Charmed: Redux - San Francisco
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				Title: <strong>Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 08:23:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Charmed: Redux</span><br>San Francisco</span></div><hr><br>San Francisco may not be a large city, when it comes to miles, but it is a busy one.&nbsp; Along with being busy, and picturesque, it's also an epicenter of magical activity.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 08:11:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jaid Samantha Black</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Fretting</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lwbpk62wGD1r89ob8o1_500-1.jpg)</div>A low tinkling sound, and the bright blue light that showed briefly from the cracks in the bathroom door went unnoticed by the patrons of Lou's Diner, a ratty little establishment that sat on the corner down the street from P3.&nbsp; No one paid attention to the tall blond that walked out of the previously empty room, even when she slumped down into an empty booth, her elbows resting heavily on the reflective surface of the table.&nbsp; Something was bothering her, and it was only slightly caused by the sense of panic that was rippling through the Elder's ranks.&nbsp; <br><br>For quiet sometime, the number of witches being corrupted to the side of Evil had been increasing, and today, one of her charges became a casualty to that war.&nbsp; A slight numbing fear, and disappointment filled her, and the frown on her face increased, causing her face to darken broodingly.&nbsp; The girl, a small delicate boned witch had just come into her powers, and Jaid had been excited to be assigned to her; since she loved children.&nbsp; But she hadn't even gotten the chance to reveal her true identity yet, before she felt the taut connection to the girl snap, and disappear.&nbsp; She had immediately orbed up to the Elders, and had spent what felt like an eternity listening to them talk among themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>As an older waitress approached and took her order, her thoughts turned to her other charges, which lead her to thinking about one of her newer assignments, a trio of sisters born from one of the Charmed Ones.&nbsp; So far all she had done was a bit of surveillance, and she had hardly even talked to any of them, pretending to be a regular waitress at P3.&nbsp; But what with everything going on, she felt a terrible dread in her gut, telling her that she wouldn't get as much time blending into the background as she'd like.<br><br>If she were to be honest with herself, she was a bit intimidated.&nbsp; The Charmed Ones were famous figures of great good, and she had spent a great deal of time listening to the whitelighter gossips retelling tales of their adventures in the past.&nbsp; She knew she'd do a good job, but with this latest failure, her courage was flagging quiet a bit.<br><br>As soon as her coffee arrived, she busied herself with staring into it, as if to divine the future from it's murky depths.&nbsp; Finally, as it's temperature turned an unappealing lukewarm, she pushed the cup away, and quickly paid, before stepping out into the busy, construction filled street.&nbsp; She walked the short distance to the club, and when she disappeared through the back entrance, she pondered her next move towards winning her charges trust. <br><br><hr><br>On the other side of town, the bright glare of police lights, along with the occasional blast of a siren filled the night.&nbsp; A partition had been set up, and the bright yellow caution tape barely kept the small crowd, that had already showed up, from pushing their way onto a crime scene.&nbsp; As police prowled the scene, photographers snapped shots of the odd scorch marks on the alley's walls, and someone managed to cover the dead body that laid lifelessly in a dark puddle of dirty water.&nbsp; From a distance, officer schmitt looked on, a solemn look on his face, and a determined gleam in his eyes.<br><br>The victim was so young, and to have died so violently made an old weariness creep into his bones.&nbsp; This wasn't the first dead kid he had seen, but it was troubling him that such a scene was becoming such a regular occurrence.&nbsp; He scratched negligently at the short stubble on top of his head, and glanced at the marks that marred the walls around him.&nbsp; Whatever had happened here, it hadn't been pretty, and he would bet that some sort of fire arm had been used.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Glancing down at his watch, he pursed his lips in thought, and wondered, for what felt like the hundredth time, when the lead in this investigation would show up so they could get started on finding out exactly what had happened here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>18-12-2011, 11:23:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector Arriving on Crime Scene, Introduction Post</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div> <br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The music playing in her five year old electric Nissan Leaf wasn't much of a damper on the current case she'd been assigned to.&nbsp; Time and time again she'd been told by her Captain:</span> <br><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">'Its just a bunch of homeless and street walker kids, murdered.&nbsp; Stop looking for shadows where there aren't any, Jack'.</span></span></em></div>&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">That was just the trouble.&nbsp; She didn't need to look for the shadows to find them - they were already there.&nbsp; The most recent victim was a fourteen year old kid, and she suspected she knew the one it was.&nbsp; There had been this boy, named Kevin that had been picked up four times in the last month for various reasons.<br><br>These kids were always tossed right back into the system either from failed foster parents that didn't want them, or worse.&nbsp; She could already feel the edges of a headache creeping up, and she of all people couldn't afford to be frustrated and with frayed temper.&nbsp; It was easy to find the spot.&nbsp; All one had to do was drive nearly to one of the worst parts of San Francisco - not too far from the pockets in the TL that had resisted further gentrification over the last forty years - to find a crowd of people barely restrained by the yellow tape declaring a crime scene active - presuming the traffic was passable, which it often wasn't, these days.&nbsp; At least she could say she did her part in not increasing her carbon footprint on the earth with her vehicle.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack slid out of her car black car with a frown, the pounding of her head getting more intense by the second.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"This is not even my day, damn it."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Truth was, before these murders started, she'd been scheduled for vacation time.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So much for surfing in Hawai'i."</em> <br><br>She'd muttered the words under her breath as she headed toward the alleyway with her customary long stride - perfected with the need of walking with men that were taller and bigger than she was.&nbsp; It was that or fall behind after all.&nbsp; Her lean and slender form was attired in a simple white shell and black jacket, with skinny jeans to match her low heeled, black leather boots.&nbsp; Jade and silver rings adorned her ears, and matching bracelet was on her right wrist.&nbsp; With a flashing of her badge to the officers and at least one lingering Inspector trying to get the story out of residents that would never spill a bean, she worked her way with ease through the crowd and under the tape, thereafter rubbing her temples.<br><br>She'd known as soon as she crossed the tape and moved into the alleyway that it would be that damned kid.&nbsp; Why couldn't they just keep their noses clean and stay out of trouble?&nbsp; She twisted her longish, messy black hair back up into a chignon that was already falling back in her face.&nbsp; Must look at least half way professional, right?&nbsp; So far, she'd been able to do her job without suspicion of dealing with the cases that brushed upon the supernatural; nothing wrong with taking out a thug here and there that would worm his way out of the system anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack noticed Officer Schmidt right away, yet what held her attention was not him, suddenly, nor the other people - but instead it was the strange scorch marks on the walls of the nasty alley they all were crammed into.&nbsp; The techies had just finished their job - leaving little for the body to be soon carted off by the Medical Examiner on call.&nbsp; The boy was young, his hair longish and dark, somewhat matted.&nbsp; Not much a surprise, there either, and she'd expected as well to see the long slitting of his throat that was completed in a nearly ritual fashion - which would have killed him in likely less than a minute, perhaps two if the body fell the wrong way.&nbsp; The faint smudge of a marking on the back of his neck was just barely apparent to Jack, and she knew precisely what that would be.&nbsp; More news she couldn't share.&nbsp; The likelihood that these killings were more and more connected to magic was something she couldn't shake, but what was she to tell the Captain?</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Oh, by the way, some demon, or warlock is running about killing kids ...'</em></span></div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Rolling her shoulders, Jacqueline stopped not far from Officer Schmidt's right shoulder, and spoke softly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Another homeless kid, I take it?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She tucked her hands in her pockets and tipped back her head, dark eyes taking in further details of the scene.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Looks like this one had his throat slit, and it was a quiet, quick and professional job, like the others ... but I am thinking that the cutting of the throat was done after what ever made these markings."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Inspector Blakesley had to look up to see her fellow co-worker, as he rubbed a hand over his neatly shorn hair, but that was a normal thing.&nbsp; Even with her heeled boots, Jack was still pretty short, and relatively harmless looking for a detective.<br><br>The fact that she was a witch at the least was not part of the equation ... for the moment.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You'll probably find that he was a street walker, maybe down on his luck."</em> <br><br>Jack had spoken quietly with a faint shrug, very matter of fact.&nbsp; She knew better than most that shit happened and one just had to muddle through it. Luck was still important to her, even if she was only half Chinese, she'd not ever forgotten her mother's lessons about spirits.&nbsp; Strange part was that she'd not seen a single one with any part of this investigation so far, and that alone had her twitchy.&nbsp; Lightly, she ran her fingers along the scar tissue on the left side of her jaw, only really visible if one looked for it.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 01:51:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Don’t mind the cops in monkey suits</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>Austin had only just clicked “send” on his phone when he got the call of police presence needed at the site of a homicide. He managed to get in a quick “l8r” in a follow-up text to Tray. Austin’s closest friend would understand, their conversations had been interrupted in the past. <br><br>Austin Crawford was a uniformed cop. It’s the most associated vision of a police officer – responding to an emergency and asserting authority. Sometimes they were called in to provide crowd control which appeared to be the current request. Nothing major and probably boring. Pulling out from the curb, Austin flipped on the lights and began to race through the city.<br><br>Minutes later he found himself at a relatively quiet crime scene. Austin stepped out the squad car, his uniform tightening around his chest and biceps as he closed the door behind him. Of course, the scene was a fairly dark alleyway that stank like trash and who knows what else. Murder scenes were so rarely in bright sunny parks with people mulling about.<br><br>Brute show of force. That seemed to be the assignment. Austin recognized a cop from a nearby precinct already on the scene and nodded to him. “Stiff?” He asked as his eyes shifted back out the alley to monitor the scene. So far there wasn’t much of a crowd.<br><br>“Yeah, another kid.” He responded with his finger sweeping across his neck. Austin nodded slightly. <br><br>Austin shook his head. “I hope we get this guy.” It was horrific. The meticulous nature of the deaths – the ritual behind it. Austin was all too familiar with the scene. He had experience many of them during his time in the Underworld.<br><br>Austin was part of a hidden world that lived in parallel to the mortal realm. It consisted of good and evil. He was the product of evil, but fought daily to live contrary. Austin started his life in a middle-class working family with parents Jake and Annie. He led an idyllic life, excelling in sports and leading an active social life.<br><br>All of this changed on his 15th birthday when, returning home from school, he found his mother dead. It was an apparent homicide and all clues pointed to his father as the murderer. Austin then learned that his father ‘Jake’ was actually ‘Amartes,’ a high level demon. With the shock of his mother’s death and the news of his ancestry and supernatural world, Austin snapped. The power that emanated from him coursed through his flesh and destroyed his home and all evidence of the death.