<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, around midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anybody<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elais could not quite believe the he had had resulting in him spending the night in the legendary Halliwell manor. The day had started out normal enough with him getting a lead on his latest skip. Everything was going just fine until he got that skip cornered. Suddenly what he thought was just another low life criminal skipping out on bale threw a fricking fireball at him. A fireball, damn it. That meant the skip was magical and probably a demon, so there was no way he, in good conscience could the skip back in. Doing so risked not only the humans learning about the magic community, but that some of them would likely get hurt or killed. So vanquishing was the only real option, but that did not leave a body so he would never be able to get the payment he had been working to earn for the past several days. Things like that have happened before, but it got strange then. Victoria, the daughter of a detective Elias was familiar with, Daryl Morris Jr, happened along. She reacted in a very unusual way, well certainly not the way he would have expected. She stepped in and through the use of magic drove the demon off before he could even bring his energy ball into existence to fire back.<br/><br/>Then wonders never cease, Victoria became all protective and insisted that she get Elias to some place safe before the demon came back to get him. He could hardly believe it she was a witch that fought demons and thought he was an innocent, needing her protection. This got him curious not all witches actively fought demons, so instead of telling her he was not an innocent needing her protection he wanted to see what she had in mind. So his surprise and delight she took him to the Halliwell manor. She was not only the granddaughter of the famous Daryl Morris, but one of the original charmed ones too. She had Halliwell blood. When she lead him in he could hardly contain his excitement at being invited into the Halliwell Manor. Sure it looked very much like one would such an old and well cared for house to look, but this house was legend in the magical community. It was a piece of history. Despite his demonic blood, he had been raised as witch and believed in what the Charmed Ones had done. After spending some time down in the underworld he knew demons, evil could not be allowed win out over good. So he was thrilled to be stepping into this piece of history.<br/><br/>Elias knew he should tell Victoria the truth, but he just had to see the inside. Oh and if he could just get a look at the Book of Shadows, to see it with his own eyes, that would be truly spectacular. He would be more than happy to just see it from the other side of the room. It did not take long for him to completely forget about the frustration of loosing a payday. A woman he has admired and finds very attractive had not only turned out to be a witch, but a Halliwell as well, and brought him to the manor. Yeah, that made missing out on a paycheck more than worth it.<br/><br/>Elias had meant to tell Victoria the truth, but had hesitated to give him a chance to see more of the house and possibly meet more of her family. Then she got all busy trying to discover which demon they had faced and how to best vanquish it and he just kind of got shuffled into the scenery. He soon found himself being offered a place to sleep as the day drifted into a stormy night. How could he sleep though? One he's used to working well into the night, as that's when most criminals are more active. Two he was in the Halliwell manor. The house was mostly dark and quiet, but he was still awake and much too thrilled to be going to sleep anytime soon. He imagined that might fit in with them thinking him to be just an innocent. He could imagine that a powerless human might well be very frightened and to shocked to be able to sleep.<br/><br/>After tossing and turning for God only knows how long he realized that on top of everything else he was hungry. So rising from the couch he slipped back into the rig for his stunner, just out of habit and then threw his jean jacket on to cover it up. On bare feet he padded quietly into the kitchen to see if he could make himself a sandwich or something for a midnight snack.