be he doesn't trust Chris going back to his cottage alone. “Good work we do tomorrow with no truck,” Thom snorts, looking lost on the curb. 3/3
January 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Thom scratches the plaster on his neck and looks around for things that go bump into the night. “Oi, didn’t we have a car?” He’s okay walking to the inn, be he doesn't trust Chris going back to his cottage alone. “Good work we do tomorrow with no truck,” Thom snorts, looking lost on the curb. 3/3
Once outside, they are assailed by the biting cold and the drizzle that hits them in the face like so many pins. A crescent moon in the dark sky. He breathes in the freshness of the ocean. Collinsport is not a safe place at night in particular, and Thom has no idea how close he is to the danger. 2/3
January 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Once outside, they are assailed by the biting cold and the drizzle that hits them in the face like so many pins. A crescent moon in the dark sky. He breathes in the freshness of the ocean. Collinsport is not a safe place at night in particular, and Thom has no idea how close he is to the danger. 2/3
He could kiss Chris, and he’d be none the wiser sobering up, but he’s not the warm body he’ll spend the night with. Overcoming the awkwardness of the mushy words that Thomas attributes to how much they have drunk, he helps Chris up, and they leave the pub after paying under Bob’s watchful eye. 1/3
January 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
He could kiss Chris, and he’d be none the wiser sobering up, but he’s not the warm body he’ll spend the night with. Overcoming the awkwardness of the mushy words that Thomas attributes to how much they have drunk, he helps Chris up, and they leave the pub after paying under Bob’s watchful eye. 1/3
With a surge of affection that Thom doesn't even know where it comes from, he tries to comfort Chris. “Whatever happens, I'm sure you'll be around for the kid. Your kid.” His words have the taste of a wish. Something he dreamt when he were a wee little rascal—to feel wanted. “Can yer stand?” 3/3
January 3, 2025 at 5:13 PM
With a surge of affection that Thom doesn't even know where it comes from, he tries to comfort Chris. “Whatever happens, I'm sure you'll be around for the kid. Your kid.” His words have the taste of a wish. Something he dreamt when he were a wee little rascal—to feel wanted. “Can yer stand?” 3/3
His cheek is bruised, but it only throbs when he smiles, and that’s not something he does often. Thomas can’t help but think of what the broad back at the House would think of him coming to work with a black eye. That makes his face sting because he did smile at the thought. The idiot. 2/3
January 3, 2025 at 5:13 PM
His cheek is bruised, but it only throbs when he smiles, and that’s not something he does often. Thomas can’t help but think of what the broad back at the House would think of him coming to work with a black eye. That makes his face sting because he did smile at the thought. The idiot. 2/3
“Forget about it!” Thom’s immediate response, having lost count of how many glasses he had downed, slurs on his tongue. He rests the side of his head on his knuckles and looks at Chris pouring his feelings. “If only all parents were like you,” he finds himself saying. More than he intended to. 1/3
January 3, 2025 at 5:13 PM
“Forget about it!” Thom’s immediate response, having lost count of how many glasses he had downed, slurs on his tongue. He rests the side of his head on his knuckles and looks at Chris pouring his feelings. “If only all parents were like you,” he finds himself saying. More than he intended to. 1/3
He senses that something bad must have happened, but pushing for Chris to open up will get the opposite effect. In that respect, they are alike. “You really shown that Loomis, eh?” he adds in a cheerful change of subject. Then, winches at the bruised face he got trying to tear Chris from Will. 3/3
January 1, 2025 at 11:36 PM
He senses that something bad must have happened, but pushing for Chris to open up will get the opposite effect. In that respect, they are alike. “You really shown that Loomis, eh?” he adds in a cheerful change of subject. Then, winches at the bruised face he got trying to tear Chris from Will. 3/3
Somehow, coming to Collinsport feels like he’s allowed to rest. Though how much of it is the sleep of the dead or the dream home, he cannot tell. He’s succumbed to the darkness, and there’s nowt in his young life that is of worth. He’s lost in his own thoughts, missing parts of the conversation. 2/3
January 1, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Somehow, coming to Collinsport feels like he’s allowed to rest. Though how much of it is the sleep of the dead or the dream home, he cannot tell. He’s succumbed to the darkness, and there’s nowt in his young life that is of worth. He’s lost in his own thoughts, missing parts of the conversation. 2/3
Thomas can’t even imagine what it would feel like. That sense of belonging is completely foreign to him. Abandoned to himself and tossed from one foster family to another, he has always been the cause of problems to them and has never bonded with anyone in his constant anger and resentment. 1/3
January 1, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Thomas can’t even imagine what it would feel like. That sense of belonging is completely foreign to him. Abandoned to himself and tossed from one foster family to another, he has always been the cause of problems to them and has never bonded with anyone in his constant anger and resentment. 1/3
Let's not take hasty decisions, mate.
January 1, 2025 at 8:06 PM
Let's not take hasty decisions, mate.