<br><br>Amartes took his grieving son, now in his demonic form of Agares, to the Underworld. For five years Austin learned the ways of demons and honed his powers. All was in the name of revenge for his mother’s death. At 20, Austin abandoned the demonic world, paying off a seer to cloak him from the Underworld, and entered the mortal world once again. Austin entered the police academy and took courses at a nearby school. That’s where he met his best…or perhaps only…friend Tray. Tray wasn’t like most of the guys he knew and it was good for Austin to break out from his typical crowd and experience others. Austin felt instinctively protective of Tray for some unknown reason. It seemed to give Austin additional purpose to his existence. <br><br>Back at the scene, Austin watched a jogger move past the alley and take no notice to the police presence. Austin merely sighed. The mortal world was clueless and he would work to ensure it stayed that way while avenging his mother’s death.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 07:09:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just One Sip of Mystery</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Jacqueline</span></span></div> <br><br>Officer Schmitt Felt a presence near by him, before he had to turn to look.&nbsp; When the familiar voice of Inspector Blakesley revealed itself, he decided that turning was unnecessary, and he continued to look over the crime scene, nodding along with the Inspectors question about the status of the deceased.<br><br>The assertions she gave after that, had his eyes narrowing in on the scorch marks, his mind trying, unsuccessfully to make the same connections.<br><br>"How can you be sure of that?&nbsp; I've never seen scorch marks like this, well at least not exactly like this."&nbsp; He didn't say anything about her guess that the victim would be a streetwalker, it would probably surprise him more if the kid wasn't.<br><br>He thought of his own little brother, who was probably a year or two younger than this poor kid, and he thanked god that he had the parents he had; people who raised him and his brother well, and who had given him, and now his brother a safe place to live.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just a Hint of Something Abnormal</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Austin</span></span></div><br>The area the crime scene was located in was a rather dirty place, puddles of ambiguous looking liquid covered the ground, and pieces of trash littered the ground carelessly, whipping around as the wind blew by.&nbsp; A ripped up piece of paper that had previously been plastered against the side of a dumpster broke free, and blew through the air.&nbsp; It played about the bodies of cops, and even the Inspector Blakesley, before finally coming to a sudden stop against the toe of Officer Crawfords left shoe.&nbsp; The piece of paper was a bit soggy, discolored, and was ripped in a haphazard way; but the name Charlie was clearly written in black ink, along with the time 8:05 am right below it.&nbsp; The letters and numbers were hand written, and the hand writing itself was nothing really special to talk about.&nbsp; What was different, was the slight burn mark on one corner of scrap of paper, clearly identifying it as something that should be bagged up and taken to the precinct.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em></em></span></span></div><br>Meanwhile, on the other side of town, someone shimmered into a darkened room.&nbsp; A dark figure of a tall man, with broad shoulders, and a neck thick enough to rival a normal sized womans thighs was revealed.&nbsp; The figure moved, and than finally a click resounded through the room, and a table side lamp was illuminated, revealing the intimidating man, and the room itself to the artificial light.&nbsp; <br><br>The room looked like any other office, maybe a bit more bare, with only a few side tables, a bookshelf, a chair for guests, and a rather large dark stained oak desk with it's accommodating cushy chair behind it, turned so it's occupant was facing the wall behind it.&nbsp; The dark colors of the furniture, combined with the low light from the lamp, created twisting shadows that stretched and melted into each other, creating the very picture of creepy.<br><br>The thick necked man sighed, and&nbsp; moved over to the empty chair, his eyes staring straight ahead, and over the silhouette of the man in the chair, so he could look out over the city scape revealed through a large glass window.&nbsp; A movement from the lounging figure caught the larger mans attention, and his eyes swiveled to attention.&nbsp; A negligent hand raised, and played over the leather arm of the chair, before dropping back down again.&nbsp; It was a full minute before the shadowed man spoke.<br><br>"The files on the desk, make sure you give the Witch all the relevant details, and nothing more."&nbsp; Although this wasn't the first time such a meeting was being organized, and it wasn't the first time the thick necked man had heard this warning, he didn't say anything about it.<br><br>"I know I've said this before, but this cannot be connected to us, it's not yet time for us to step into the spotlight."&nbsp; When the voice stopped talking, the thick necked man rose, and bowed.&nbsp; A low, "Yes my Lord," was said, before he gathered up the folder and shimmered out from the room.&nbsp; Leaving the seated man alone, once again.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>An Opportune meeting</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Bianca</span></span></div><br>It was only moments after the clandestine meeting across town finished, when the large man shimmered into view outside Lou's Diner.&nbsp; He shrugged into his coat, his shoulders sagging, and the lines around his face deepening, adding an extra layer of wear to his face.&nbsp; As he moved into the small establishment and took the designated seat in the back of the place.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd be meeting up with a Phoenix Witch, someone with a reputation of getting her jobs done professionally, fast, and most importantly, quietly.&nbsp; The fact that she had a well known connection to one of the Halliwell's added a bit of flavor to the situation.&nbsp; But he was confident that things were still underwrap.&nbsp; When they finally came out into the open, it would be too late for the connections to be made, and he'd have a chuckle over it when he was by himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 22:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm204/JadenMystic/Bianca7-1.png)</div>&nbsp; <div align="center"><strong>Biannca--At Lou's Diner<br>Tag--"Him" for a job....</strong></div><br><br>Biannca entered into the restaurant with an air of nonchalance. She knew what she was there for. She was being hired to kill another creature.... She was good at what she did. She was quick, and most of the time, her victims didn't feel a thing. The only problem was, some of the demons that were starting to hire the Phoenix, was&nbsp; trying to use her to find out more about the Halliwells... Being engaged to Piper's middle child, Chris, was getting around in the Underworld, and it was making things a bit more difficult to do her job. She was just a tiny bit grateful that Chris was out of town so she could do her job.<br><br>"You wanted to see me again? Who is it this time, and what did they do? Is there a bounty on his head, and will I have to worry about anyone coming after me like the last person you had me kill? I wasn't too happy about that, Dracon...Didn't take too long to dispose of him tho, but I don't want anymore surprises. Understand me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 23:17:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector at Crime Scene</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Jacqueline rarely smiled, but when she did, it had often been called breathtaking ... in a positive way, of course.&nbsp; Which was precisely what the Inspector did at Officer Schmitt's question.&nbsp; Taking three steps forward, she turned so that she could actually look the man in the eyes - at which moment Jack spotted Officer Crawford a distance off, and the bit of paper that had blown against his shoe.&nbsp; She couldn't make out what it was, but considering that it was in the alley, she hoped he'd get on some gloves and bag it before it blew away.<br><br><em>"I am fairly well acquainted with fire, and its aftermath, firstly.&nbsp; Second, there is no spattering that implies that the victims' ... heart was still beating when ... this occurred."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Her words had broken off when she stepped closer, brows furrowing as she tugged out a pair of synthetic gloves and put them on.&nbsp; The case that had gotten her Inspector rank had been an arson case with a suspect responsible for deaths all over the country.&nbsp; She'd been the lead in that investigation - one that had been thankfully entirely mortal means and ways.&nbsp; Jack scoffed to herself.&nbsp; Humans were honestly more cruel to each other at times that demons ever could manage.&nbsp; Sometimes good witches were so damned naive.&nbsp; Getting close and squatting, she peered intently at the body of the kid, looking for further clues - and one in particular that she'd not shared in her reports.&nbsp; Her fingers moved near the nape of the neck, and of course ... there it was.&nbsp; That damned omega mark.<br><br>Her headache just intensified, seeing the shocked, open eyes of the dead kid that she couldn't close as that was tampering with evidence.&nbsp; Turning, she peered at the walls, and the scorch marks upon them.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Targeting street walkers makes the crime supposedly less of import, which is ... telling in its manner." </em> <br><br>It confirmed more and more that these killings were the work of a demon - or someone with magic.&nbsp; The residual hint in the air was very faint - yet there was no way for her to be sure whether it was from the killer, or the kid.&nbsp; She had two options as she saw it.&nbsp; Find another witch, to deal with this - or go to her father.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You'll want to take samples of these scorch marks on the walls if that hasn't been done already."</em> <br><br>Jack had spoken sharply to one of the techs, whom nodded and got to work.&nbsp; Striding back to Schmitt, Jack tilted her head to the left and counted to ten in her head as she addressed the quiet man.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Can you tell me who called this in and who was first on scene?"</em><br><br>Tension had set into her shoulders, making patience that much harder to come by.&nbsp; Her thin fingers pressed hard to her temples as she waited for a reply.&nbsp; She really just felt like punching someone really hard.&nbsp; Talking to her father was always so damned complicated.&nbsp; She hated dealing with demons, even if they claimed to be reformed.&nbsp; It told her one thing.&nbsp; She needed to take a trip to Chinatown to speak to Sam Huang, an acupuncturist and dealer in Chinese herbs - among other things being her mother's uncle.&nbsp; Meditation wasn't working this time, and her body seemed to burn through even hospital grade pain killers.&nbsp; The last thing she needed now was a bounty hunter sensing her growing power, thinking they were again going to cart her off for their own uses.<br><br>Jack prided herself on using magic strictly for magical issues - and until she knew more here, she had to keep that part of her life separate from her job - as had been her rule, always.&nbsp; Mortal methods for mortals.</span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 02:57:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Finding Interesting Evidence</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulled out his vibrating cell phone and looked at the message. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aight, ttylz, P3, 10-ish<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>P3 was a club that belonged to Tray’s family. It was a pretty hopping place and typically had a good crowd. With the connection, Austin always got in and had a good time with Tray. Smiling for a moment, Austin shoved the phone back into his pocket. He was about to take a step to the sidewalk to get a better view of the surrounding area when a piece of paper plastered itself to his boot.<br><br>Austin was about to kick out to dislodge the trash, but paused for a moment. The police officer clearly could make out “Charlie” and “8:05 am” on it. It also appeared to have the markings that could be consistent with the victim.<br><br>“You got some gloves?” Austin asked a tech that was heading out to the crime scene van. The response was a pair of latex gloves lobbed at him. Austin pulled one on and bent down, carefully grabbing the sheet of paper.<br><br>“Got something?” The other uniformed officer asked.<br><br>“Don’t know, I guess it’s for the suits to decipher.” Austin replied with a shrug. He held the paper gently in his fingers so as to not damage it further, but tight enough so it would not get away. “Be right back.” He muttered.<br><br>Walking into the alley further he found what seemed to be an investigative team. It was never anything to which he aspired. Austin preferred the action of the field, the authority. He thought that investigating tended to be more monotonous and boring. It had its place, but it wasn’t his cup of team.<br><br>“Ah-hmmm…” Austin cleared his throat to gain attention. “I…uh…found this. Thought it might be important.” He held out his gloved hand with the slip of paper in it. He also got his first look at the body. It looked all too familiar. Austin swallowed hard and his jaw clenched.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 18:48:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just One Sip of Mystery</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Jacqueline</span></span></div> <br><br>The eyes of Officer Schmitt swiveled from the crime scene to the Inspector, and he had to keep himself from rolling his eyes.&nbsp; He'd been on the force long enough to know how they operated, and just because this one was hot enough to get him imagining her without so much clothes on, didn't mean he was going to let her charm him while he was on the clock.&nbsp; The all too male part of him did appreciate her appealing good looks though.<br><br>He nodded along as she spoke about the victims heart, and her experience with fire.&nbsp; Those were reasonable assertions, and he wasn't going to argue against them.&nbsp; He watched as she moved closer to the body, and finally found something to contribute when she mentioned that this crime scene was just a little too contrived to be random; he had had the same conclusion during the first minute he had shown up on the scene.<br><br>"<strong>I see a lot of senseless and random murders on the beat, but you're right about this one, it feels too convenient, and when you combine with how many kids are being found murdered lately, I'd put money that this one is somehow connected to those as well.</strong>"&nbsp; His voice trailed off, as he stepped closer to the body, a moment after the Inspector moved away to talk to a techi.&nbsp; Her next question caught his attention again.<br><br>"<strong>I was the first on the scene.&nbsp; This is my usual beat, and I was driving by when I spotted something suspicious in the alley.&nbsp; Turns out a homeless man was looking for the kids wallet, although he didn't have one on him, and there isn't one on the body either.&nbsp; My guess is that the body had already been picked over, or he never had one on him in the first place, which wouldn't be such a stretch.&nbsp; The man trying to pick his pockets is in the police car over there.</strong>"&nbsp; He pointed in the direction of the street, where the outline of a scruffy head through the windows of a black and white could be seen.&nbsp; "<strong>And I've been here since than.</strong><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just a Hint of Something Abnormal</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Austin</span></span></div><br>The bespectacled face of a detective looked up from a piece of evidence he was examining, and squinted at the officer in front of him.&nbsp; His eyes swept over the mans face, following his gaze over to the body, and back up to the officer.&nbsp; Internally, he sighed, recognizing the look in the mans face.&nbsp; While most cops, except for the rookies, were used to these scenes, sometimes they would catch an officer by surprise, and they'd get that same shocked look.&nbsp; His eyes swept back down to the scrap of paper held in the mans hands, and he pulled off his gloves, stowing them in his left jacket pocket, before pulling out a fresh pair from his right pocket.&nbsp; With the new pair securely on, he held out his hand, the look in his eyes naturally impatient.<br><br>"<strong>I'd suggest not looking at it, if it bothers you so much.</strong>"&nbsp; His eyes remained glued to the man, and he could see a 'Cha' on the paper, his mind was already jumping ahead to what the implications of such a paper may be.<br><br>Before Officer Crawford could speak, the sounds of banging and yelling could be found coming from the street.&nbsp; The homeless man who had been handcuffed and sitting in the squad car had suddenly turned violent, and he was banging his head against any surface he could get in contact with.&nbsp; The words, "<strong>He came from thin air!</strong> being repeated over and over again.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>An Opportune meeting</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Bianca</span></span></div><br>The larger man snorted internally to himself, dealing with witches, even the Phoenix was a chore in and of itself, and one he didn't particularly find amusing.&nbsp; His face didn't show any hint of what he was feeling though, and his eyes finally raised from the cup he was stirring, up to the witch again.&nbsp; She was pretty though, and her talents more than made up for her witch heritage.&nbsp; A stray thought entered his mind, and he felt himself agreeing, this was much better than going on recruitment duty; at least here, he didn't have to pretend to care about the little whelps.<br><br>"<strong>That last bounty was unfortunate, but there's always a risk of danger in a job, right?&nbsp; This one is a bit different.&nbsp; He's the father of one of the bastards who attacked my daughter.&nbsp; He's some sort of big shot, has a security detail and everything.&nbsp; You'll find all the information I was able to gather in the file.&nbsp; But once you take him out of the picture, you won't have to worry about anyone coming after you, the mans an ass hole, not many people would be willing to avenge his untimely death.</strong>"&nbsp; After he had finished talking, his hand reached into his jacket and pulled out a moderately sized file, he stared at it for a moment before sliding it towards the witch.<br><br>Although the file wasn't as big as one would expect, since it carried (almost) a lifetimes worth of information, but it was comprehensive, and well put together.&nbsp; On the first page, the usual information could be found, as well as a clear photo paper clipped onto the sheet.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Richard Merriweather Price<br><strong>DOB:</strong> August 19, 1965<br><strong>Profession:</strong> Importer/Exporter<br><strong>Address':</strong> 1485 Steiner St, Pacific Heights, CA 94115<br><strong>Marital Status:</strong> Married to one Dorlene Francis Pacer<br><strong>Offspring:</strong> Has two children, one 15 year old girl named Tracy, and a 24 year old boy named Seth.<br><strong>Hobbies:</strong> Tennis, Golf, Collector of Wine, and sleeping around.<br><strong>Short Bio:</strong> Born to a moderately middle class family in the San Franando valley, he made good by graduating from college, and worked his way up through a fairly successfull Import/Export business,&nbsp; Through a variety of shady dealings, he's been able to make a profit on the backs of criminals, Sweat shop workers in poor, underdeveloped countries, and the drug business.<br><strong>Schedule:</strong> (The best time to strike would be in the parking complex after he get's off work.)<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>8:45 am</td><td>Wakes up</td></tr><tr><td>9:45 am</td><td>Leaves for work</td></tr><tr><td>11:05 am</td><td>Grabs coffee at Constance's Cafe - Located outside his work.</td></tr><tr><td>3:00 Pm</td><td>Eats at Poet's Diner - Approximately four blocks away from work.</td></tr><tr><td>4:15 Pm</td><td>Returns to work.</td></tr><tr><td>7:00 Pm</td><td>Departs for home.</td></tr><tr><td>7:10 PM</td><td>Leaves parking garage.</td></tr><tr><td>8:10 Pm</td><td>Arrives Home</td></tr></tbody></table><br>The rest of the folder was filled with miscellaneous information concerning his day to day activities, and the variety of people who routinely made an appearance in his life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 17:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm204/JadenMystic/Bianca7-1.png)</div>&nbsp; <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Biannca--At Lou's Diner<br>Tag--"Him" for a job....</span></strong></div><br><br><br><br>Bianca looked thru the file at the information he had given her. The man was probably too arfaid to give her an actual name because of her connections to teh Halliwell line, but she didn't care. She was there to do her job. "He got starated having kids late in his life...Why kill a man who is 66 years old? He won't live too much longer if you let nature take its course. The kill makes no sence to me....Other than the fact that he's&nbsp; the father to one of the bastards that attacked your daughter. Wouldn't it make more sense to go after the child that attacked your daughter instead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 18:29:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector at Crime Scene</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Officer Schmitt and a deranged homeless man in her sights.&nbsp; Goody, goody.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Though Jack busied herself with briefly taking a thorough look about the alley - and taking even a few notes scrawled with rapidly written Chinese on a notepad tugged from her the left pocket of her slacks - she heard everything that Officer Schmitt said.&nbsp; The consideration that he was first on scene was important, as well as the fact that he'd connected - even tentatively - this crime to her other cases.&nbsp; The Captain would be not only be irate that there was another case that was not at all simple - but that she was involved in it.&nbsp; She uttered an oath under her breath in Mandarin.&nbsp; The whole thing was just irritating beyond end - and placed her in a position in which ... she had no interest in being.<br><br>Yet, the fact that the man that had been here with Schmitt initially - was a note for the good.&nbsp; She nodded briskly at Schmitt, the friendly manner once again buried by business.&nbsp; <em>Fair enough</em>, she thought.&nbsp; <em>If he'd rather not be given credit for his work, I can manage that. </em><br><br><em>"I should speak to him.&nbsp; Thank you very much, Officer.&nbsp; I suspect once things calm down here you can head back to file your own report."</em><br><br>It was a quick few steps toward the police car holding the shadowy man that she couldn't - without using those additional senses - quite make out.&nbsp; She needed to talk to him, badly.&nbsp; Last she knew, that sign on the back of the neck of the kids was bad news.&nbsp; So bad, that she really didn't want to be involved in it.&nbsp; Things were more and more panning out toward a direction she had less interest in travelling by the second.&nbsp; Yet - her Uncle was prone to saying things happened for a reason - and that the lives of innocents were most important ... actually, everything he said just sort of made sense.<br><br>It was when Jacqueline stepped off the curb and started to walk toward the squad car - and past Officer Crawford - that the homeless man in the vehicle began bouncing around like a damned firecracker and yelling at the top of his lungs by the look of the strain she could make out on the man's face.&nbsp; Her brows furrowed as she quickened her stride, moving to approach the car.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What the ... hells bells!&nbsp; Get him to calm down.&nbsp; The last thing we need is a falsified charge of police brutality!"</em><br><br>Jack had all but snarled under her breath as she continued toward crossing the street toward the squad car.&nbsp; Her head was still pounding, and she'd hardly slept at all in the past day or so.&nbsp; She'd seen those kinds of tricks and was actually expecting it, that - or an attempt to break out of the car by attempting to garner some sort of attention.&nbsp; Witch or demon?&nbsp; Which door of opportunity would it be?&nbsp; Regardless, she knew at least one would have a price she didn't feel like paying.&nbsp; The temptation to simply incinerate whom ever had caused all this mess was rising by the second.&nbsp; She needed to get a hold on her anger. </span>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 15:53:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Escorting the crazies<br>Tagging Crazy Man</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288]http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288[/url])</div>After handing off the interesting piece of paper to the detective, Austin was reminded of the paperwork. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but without a junior partner he had very little choice. He’d often imagined a rookie assigned to him who could use some practice with writing and filing reports. Thankfully, this report would be a simple one. Crowd control. Found piece of paper.<br><br>“Uh, yeah, not sure what kind of sicko could do this kind of thing…” Austin’s voice quieted.<br><br>Then his attention shifted.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Before Officer Crawford could speak, the sounds of banging and yelling could be found coming from the street.&nbsp; The homeless man who had been handcuffed and sitting in the squad car had suddenly turned violent, and he was banging his head against any surface he could get in contact with.&nbsp; The words, "He came from thin air! being repeated over and over again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Raving lunatics were uncommon in San Francisco. Homeless that were nuts…er…severely and persistently mentally ill…at least that’s what the diversity trainer said they needed to be called…were relatively common. This guy was neither.<br><br>“Oh shit.” Austin said, moving quickly to help subdue the passenger. Without intervention the guy would likely hurt himself. In a few strides Austin was at the squad car’s side. “He’s gonna knock himself out if we don’t subdue him.” He opened the door and leapt into the back. “Sir, calm down.” Austin’s authoritarian voice boomed in the back of the car as one hand wrapped around the witness’ neck and the other the back of his head. The stranger’s face was pushed against the seat cushion, tilted sideways so he could still breath easily. In mere seconds the cop had the guy pinned to the back of the seat.<br><br>“Now if you calm down, we can talk. I’ll take your statement. Get you something to eat, maybe?” Austin’s voice was still authoritative, but not so loud. If the guy was crazy it would be difficult to get through to him. If he was drunk or high, time would help calm him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 19:25:48</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/2356/26511828.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Prudence Johnna "PJ" Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone, Wyatt</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The creak of an old but very comfy office chair was heard coming from a room in the back of the club. Seated behind a laptop an attractive brunette sat seemingly engrossed in what was on the glowing screen before her. Pushing a pair of glasses up on her nose a bit she squinted some and sighed. Prudence, or P.J. as she preferred it, had been sitting in that same spot for the past four hours. The scrolling of the mouse over the screen had shown just how many pages of emails she had answered.&nbsp; Sometimes her job was more demanding than expected but she still loved it, even if Jinni told her she worked too much. <br><br>Jinni&nbsp; was PJ's best friend and had been since her Aunt Piper had passed away. They met in a coffee shop when PJ spilled her drink all over the lovely brunette woman's cashmere coat. They exchanged numbers in order for her to pay to get it cleaned, at PJ's insistence of course and soon after they were having coffee daily and soon dinners and shopping outings. It was almost as though the heavens had brought them together. At the very least there was some sort of force at work. <br><br>Finally through most of the work for the magazine, she started looking over emails for the club. There had been orders placed for supplies and entertainment bookings to keep up with. P.J. didn't typically do a lot of the inventory, depending on Wyatt to turn in all the forms so she could get all the bookkeeping work done.&nbsp; With a raised slender shaped brow, she stared down at the email before she started to vigorously look through the papers that were neatly stacked up on the desk next to the computer. <br><br><strong>"What on earth.... Wyatt! Geezus.... "</strong><br><br>She pushed back her chocolate colored locks and blew out an air of frustration. Where was he? Finally the Halliwell female looked to the clock and went a little wide eyed. The time had slipped away from her and she had once again forgotten to eat and do much else other than work. The blinking of her cell phone alerted her to no less than twenty text messages and she slipped up from her seat grabbing up the electronic device to scroll through the list until she saw a silly looking face of her eldest cousin, Wyatt. Pressing the text message button she moved her fingers over the keys with precision and speed.<br><br><em> What is up with this inventory list!? </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 05:31:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just One Sip of Abnormality</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Jacqueline and Austin</span></span></div> <br><br>The homeless man inside the squad car had panicked.&nbsp; Things just weren't making sense, his emotions had skyrocketed, and voices inside his head kept muttering terrible things about destroying himself.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't crazy, he was just down on his luck, and had found the body just laying there.&nbsp; The boy didn't need his wallet, he was dead, so what could it have hurt to just lift it?&nbsp; And than...well than it appeared out of the air, and had touched him and his brain had been burning ever since.&nbsp; Something under his skin moved, and his hands were bound, making it impossible for him to feel along his skin.&nbsp; And although there really wasn't anything on him, his mind kept telling him that there was.<br><br>And than it got worse, and his blood pressure shot up, his vision went blurry, and all he could think about was killing whatever it was that was crawling under his skin.&nbsp; So he did the only thing his fevered mind could think of, and started thrashing about, banging his head against the seat, against the partition in front of him, anywhere he could touch.&nbsp; And than he was screaming, but whatever he was saying didn't make sense to him, and his eyes went wild.<br><br>He heard voices yelling, a female distinctive above the rest, and then the door was being yanked open, and a body pinned him still.&nbsp; His eyes rolled towards the other man, the words he spoke unintelligible to him.<br><br>"<strong>It burns!</strong>"&nbsp; His voice was low, and a moment later his body slumped, and his pulse stopped.&nbsp; His sightless eyes still stared at the officer on top of him, a lingering confusion and fear still there, but disappearing in moments.<br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>An Opportune meeting</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Bianca</span></span></div><br>The large man, who may or may not have be a Demon refrained from raising an eyebrow, and instead covered his annoyance by rubbing his face with his hands.&nbsp; His piercing gaze locked onto the Phoenix witch, and he let out a heavy sigh.&nbsp; Working with Witches were never straight forward, he shouldn't have forgotten that.<br><br>"<strong>I want him dead, his son will get what's coming to him, but his kin must pay for his sin as well.&nbsp; I'll pay you, and the information I gave you should be more than enough for you.&nbsp; If not, well than I can always find someone else to take the job.</strong>"&nbsp; He didn't really want to go to the trouble of finding someone else.&nbsp; For one, it wouldn't be as fun, but he would, since this job was bigger than what little fun he could get out of hiring someone so closely connected to the Halliwell's.&nbsp; <br><br>He dropped his hands onto the table, the heavy thud of impact not making a very large dent in the loud room.&nbsp; And he stood, one of his hands coming to rest on top of the file.<br><br>"<strong>Tell me now if you don't want the job, and I'll disappear and wont bother you again.</strong>"&nbsp; It was a lie, if she turned down this job, he'd come back for her when their missions were all completed, and he could go back to doing what he did best, torturing poor unsuspecting witches.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvwgmhwKEl1r2c7ulo1_500-6.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jaid Samantha Black</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">These Boots are Made for Walking</span><br>Tagging: Prudance, anyone</span></span></div> <br><br><br>Although the night was still early, there was a steady stream of people coming in and out of P3, and Jaid, who was twenty minutes into her shift, already had her hands full.&nbsp; As the music blasted in the background, and she delivered drinks to the patrons, she spotted a waiter heading towards the back of the club, a tray laden with food and a drink she couldn't make out from her position.&nbsp; Glancing around, she deciding that this was an opportunity she wasn't about to let pass, and stalked forward, the hard heels of her boots clicking against the floor of the club.&nbsp; As she neared the waiter, her empty tray dropped to her front, and she grasped the edges, as she talked in low hushing tones with the man. <br><br>"<strong>Hey Andy, is that tray for the boss?"</strong>&nbsp; It only took her a few moments to talk the man into letting her deliver the food, weaving a convincing lie about needing to talk to one of their bosses about taking a day off.&nbsp; As they exchanged tray's, she gave the other waiter a bright smile, she usually reserved for the patrons, and sauntered her boot clad feet into the back room.&nbsp; <br><br>Conscious of the Halliwell's preference for privacy, she knocked, before slipping into the room.&nbsp; The first thing she spotted was the familiar dark headed figure of her eldest Halliwell charge, prudance, and her smile brightened considerably.&nbsp; She needed them to get used to her, and what better way to do that, than befriend one of them.<br><br>"<strong>I'm sorry for interrupting you, but I have some snacks from the kitchen for you.</strong>"&nbsp; She set the tray down gently, and moved the items onto the table, before leaning back to get a better look at her "boss."<br><br>Prudance had the unmistakable dark hair that a lot of the Halliwell's inherited, and the looks as well, this she could admire.&nbsp; She liked to think that all her charges were good looking, although truth be told she never actually consciously thought about it.&nbsp; But Prudance was, and she found those thoughts lingering in her mind as her eyes took in the scene before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 15:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm204/JadenMystic/Bianca7-1.png)</div>&nbsp; <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Biannca--At Lou's Diner<br>Tag--"Him" for a job....</span></strong></div><br><br><br><br>Bianca looked up at the man. " Of course I want the job, damn it. How much is the payout and how soon does it need to be done? Tonight?" She was fairly certain she could get it done tonight if she skipped the family meal she was already late for... She picked up the folder and shook his hand. " I'll contact you once it is done so I can get my money. Double if you want both the father and son killed tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 18:01:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/2356/26511828.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Prudence Johnna "PJ" Halliwell<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Witch/Cupid<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> P3<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jaid, Wyatt</span><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Staring at her phone waiting on a reply she glanced up to see Jaid standing there. Tucking back a dark lock behind one ear she gave the female a smile of thanks. Prudence remembered when they hired the girl but hadn't really had a chance to speak with her. It was one of those few things that she prided herself on. Knowing the staff and talking with them all on a first name basis, that is. Just recently it seemed the column in the magazine had picked up more emails in the past couple weeks than in the past three months. PJ tried hard to answer them all and almost never missed a single one in doing so.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Jaid. That was very thoughtful of you. How are things out there this evening? Starting to liven up a bit yet?"</strong><br><br>It was just then, that her cousin texted her back and she glanced at the message. Giving a bit of a sigh, she shook her head and replied back.<br><br><em>Why do we have 400 cases of maraschino cherries ordered? And you could orb me some food over later, right now Jaid has just brought me a snack.</em><br><br>Glancing back up to the blonde female she gave her a smile and settled back into her chair again.<br><br><strong>"Sorry. That was Wyatt.. business stuff and family dinner, always something yanno? So... you liking it here at P3 so far?"</strong><br><br>She gave her a smile and nibbled a little at something small from the plate she brought in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 15:12:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector at Crime Scene</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Officer Crawford and a deranged homeless man in her sights.&nbsp; Goody, goody.'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It was somewhat startling how the homeless man seemed to be trying to either get out of the car, or just away from Officer Crawford.&nbsp; The wild look in his eyes seemed to be corroborated with hint of magic in the air around the poor man - to which it took nearly all the will power Jacqueline had not to respond to that, than the craziness of this entire moment.&nbsp; She'd hardly needed really to assist as it seemed that Crawford had the situation in hand until the man really started to thrash.&nbsp; Jack placed her hand on the homeless mans shoulder, also trying to get him to calm.<br><br><em>"Listen to him ..."</em> she started to say, until the man rambled on about something burning, at which she turned her lips down into a brief frown.&nbsp; There was no possible way to get the homeless man out of here - to -really- question him, she figured, and maintaining her cover as a mortal was very important to her.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was any kind of exposure at all - part of her job was to a degree of making strange cases disappear - so she knew quite a bit more about the activity in past years of demonic and witches' assistance in the city than most police would even dream of.<br><br><em>"What burns, mister?&nbsp; Can you tell us?&nbsp; Perhaps ... as the Officer said, a nice meal would be of some help.&nbsp; I give you my word you're in no trouble.&nbsp; I'm Inspector Blakesley; you can call me Jack, and this is&nbsp; ... Crawford, if I remember rightly."</em>&nbsp; Her dark gaze settled on Crawford as she flicked a lock of straight black hair out of her face.&nbsp; For a moment, she felt as though she'd give her right arm for even the ability to soothe the poor man.&nbsp; <br><br>Having been raised by her uncle Sam in her teenage years she knew a good deal of the stories in the city of those 'charmed witches' and their offspring.&nbsp; The idea that the relative quiet that had fallen over the world as a result of the death of so much evil would lift ... was alarming, and to Jack, meant one thing.&nbsp; That soon enough, whether she wanted or no, she'd run across her father - one of the few demons that had not run afoul of the witches in San Francisco.<br><br><em>"I honestly see no need to really hold this man - except as a witness - attempted theft of the deceased's wallet aside ..."</em>&nbsp; Yet, her words trailed off as the man went still, the eyes unblinking.&nbsp; Jack snatched her hand away, and took a deep breath.&nbsp; Their only somewhat witness had just expired right there.&nbsp; While she was familiar with death, it was not something one expected to see - and she watched with wide eyes as the spirit pulled away from the body - and seemed to fade - she could sense an angel of death near - yet could not see it.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"... Unexpected ..."</em> she murmured, and looked at Officer Crawford, somewhat stunned as to what had just occurred, and frustrated.&nbsp; She'd felt the homeless man expire.&nbsp; This was so very much not her evening.&nbsp; <em>"He was the only witness, and I do not know what he meant ... by burning."</em>&nbsp; Inspector Blakesley shifted her petite frame out of the police car, and leaned against the side of the car behind the door.&nbsp; This investigation was becoming more screwed up by the moment, and her Captain would likely flip a lid if she even so much as hinted at this situation being unexplainable by natural means.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising a hand, she started to flag down the medical examiner - whom had yet to take care of the first body.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 20:38:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I swear I didn’t do it…<br>Tagging Crazy Man</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>It all happened rather fast. One minute Austin was subduing an erratic homeless man in the back of the squad car, the next he was looking at the man’s lifeless body. Austin could tell he was dead, but went through the motions of attempting to revive him. “Shit!” Austin cursed under his breath as he flipped the homeless guy onto his back. The cop interlaced his fingers and pushed on the chest before him.<br><br>The last words echoed loudly in Austin’s mind. “It burns!” <br><br>As Austin continued his chest compressions his mind attempted to put all the pieces together. It seemed a bit too unnatural. Austin swallowed hard as his breathing became more labored working on the dead man. There was no hope. He noticed one of the detectives motion for the medical examiner. “Don’t you fucking die.” Austin cursed. He thought of Tray momentarily. Austin tried not to curse too much around Tray, he was getting better at it but they still slipped occasionally. It’s not that Tray was overly sensitive or needed to be shielded, but Austin attempted to be a better person around his friend.<br><br>Austin shook off the mind wandering and focused again. The homeless man must have seen something. Something that could easily be dismissed as insanity or inebriation. Austin wouldn’t dismiss it so easily. He knew about the other world and what was possible.<br><br>The medical examiner approached the squad car and Austin stopped doing compressions. He carefully removed himself from the back to led the ME in for further examination. “Dead.” It was a simple word. They didn’t really need confirmation of death, perhaps the medical examiner was just speaking to himself…or the corpse.<br><br>“It burns.” Austin repeated. “Those were his final words, ma’am.” Austin reached into the medical kit and pulled out some wipes to wash his hands. “Might have been liquor or drugs. X, Meth…there’s a whole list of drugs that cause someone to heat up.” He shrugged, hiding his true throughts.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 19:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127043.msg5628543#msg5628543">Quote from: JadenMystic on 23-12-2011, 17:01:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm204/JadenMystic/Bianca7-1.png)</div>&nbsp; <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Biannca--At Lou's Diner<br>Tag--"Him" for a job....</span></strong></div><br><br><br><br>Bianca looked thru the file at the information he had given her. The man was probably too arfaid to give her an actual name because of her connections to teh Halliwell line, but she didn't care. She was there to do her job. "He got starated having kids late in his life...Why kill a man who is 66 years old? He won't live too much longer if you let nature take its course. The kill makes no sence to me....Other than the fact that he's&nbsp; the father to one of the bastards that attacked your daughter. Wouldn't it make more sense to go after the child that attacked your daughter instead?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Bianca walked out with the file. Once she made it to the alley she shimmered to the man's office. In her mind she already knew how to kill the man. She wanted both bounties. She searched thru the man's belongings in his office to find out the son's schedule finding the sports schedule on his calendar. She then shimmered into the man's car, snapping his neck, before shimmering out of the car to find the son....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 02:54:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <div style="text-align: justify;">Angel didn't often find the time for excursions like this. If he wasn't grading papers or badgering the principle for better equipment in the school gym, he was usually exercising, repairing the held-together-by-shoestrings-and-bubblegum house he inherited after his father's death, or getting sleep so he could do it all again the next day. Not that he was complaining. Well, maybe he'd complain about the part where his dad was gone, but other than that he loved his life.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Still from time to time it was nice to find himself with the luxury of time and energy to go out and do...well, this. He idly wondered if his clubbing days were behind him. He then promptly wondered just when the hell he'd ever had clubbing days. He spent so much time surrounded by hormone-driven teenagers he breifly wondered if he'd remember how to act around adult women. His concern was apparently unfounded. Looking around P3 he had trouble finding many adult women. Technically legal women were in abundance and that's certainly not without it's charms...but adults? Few and far between, at least at first glance. <br><br>Undaunted he strode in. He wasn't about to start second guessing himself. He heard good things about this club, and that was good enough. He'd let a few shots of tequila blur the lines between Technically Legal and Adult, and then let the rest sort itself out from there. <br><br>Drink and Dance...and maybe something he'd feel a little guilty about in the morning if things played out just right. He'd earned it and tonight he was going to get it. He headed off toward the bar to order his drink and enjoy his night.</div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 05:45:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: JasmineUPC;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rhiannon.Jinnifer.Middleton</strong><br>....just call me Jinni....</span> </span><br><span style="font-family: eurostile;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br>The day had been uneventful and Jinni hoped the night would prove a bit more fruitful. She headed out, dressed in a nice black top that buttoned down the front and tucked into a dark denim. A silver buckled black belt looped through the waistband of the black lace hemmed skirt. She wore a pair of black stilettos and nude colored stockings. her long ebony locks were left flowing freely around her shoulders and down her back. <br><br>Hopefully PJ would help liven up the night or at least prove to be some decent company. Jinni got into her two door ford focus and headed down to the club. It wasn't as busy as she had first thought but it would pick up soon enough, it always did.&nbsp; After parking and locking up the vehicle she headed in, past the bouncers giving them a smile as they acknowledged her and let her pass. It helped to be best friends with one of the owners and there was a rare night that Jin didn't go into the club to see her over worked friend.<br><br>Moving past a few patrons and avoiding a collision with a waiter she spotted a new face amongst the crowd. There was something about him though, that dark handsome exterior just calling out to be poked at. She smirked a little internally and sauntered over toward the bar. She moved past him making sure to brush against him as she did. A quiet apology was given to him in the form of an "excuse me" and then she shifted around to lean against the bar.<br><br>The barkeep looked up and gave her a big smile.<br><br><strong>"Hey Jinni.. hows it going? Can I get you the usual?"</strong><br><br>She nodded to him and glanced toward the back room's door before looking back to the man pouring her drink for her. <br><br><strong>"Yeah.. that works for me. Its going pretty slow lately. PJ been seen at all his evening?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Nope. Jaid went back to give her some food not long ago though."</strong><br><br>Pushing the drink over to Jinni he smiled again and then looked onward to the next customer who approached. Jinni picked up the sour apple colored drink and took a sip. She sat there for a bit longer and contemplated going into the back room or just texting her and telling her she was there. Maybe she Wyatt would show up too. That made her smile a bit just thinking of the eldest Halliwell cousin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 06:26:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name</strong>: Angel<br><strong>Location</strong>: P3<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Jinni, Any</div><br><br>He turned to glance at the dark haired woman as she crushed him, and made no effort to hide his smile or his interest. It always struck him as a bit silly, how men tried so hard to act like they weren't interested in a woman when more often than not the one thing a woman wants most is to know that she inspires...interest. <br><br>That said, there's certainly a difference between interest and lechery or desperation. His smile was subtle, and though he let his gaze linger for a second or two...long enough to be noticed...he turned his attention to the bartender. "Tequila, straight. &nbsp;"<br><br>He spoke with a faint hint of an accent that was rather easy to miss actually. But it registered on the subconcious of most people who heard him, and hinted ever so subtly of some exotic far away place. <br><br>He glanced sideways toward Jinni as he leaned forward upon the bar, his arms lazily crossing over one another as he took a casual and comfortable position. If he realized that standing like this also made his bangs fall loosely over his eyes...giving him an added air of dark mystery that many seemed to enjoy on him...he gave no indication of it. <br><br>"Forgive me...Jinni, yes? I could not help but overhear. It seems a bit rude for me to stand here knowing your name without sharing mine. I am Angel. And you...you are fun to look at. " He said the last part with a bit of a chuckle. As his Tequila came back to him he turned, bracing his back against the bar now but kept his eyes upon her as he raised his glass in a short breif salute toward her before throwing a strong shot back and taking in a breath of cool air to soothe the fire in his mouth as it washed across his tongue and down his throat. <br><br>That was damn good Tequila. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 10:15:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Just One Sip of Abnormality</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Jacqueline and Austin</span></span></div> <br><br>As the dark haired, and rather short medical examiner picked his way through the growing crowd of press, officers, and random spectators, he couldn't help but feel disgusted at how many people thought crime scene watching was entertaining.&nbsp; He shrugged off his dislike, and shouldered his bag, making sure to draw as little attention to himself as possible as he neared the body.&nbsp; His first impressions upon inspecting the body, was that it was a normal murder.&nbsp; But there was a jagged quality to the cut on the victims throat that had him leaning in closer.&nbsp; His opinion was confirmed when he spotted large jagged edges to the cut on the victims neck, an unusual pattern that spoke of a larger unwieldy blade, rather than a pocket knife, or even a kitchen knife.&nbsp; He muttered something under his breath and made a note of it in his recorder.&nbsp; <br><br>It was only the fact that an officer was tapping him on his shoulder that got his attention, and even than, it was obvious that he had been trying to get his attention for quiet some time.&nbsp; A quick word, and his attention was turned towards the large group of officers surrounding one of the squad cars.&nbsp; Pocketing his recorder, and picking his carrier back up, he moved over to the crowd, wondering what the chances of having a second body come up at the same crime scene with so little time between them.&nbsp; <br><br>He took in the scene in front of him and immediately nodded to himself.&nbsp; <strong>"Dead"</strong>.&nbsp; The mention of drugs had him humming to himself.&nbsp; Sure, it was possible that the dead man in front of him had died of an overdose, but it was unlikely, given the state the body was in.&nbsp; He moved forward to examine the body, and it only took him five minutes to come up for air, a frown creasing his forehead.&nbsp; He looked over at the detectives standing nearby, and took out his recorder to take notes as they spoke.<br><br><strong>"While the victim appears to have had a number of health issues, extreme dehydration being among them, The only odd thing about the body can be found on the back of the mans head, behind his hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;There's a dime sized puncture wound and It looks quiet fresh, and shallow in nature, but surprisingly there's no blood around the wound at all.&nbsp; I'll of course be investigate this during the autopsy, but we can be sure that the wound has something to do with the victims death."</strong>&nbsp; He rose out of the way of the photographers, so they could finish with their job, and stood off to the side for a while.<br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>An Opportune meeting</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging: Bianca</span></span></div><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvwgmhwKEl1r2c7ulo1_500-6.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jaid Samantha Black</em></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">These Boots are Made for Walking</span><br>Tagging: Prudance, anyone</span></span></div> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 11:06:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Connor James Andrews</div><div align="center">Location SanFrancisco Airport inbound to San Francisco</div><div align="center">tag None yet</div><br><br>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/JD3.jpg)<br><br><br><div align="center"> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Welcome back Connor </span></div><br><br>The passport control officer looked at the passport and then the man in front of him,&nbsp; information flashed on his console in moments , his eyes scanned the information with a practiced eye, while there were no alerts against the mans name you could never be sure, just three days earlier an illegal had been arrested because the core info in the database didn't match the person standing in front of one his fellow officers.<br><br>Another glance at the man and passport ...a Brit. The customs officer didn't have much time for people from the otherside of the Atlantic but the Brits were different, they'd stood by his nations side time and time again and that counted.<br><br>"Welcome to America Mr Andrews" he said finally the smile practiced as his eyes already looked to the person.<br><br>Connor Andrews smiled and moved on his way without further ado, while the risks were minimal he had no wish to be remembered by any individual at the airport , the 'system ' would remember him of course but only what the system needed to know. For all their technology the Yanks didn't know everything ...allies or not. <br><br>He'd been amongst the last to checkup at Heathrow and more often then not that meant his bags would be amongst the first to be sent out to be greeted by the increasing multitude hoping the airlines hadn't lost their luggage(this time) he quickly had two bags on an airport trolley and was on his way ignoring the looks of those who had many minutes ahead of them waiting for bags that never seemed to appear early enough.<br><br>The service at Avis was quick the longest part of the process completing the insurance forms , the pretty redhead gave him a quick once over as she handed the car keys and his copy of several forms, she seemed about to say something when an overweight middle aged man started banging his hand against the counter demanding service...redhead's smile remained in place but now seemed forced as she turned to her new customer.<br><br>Less than a hour after landing he was driving out of the airport heading north. Heading home to his mum , to the Halliwells...to Melly he shook his head sadly , she'd been the one he'd always known that even before they had become boyfriend/girlfriend ,but now? The damage seemed beyond repair ,mostly his own fault of course leaving without at least saying goodbye in hindsight had been a massive mistake, the Halliwells deserved better than that ...Melly deserved better "If only you hadn't believed the bullshit story you were told" Connor said bitterly to himself.<br><br>Connor turned into a large mall car park off El Camino Real it was half full and Connor managed to get a parking spot not too far from Starbucks, he wasn't a big coffee drinker , like his parents he preferred tea but after a long flight he decided to go with the pick me up . Sipping his drink he made his way along the mall confidently towards a Sprint Store and purchased a prepaid phone then walked a few stores to a USPS and walked down a row of large security deposit boxes opening box number 1205, inside was a sports bag which he picked up , then locked the box again and walked to his car.<br><br>In the shadow of Bay Bridge he made a call , to his mum at her work, it was a short call mainly because she just happened to be busy , the spare house key was in the same place it had always been and he was of course welcome to let himself in, she had the good grace not to mention Melly but Connor knew she wanted to and he knew what she would say.<br><br>His mum had never given up hope that Melly would one day be her daughter in law and he knew Melinda was still close to his mum but Connor was all but certain that particular train had left the station without him.<br><br>It took another fifteen minutes to reach Prescott Drive he slowed as he passed the Halliwell Manor then drove on a few more houses to his parents...no, mum's house he thought sadly suddenly feeling for the first time in years the loss of his father they had been close, his father spent much of his free time supporting his son playing football (soccer) for the schools he'd attended , and every Sunday during summer his father would drive him half way across the city to play cricket with a number of ex pats...now Phillip Roger Andews was no more.<br><br>Connor opened the door and shook his head it was exactly as he had left it from the double bed to the posters of various bands and Manchester United players which dominated the walls he walked to the mirror set above the dresser, he'd stuck dozens of photos around the border of the mirror...mostly of him and Melly in happier times but his parents featured in several as well as group photos with all the Halliwell cousins...they'd been his friends, for a moment he was tempted to tear the photo's off the mirror but instead he placed the sports bag on his bed and unzipped it. Inside the lastest version of the iphone , Connor tapped in a security code a face ,name and address appeared Connor studying the face and then tapped several keys the face changed completely revealing information about his first assignment.<br><br>&nbsp;"Nasty bugger" Connor said silently as he read the profile.<br><br>Later he removed the weapons from the bag and began to clean them he'd have it all done before his mother got home, she'd understood or at least accepted a lot since he'd joined the British Army , but she wouldn't accept what he did for a living now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 22:44:43</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: JasmineUPC;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rhiannon.Jinnifer.Middleton</strong><br>....just call me Jinni....</span> </span><br><span style="font-family: eurostile;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tagged: Angel</strong></span></span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3270/jinni2.jpg)</div><br><br>Jin had noticed him there watching her now and again. She couldn't help but smile inwardly to herself.&nbsp; She knew that most men found her attractive and even a few women. It was part and parcel in what she had to live with everyday, as <em> terrible </em> as it may be. An internal chuckle followed her train of thought and then she looked back toward the man next to her now. He was very delicious in that dark sort of way. The way he was looking at her, and the way she could look at him, it was almost a sure thing that she could have gotten him to go home with her that night. It could be a night neither of them would forget, however she knew it would be meaningless and not worth the heartache that might follow. <br><br>There was a nudging feeling inside her as she sat there looking at the dark haired man. He had a familiar feel to him. Something she'd experienced before. It wasn't exactly the mystery of him but that was intriguing, but more of something deeper. She gave him a brilliant smile and chuckled a little at his playful words. She was fun to look at apparently. Grinning a bit Jin couldn't help but watch as he saluted her with his drink and she did the same with her own.<br><br><strong>"A pleasure, Angel.&nbsp; So are you a dark angel, fallen beyond repair, or a light angel, here to rescue me from despair?"</strong><br><br>The flirting was easy and came naturally to her, however empty it could be or not. She swirled her drink around in the martini glass and then looked to the barkeep to refill his drink for him. Which was done without question and then he went about his job filling glasses and passing drinks to the waiters. Jinni turned on her barstool and recrossed her legs, now facing Angel.<br><br><strong>"So, what brings you to P3? Just looking to unwind? or are you meeting someone here?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 02:14:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, Anyone<br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.theboys.cn/simg/underwear/E/Eduardo-Verastegui/EduardoVerastegui49.jpg)</div> He smiled and leaned his head back staring at the ceiling contemplatively "I used to like to think of myself as a 'warrior angel' but the only thing I fight nowadays is juvenile delinquency and illiteracy. &nbsp;" he paused as if to muse a few more seconds, then smiled a bit more broadly and added " Now that I think about it, those just might be the hardest things I ever had to fight in my life. Especially that first one. Cheats like a sunuvabitch..."<br><br>He looked back to her, staring into her eyes. "I don't actually get to do..." he gestured to P3 itself around him "...this...very often. I thought i'd get away from hormone-driven teenagers for a change and try spending my evening surrounded by alcohol-driven adults. Surprisingly, the difference isn't nearly as big as I expected.<br><br>He was indeed enjoying himself. Drink, atmosphere, grownup company...he hadn't realized just how much he'd missed this. Company to share his bed with tonight would certainly be a pleasant bonus, but if the rest of the evening gave him nothing more than a chance to enjoy drink, conversation, and playful flirting with a charming woman he'd consider it an evening well spent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 04:23:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">Connor Seaforth</div><div align="center">His mother's home a few doors away from Halliwell Manor</div><div align="center">Tag none </div>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/JD3.jpg)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Conversation with Chinese food</span></strong></div><br>Kate Andrews parked her car behind what could only be her son's rental car ,it had been seven years since she had seen her only child and now that their reunion was imminent she was suddenly a bundle of nerves. The quick on-line conversations they had had over the last few years could never replace face to face contact. Getting out of the car she picked up the Chinese food she had purchased on her way home form work, it wasn't that there was no food at home, in fact her pantry was well stoked as always, it was just that tonight cooking was the last thing she wanted to do.<br><br>Kate watched her son use chopsticks to expertly pick up food and deposit into his mouth , it was a skill she'd never bother to learn, now that he was in front of her and not looking into some screen thousands of miles away he looked old somehow, what had those eyes seen she wondered.<br><br>&nbsp;She knew some of what he had done, he been involved in that nasty Falklands War, her own father had been in the Royal Marines and saw combat in the first war with Argentina way back in 82 , just a few years before she had been born , so now that her son had been involved in the second war seemed to be life mocking her, particularly when her own illness had occurred at the same time...even now doctors still didn't have an answer as to what had caused all the energy in her body to seemingly flee from her.<br><br>&nbsp;Then there was the time not 6 months ago when Prince Phillip and Princess Margaret (children of King William) were taken hostage in St James Palace by home grown terrorists the BRP , she hated politics and had lost touch with politics back home but she knew the BRP were a radical offshot of the parties calling for an end to Monarchy. <br><br>Connor had insisted he'd had nothing to do with the rescue of the royal siblings but as she watched the Television , with Melly, as the SAS went in, she knew,&nbsp; just knew which one of the men covered head to toe in black had been her son, it was the longest five minutes of her life.<br><br>"Are you going to visit your fathers grave" she asked suddenly<br><br>Connor looked up a piece of chicken just about to be eaten seemed to balance in the chopsticks "Yeah going tomorrow morning"<br><br>"And Melly" Kate asked quickly "I didn't like not being able to tell her you were coming back " her tone a little hard , when Connor had called a month earlier to say he was leaving the Regiment she'd been surprised considering all that he had sacrificed to be a part of it , he'd then asked her not to tell the Halliwell's and as much as that went against her nature and as highly as she regarded the Halliwell children , Melly in particular, she had acceded to her sons request and not informed them that her son was coming back to San Fransisco.<br><br>"I know it was hard for you mum, considering the way, I left I think its best if I have as little contact with the Halliwells as possible&nbsp; I doubt if they would be too welcoming"<br><br>"Well you have given them many reasons not to welcome you but don't underestimate the value of the friendship you had with them, you can have it again" Kate then added " So Melly?"<br><br>Connor popped the piece of chicken in his mouth to buy a little more time for himself , his mother wasn't going to let it go, he knew his parents had all but seen Melly as their daughter in law in waiting, no doubt his mother would love that still to happen but Connor knew that particular ship had all but sailed away and it wasn't just the way he'd left it was Melinda's lack of trust in him, that and maybe a few other things Connor thought sadly.<br><br>"Would you like me to see her tomorrow as well" he said resigning himself to his fate, he wondered what she would do first hit him or hug him, Connor's money was on hit.<br><br>" I know where she works, she's still as beautiful as ever ...more so in fact"<br><br>Connor looked at his mother and choose not to say anything instead he focused on his meal, Melinda's beauty had never been in question , it was the person she was that he had fell in love with,not for the first time he'd love to get his hand on whoever told Melly that frickin stupid lie.<br><br>As he ate, his mind worked over the profile he'd read ,his target had helped finance the BRP pricks who'd taken the King's children hostage, but this guy was an American in America and squeaky clean by all accounts, the American authorities wouldn't do a thing without hard evidence and the fact that the diplomatic option hadn't been taken ususally meant the hard evidence was something His Majesty's Government weren't meant to know but had otherwise acquired.<br><br>Yet the more he thought of his target the more he thought of Melly, the simple truth was that he'd never stopped loving her, never stopped caring that's why it hurt so much.<br><br>The meal ended and Connor excused himself he'd had a long flight and needed sleep. Kate watched him climb the stairs to his room and sighed as he moved form view, she hoped whatever her son as looking for he would find...he seemed so old.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 02:36:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Moving on, but not off the case<br>Tagging No One :-)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>It definitely felt weird. Austin wasn’t exactly sure what they were dealing with and there was still a change that it was not otherworldly, but clues kept pointing to something demonic. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"While the victim appears to have had a number of health issues, extreme dehydration being among them, The only odd thing about the body can be found on the back of the mans head, behind his hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;There's a dime sized puncture wound and It looks quiet fresh, and shallow in nature, but surprisingly there's no blood around the wound at all.&nbsp; I'll of course be investigate this during the autopsy, but we can be sure that the wound has something to do with the victims death."&nbsp; He rose out of the way of the photographers, so they could finish with their job, and stood off to the side for a while.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Austin overheard the medical examiner which only added to the uniformed cop’s suspicion. The demonic do-gooder looked at the detectives and considered them to be clueless. He had enough information to start his own investigation. It would have to be hidden so as not to rouse any demonic bounty hunters or investigators.<br><br>Without acknowledging the detectives or coroner staff, Austin made his way back to crowd control, keeping the clues in his mind. He pulled out his cell phone while walking and did a quick text to Tray: “10 yet?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 19:49:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Homicide Inspector at Crime Scene</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Decisions to be made - witch or demon?'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It was a pain that the homeless man had died, and she had several thoughts as to why. Unfortunately it had nothing to do with a mortal issue - which was especially her poor luck.&nbsp; Things had been going relatively well, having been somewhat quiet concerning the denizens of the Underworld.&nbsp; In fact, she had not seen her errant father in years - and she knew from the perspective of a witch that she shouldn't deal with him at all.&nbsp; He always wanted something - a price of sorts - and it was seldom a simple one.<br><br>The last time she had seen the old half-demon that had tricked her mother into wedding him had been three years previous when he'd required her assistance to rid him of a dark priestess - which were tricky, irritating creatures at the best of times.&nbsp; A shiver curled down her spine as she looked toward the small, milling crowd of spectators - and saw a familiar visage - old Vincent Blakesley himself - or as he was called by other demons - simply Joscelin.&nbsp; Her face went white as she watched him lift a single hand, and beckon her in his direction.&nbsp; Her fingers traced over the gun holstered upon her left hip.<br><br>It wouldn't help her, sadly.&nbsp; Luckily, it had been her uncle that had woven a protection spell around her mother before her marriage - countering the negative energy of the dark ceremony she'd been manipulated into with good old Chinese magic.&nbsp; It was moments like this that she thanked her lucky stars for being what she was.&nbsp; With a last murmured few words to the medical examiner and a quick murmuring of thanks, Jack moved through the technicians and the crowd toward the man waiting for her on the edge of the interesting bits still being stared at.</span><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Vincent Joscelin Blakesley</em></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Half-Demon posing as a Lawyer and Businessman</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Greetings done and deals made'</em></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://tinyurl.com/7fda9hy)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">As soon as she crossed the yellow line of tape, his hand shot out with the speed of a viper and the grip of a vise.&nbsp; The smile Vincent gave was a calm, and pleasant one.&nbsp; He'd sensed that his child had thought of him more than once, and being what he was, and whom he was - ignoring that she had a need simply was not something he could ever do.&nbsp; It mattered not that she detested him ... kin was kin, after all.&nbsp; He could smell her fear of him and that alone brought a further smile to his lips as he led his wayward child away.&nbsp; He could have killed Sam Huang for protecting Emma from the plans he had for her, but no matter.<br><br>Having a child that was both a witch and a firestarter could prove to be quite useful to his ultimate designs.&nbsp; His thumb and index finger tugged her face up toward his in a demanding fashion while his brows lifted.&nbsp; <strong>"You might want to school your thoughts a little better.&nbsp; Did I not tell you that I would come the moment your thoughts rested upon me?&nbsp; Silly child ... that is the trouble with you good witches - you must always have what it is you wish with out a price."</strong><br><br>Jacqueline snarled at her father in reply.&nbsp; "Just because you were a devious jackass of a sperm donor does not make you my father.&nbsp; I thought I made that clear the last time you came this way.&nbsp; You cannot just ... walk up to a crime scene and command me over as if I were only five.&nbsp; I would kill you if I could--"<br><br>Vincent wagged a finger side to side, slowly as a quiet, tenor laugh curled from his chest.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahhh, I have to have done something for you to even attempt to vanquish me, child, and you haven't the power.&nbsp; So save your adorable little speeches for someone that is concerned."</strong><br><br>Jacqueline's lips dropped open.&nbsp; "Cursing does not suit you.&nbsp; It sounds so ..."<br><br>He smiled almost cruelly as he tightened the grip on her arm, forcing her to walk back toward her car, and away from further help.&nbsp; The last thing he needed was one of those fool humans getting in the way.&nbsp; <strong>"Evil?&nbsp; Well yes, as you should be, but for all those protective measures weaved 'round your elegant mother before your birth."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>His soft fingers stroked over her left cheek, causing the Inspector to freeze in place.&nbsp; He terrified her, and there was no point pretending otherwise.&nbsp; <strong>"Without them, I would surely have a rather blessed child of my own, and pure evil to boot.&nbsp; But no ... instead you catch them - the scum, the bottom feeders."</strong><br><br>Vincent's laughter made Jack's head hurt.&nbsp; He was bizarre.&nbsp; That was about it.&nbsp; "No, I was going to say it sounds human.&nbsp; Did you come to torment me for a reason, father?"<br><br>He tipped his head to the left, releasing her arm.&nbsp; <strong>"I did.&nbsp; I thought I would tell you that eventually the children of those foul Charmed ones will - by my assumptions - end up involved in your little 'case'.&nbsp; I'd tell you what caused that mess ... if I knew, and if you were working for me."</strong><br><br>Jacqueline eyed her father coolly.&nbsp; It was his fault that her mother died.&nbsp; "I would die a thousand deaths before I would ever work for you - in any capacity.&nbsp; Be gone," she muttered.<br><br><strong>"So be it.&nbsp; I am a patient man."</strong> He shimmered away.<br><br>"Fuck him ..."&nbsp; For a minute or two she needed to calm down and breathe - as he was unfortunately correct.&nbsp; "Under what pretext do I trouble them without being obvious?"&nbsp; Jack leaned her dark head against her car, and sighed.&nbsp; Gingerly, she rubbed her arm.&nbsp; It would surely end up bruised; he never considered her physically weaker status.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 00:40:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">((Scene with Angel moved to the new P3 Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5726041#msg5726041)))</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 18:11:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127043.msg5669492#msg5669492">Quote from: JadenMystic on 03-01-2012, 19:27:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bianca walked out with the file. Once she made it to the alley she shimmered to the man's office. In her mind she already knew how to kill the man. She wanted both bounties. She searched thru the man's belongings in his office to find out the son's schedule finding the sports schedule on his calendar. She then shimmered into the man's car, snapping his neck, before shimmering out of the car to find the son....<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>In the alley, she called the man who gave her the job and told him the target was dead and that she was after the son now. " where's the son currently or am I on my own to find him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 03:26:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>An Opportune Meeting</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Tagging Bianca</em></span></span></div><br>Sitting rather lazily at one of the less known demonic bars in the underworld, the figure of a large male sat, sipping at a mug of what could only be described as a deep black, murky substance that bubbled ominously, and let out a suspicious amount of blood scented steam.&nbsp; The sound of his cell phone going off, had one of his eye brows raising in surprise; it wasn't every day that you got service this far down south.<br><br>It only took him a moment of listening, before his grip on his mug tightened, causing it to shatter, spilling the liquid all over the bar, and large bits of glass to hit the surrounding area.&nbsp; The small, wrinkly bartender ran to pick it up, and the demon turned to speak into his phone.<br><br>"The son is of no consequence to you.&nbsp; You were hired for one job, and with that completed, you are done. You'll find the money transferred to your account.&nbsp; I repeat, do not go after the son, we have our own plans for the boy."&nbsp; And with that, he shut off his phone, standing up to shimmer out, and tell his boss that the job had been done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JadenMystic</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 13:00:40</strong>
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				Bianca was glad the man paid her for the job... but was annoyed that he wouldn't let her finish the job and kill the son, too. No matter. She'd find the boy on her own, but first she needed to make her way to the manor to see her fiancee, Chris, and shimmered to the manor....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 02:01:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">((Scene with P.J and Jaid moved to the new P3 Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129278.msg5750883#msg5750883)))</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taintedmythos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 20:37:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name/Alias: Nichademus " Nick" McManus<br>&nbsp;Creature Type: Mortal<br>&nbsp;Location: San Francisco<br>&nbsp;Tagged: Anyone</div><br>(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g40/MistGreyWolf/Nick.png)<br><br><br><br>Nichademus McManus , who had gone by Nick for most of his short life had travelled a lot of the south east U.S. Having been born in Georgia, he had been hitch hiking from state to state since he turned ten. He had run away from the orphanage. Nick never knew his parents, not even their names. They had died shortly after he was born He had never cared for any foster home offers; they were never his choses and he never felt they fit hm. But these same “gifts” had made life easier and bearable for him on his own. Now with his seventeenth birthday just days away he had arrived in San Francisco. This was his first trip out west. Here he figured he could blend in, get lost in such a way even New York couldn’t offer.&nbsp; As he stepped off the bus, no one noticed him, he had always been told he was good at sleight of hand he practiced the art of pick pocketing and had just slipped the wallet from a verbally abusive asshole into his pocket and kept on walking. He didn’t know what he was besides a freak to some and special to those who wanted to use him. What Nick did know was he was about to be, The world should have been his to play with and play he did.<br><br>It was late, he would need a place to stay soon, but his boredom screamed for fun. A club was what he needed and he went off in search of one, he knew his fake ID was good, he hoped it was good enough to get him in one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taintedmythos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:32:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name/Alias: Nichademus " Nick" McManus<br>&nbsp;Creature Type: Mortal<br>&nbsp;Location: San Francisco (then to P3)<br>&nbsp;Tagged: Anyone</div><br>(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g40/MistGreyWolf/Nick.png)<br><br><br>Nick was bored, he had walked around seen some of the various clubs around here. The Rouge Night Club was to “upscale” for him. Fluid and Bimbo’s were ok, but he wasn’t able to get very far into Bimbo’s. Even Shades of Blues, Drift and New Wave City Held no interest once he was able to slip past their bouncer’s. Only two clubs he had heard about even held any interest for him now. P3 which was said to have such good Bouncer’s that few fake ID’s ever slipped past, and a really rowdy and dangerous bar called Luscious. P3 seemed like the bigger challenge and Nick did so love a challenge, so off to P3 it was to really test the fake ID.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 01:20:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Time Skip!!!</em></span><br>It's now 10:00 pm the same night!</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 21:49:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;(http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/celebrity/celebrityphotos/1964/2/photo/James_Wlcek_photo.jpg) <strong>Name:</strong><strong></strong> Anduin "Andi" Halivar Fordring<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Creature:</strong><strong></strong> Whitelighter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong><strong></strong> Top of the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong><strong></strong> No one<br><br>&nbsp;After giving his report to the new Elders Anduin had orbed back down to the city of San Franciso, specificly the top of the San Francsico Golden Gate Bridge. As he stood there looking out over the majesty of it all, he was again marveled and yet humbled by how far humanity had come in eight hundred years. This masterwork of steel and concreate was proof of the engineneering feats humans had accomplished in just the last centery. In fact the bridge had stood for almost a hundred years. "A little less than a decade away from being a hundred years old eh old girl." he said to the bridge. Like usual the solid steel beams kept thier peace. Something Anduin could appreaciate himself, as he had come here for some as well. In fact most elders came here nowadays to meditate and other times just bath in the warm glowing light of the dawn. But that could wait for later. "Sword." he said as he opened his hand and materlized a blade that looked simular to the one he had used in life, but it was different. To an old hand like Anduin his weapon had been forged with good strong solid steel. It had had good balance and was battle ready. This one was a replica sword made more for collectors who just wanted a show piece, another sign things had changed from his time. People collected swords not to use but to simply display. Thus they had no need of a real point or bladed edge. This one was made of a new material called stainless steel something that was incredibly soft when placed against a true steel weapon but this one held up better against the weather. "Well let's begin shall we." he said as he took a stance with the weapon.<br><br>&nbsp;As he took his stance Anduin began to fall back into memory of how to use the weapon. His body moved like it did eight hundred years ago with youth vitality. He wasn't blindly swinging around the blade, no he was going through practiced sword motions he had learned as a boy back in Ireland from his father. As he moved Anduin's mind began to clear, most Whitelighters perfered the zen style of meditation but Anduin who had been raised in a different age had a different form of meditation. His was a more phyiscal one. As he moved he felt his mind sharpening becoming more focused. His feet would slide to the left then the right. His arms would move the blade in wide sweeping arcs either verticle, horizontally or diagnogly. There were leaps and lunges, backsteps, blocks, parrys and thrusts. All of twenty-four years of his sword training went into meditation. <br><br>&nbsp;When he was done Anduin looked out over the Golden Gate breathing hard, after all two hours of training like he did would make anyone breath hard. But he felt better his earlier mistake in information had been eased and he felt ready to take on the new day when it came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 05:29:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Connor Andrews</span></div><div align="center">Pinole Shores Park</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Love bites and other 80's music</span></div><br><br>Connor stopped the rental car ,for the last twenty minutes he'd been driving to a series of song's that somehow seemed to mock him, the radio had been set to a station that played music from his grandparents hey-day, what was sad was that he knew most of the songs since his mother's father played that style of music incessantly regardless of whether he was on holiday in America and staying at his daughters house or his adult grandson was visiting him during rare downtime.<br><br>He turned the car radio off just after some singer he couldn't name declared that 'Love Bites' , he reached for the hidden Barreta and got out of the car, in the silence of the late night his bitter yelling match with Melly was replayed , he could have continued yelling , digging deeper and trying to score points but something compelled him to walk away ,an instinct that had served him well in the past.<br><br>Mel had been wrong , about so many things he'd never walked away from the relationship , he had instead fought to save it leaving only once it was over,once Mel had made it clear to him that there was nothing left to save, he'd ignored his mothers advice that what Mel said and what he heard might not be the same thing...but Mel had been pretty bloody clear ,of that he was certain.<br><br>Then there had been the grinning at that 'bitch', Mel had wanted to say, Connor smiled bitterly ...even angered she had manners better than most...Mel of course could only mean Kelly Jamieson but she'd never accepted his side of that story, his mind flashed to the past , he was eighteen the final of the California State High School Soccer Championship, thou like most Englishmen he insisted on calling soccer football much to the confusion of most American's.<br><br>Mel hadn't been there , one of the few times that they hadn't been together in the almost two years they dated, Connor had made a run beating four opposing players before sending the ball over the keeper to an unmarked team mate who simply tapped the ball into the net, less than a minute later the game was over and his high school had won the state championship. Kelly had been a cheerleader as well as homecoming Queen she'd been one of the first to reach him and had stuck her tongue into his mouth in what several people described as an 'epic kiss'. When the kiss released he'd been furious, but the damage had been done.<br><br>&nbsp;Sadly the incident ended his genuine friendship with Kelly that had lasted since before high school and had incidently included a lot of grinning and ultimately cost him Mel....at least that seemed the most likely scenario...Mel had never acknowledged who the bitch was that she believed he had cheated with and certainly never accepted anything Connor had to say on the matter.<br><br>Movement caught his eye and in the darkness he spotted a shape move across the park towards the water, after several moments his eyes picked up quite a bit of detail , two people, young ,their bodies moving as one just like another young couple in love less than a decade earlier...could two people have been so close as he and Mel had been? His mind drifted once more to the last time they had been here , for countless minutes they had simply rejoiced in the close proximity to each other until eventually passions rose, and alone in the dark with gentle water in the background they had made love.<br><br>A noise rose in the night and his eyes drifted back to the young couple , gentle moans filled the air until the unmistakable words of urging came from the female..she wanted it faster and her lover obliged. Connor shook his head and decided at least two people should enjoy the same privacy he and Mel had ,once upon a time. <br><br>Before he drove away he glanced back towards the hilltop mall ,one of the house lights in view was home to&nbsp; his first target, the man had a regular morning routine , his bodyguards who numbered four, sometimes three but never five were said to be good , ex South African Special forces yet they allowed their principal to become predictable , the man went for his morning run following the same track everyday according to the Intel ...tomorrow Connor would shadow the bastard looking for an A B and C contact point and soon enough a major funding channel for those anti monarchy pricks would be dead.<br><br>He switched the radio on and sighed , the channel was still mocking him the Wilson Philips song rang out..."don't you know things can change if you hold on for one more day...." he turned off the radio and headed to his mothers place he had an early morning start. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:58:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Forgotten relationship…<br>Tag: None</span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/tumblr_lfuff358pg1qguwk5o1_500.jpg?t=1327941286)</div>Picking up the pieces. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme in Chris’ life. Of course he would never admit that it is what kept him going most of his life. If Chris wasn’t involved in saving someone’s life or a broader purpose of doing good, he didn’t feel complete. Not that Chris understood that was his hang up. Not many people could easily recognize their deep seeded psychological issues without massive therapy. Therapy wasn’t exactly Chris’ shtick. He had enough personal therapy with his mom, dad, and siblings that a professional would only muddy things up a bit. Besides, who ever heard of a shrink for the magically inclined?<br><br>It was easy for the whitelighter hybrid to locate Bianca through his sensing abilities. He located her in a darkened alley. It was more like Bianca to work off her frustrations hunting instead of getting her nails done or a massage. Chris was always impressed at Bianca’s resolve to tip the balance of power to good in the world. It was what attracted him to her. Before he was able to orb a sharp pain emanated from his midsection. She was in trouble. Chris doubled over. “Bianc…” He vanished in&nbsp; familiar blue orbing.<br><br>Rematerializing in the alleyway, he discovered a grisly scene. The second child of the Charmed Ones, reacted with instinct. Using his telekinetic power he flung a demon through the air against a wall. A broken metal staircase railing jetted out from the brick and Chris managed to skewer the demon’s midsection. Instantly the larger demon dissipated into a small, frail form and began grasping at his navel. Chris instantly recognized a shapeshifter. <br><br>He moved to Bianca’s side, but it was too late. An athame stuck out from her chest and she wasn't breathing. Chris moved his hands over the blade in a futile attempt to heal her. “No, no…don’t be…” He clenched his fists and pursed his lips. Chris gently closed Bianca’s eyelids to hide her lifeless eyes.<br><br>Chris’ attention turned to the impaled demon. Blood surrounded the metal pole protruding from its stomach and oozed from its mouth. Chris watched as the demon gasped for air, but only found liquid filling his lungs. He lifted his arm and reached out to Chris in some attempt at asking for help. When none was given the demon grabbed the pole and slowly began to pull himself off of it. <br><br>With his eyes squinted, filled with tears and resonating with hate Chris began to speak softly and purposefully. He uttered a spell he only used once in the past. It was during a dark part of his life when all he could focus on was destroying the underworld.<br><br>“Consumed in fire, pain is felt; Bones will crackle, flesh will melt. Death will come in short time; In vanquishing, vengeance is mine.”<br><br>With the beginning of the spell the power could be felt, it hummed with anticipation. As the last words were spoken, black fire began to consume the shapeshifter. Unlike many spells that dispatched the demon with relative speed, the spell Chris used consumed the demon slowly and relished in the anguish.<br><br>While the demon continued to writhe in pain, Chris turned back to his fiancé. He lifted her body into his arms and orbed away from the scene. Moments later the demon disintegrated.<br><br>With additional bitterness in his heart Chris rematerialized in Salem, Massachusetts. Bianca’s whole life had been dedicated to righting the wrongs that her bloodline experienced centuries ago. As a Phoenix witch she was both cursed and blessed by the witch trials. Now she would rest with her mother. Chris gently set Bianca’s lifeless form down on the grass next to her mother’s grave. Shakily, his hand flowed over her body and she vanished.<br><br>“I kept my promise.” Chris whispered as his form disappeared once more in blue light.<br><br>For the second time in the evening Chris invoked powerful magic. This time with the aid of the Book of Shadows he cast the memory spell. The experienced witch knew from the past that the spell would be problematic, but he had to erase the pain.<br><br>“Powers and emotions tied; A witch's heart is where it hides; Help them through their agony; Bless them with their memory.” <br><br>Chris closed his eyes as the spell took effect. He looked down at the Book of Shadows and shrugged, experiencing a bit of a brain freeze as to why he needed to consult the book. He flipped through it a few pages and happened upon the Phoenix witch entry. He skimmed the text and wondered if he would ever meet one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 03:21:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Time Skip</strong></span><br>It's now 12:00 am the same night!</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed: Redux - San Francisco</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 10:57:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Can any of us really say that we know where we are? Really? For really real? I think not.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> The Easter Bunny</div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br><br>"...ck." <br><br>Angel blinked in visible surprise as the world around him shimmered into view and he suddenly found himself kneeling...<br><br>He had absolutely no clue where he was right now. <br><br>He shot up in shock, and whether it was purely the result of his first shimmer, his semi-inebirated state, or a combination of the two...(SUI. Shimmering under the influence) he was almost immediately overwhelmed with an intense wave of disorientation. He lost his balance and staggered forward. He couldn't even clear his vision enough to get a sense of where he was now. Inside or outside? City of wilderness? He had no idea, and a few seconds later when he slumped to the ground unconscious it sort of ceased to matter. 
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